Marriage Alpha Breeding Guide

They are the first couple to arrive at the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Today is not a special day, and there are very few people who come to register. The staff joked with a smile: "Tomorrow is May [-]th, and many people will come tonight to queue up to register. Are you willing to wait even a day?"

Song Mi's signature finger paused, and the tip of the pen left a frozen black dot on the paper.Beside him, Yan Qinghe signed his name stroke by stroke. His handwriting was very regular, and he couldn't see the sharpness.Song Mi's eyelashes trembled slightly, she looked away from the slightly longer hair of the other party, and connected the handwriting to the place where the ink dots were, and completed the signature clumsily.

"When I think it's him, I don't want to wait a day." He heard Yan Qinghe say this to the staff.

Hearing this sentence, Song Mi suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.Such discomfort is only due to his personal selfishness.This is not exactly a contract, at least in Song Mi's view, it is a marriage, and unlike other marriages, they agreed very early on when they would separate.

Song Mi often doesn't know whether Yan Qinghe cares too much, so he can deal with it freely, or doesn't care too much, so he is careless, such as the current situation.

When he was still thinking about how to whitewash the peace, Yan Qinghe's understatement had already exposed the problem.What is earth-shattering to one person may seem as innocuous as a yawn to another.Yan Qinghe is the person he yearns for but is destined not to be. No matter what he does, he is calm and composed, even if it is the first attempt, he seems to be very familiar with it. Facing a marriage that can be called absurd, he can even smile and say incomparably sincere words Scene talk.Song Mi couldn't say such a natural sentence, he opened his mouth to echo a few words, but couldn't make any sound.

The staff handed over the little red book stamped with steel stamps, with a group photo of the two on it.In the photo, Yan Qinghe has gentle eyebrows and eyes full of affection. It really seems that he has been infatuated for many years and is unwilling to wait for another day.

Song Mi stared at the photo for a few seconds, then quietly closed the marriage certificate and put it close to her chest before anyone noticed.

He thanked the staff softly, pushed Yan Qinghe's wheelchair out of the office hall.

Yan Qinghe wanted to say something, but before he opened his lips, he coughed violently.

Song Mi took out the water that had been prepared at the right time, and said softly: "Get in the car, I will take you to the hospital."

Yan Qinghe was stunned for a moment, then said softly: "It's okay, your work is important, you don't have to stay with me all the time, I'll let the driver pick you up."

Song Mi held down the vibrating cell phone in her pocket, and shook her head: "It's okay to see you off, I'm not very busy at work."

Yan Qinghe looked at him for a long time before saying: "Okay."

His eyes were slightly bent, focused and sincere, Song Mi didn't dare to look directly at him, but turned her head and opened the car door, and said in a low voice, "I'll carry you into the car."

"Actually, in the hospital, I just sat on the bed and watched the sky turn dark and white, and then turn black again." Yan Qinghe fiddled with the label on the bottle of mineral water, speaking in a very soft voice, "Infusion can be done anywhere Yes. I want to see where you work, can I?"

Somewhere deep in Song Mi's heart shrank, throbbing with pain, her throat seemed to be choked by something, and she couldn't speak.

When Yan Qinghe raised his head, he showed that nonchalant smile again: "You go first, I forgot something in the hospital, the driver should be here soon."

Song Mi's Adam's apple rolled, as if he had finally regained the ability to speak, and he replied after a while: "Yes."

As if worried that Yan Qinghe didn't hear clearly, he said again: "No trouble, I'll drive you to get it."

He parked the wheelchair in front of the car and bent down, and waited for a long time before the hands reached out to him and rested obediently on his neck.The distance shortened suddenly, and between the four eyes met, he could even feel the temperature from Yan Qinghe's body, Song Mi turned his face away uncomfortably, he still had no expression, but his ears were uncomfortably red.

The moment Song Mi turned her head, she accidentally met another pair of eyes, bright and round, a little girl with short hair and bangs.The child stood aside and looked at them curiously, while the middle-aged woman next to her knelt down and took her in her arms, and smiled and taught her, "I wish uncle a happy marriage for a hundred years."

The little girl imitated it smartly: "I wish uncle a happy marriage for a hundred years!"

Yan Qinghe couldn't help laughing, Song Mi had rarely seen him laugh so easily.He turned the wheelchair and walked towards the little girl, handing out a small red envelope.

The woman quickly waved her hand to decline, Yan Qinghe stuffed the little red envelope into the girl's hand: "It's okay, thank you for your blessing, I hope you are safe and healthy."

Song Mi stood by the car and watched him talking to the mother and daughter from afar, feeling uneasy about unintentionally peeking into other people's lives.When Yan Qinghe came back pushing the wheelchair, he bent down to finish the unfinished hug, and put the man into the assistant's seat in silence.

It wasn't until the moment she got into the car that Song Mi finally breathed a sigh of relief.The thick car door cut off the complicated voices outside the window, Song Mi calmed down, and fled away with the blessing eyes of those who didn't know.

Song Mi is a very strict and good boss. He always decisively sends out operational instructions and decisions one after another without bringing any personal feelings into his work, so the assistant was a little surprised when he received this call from him.

"Help me tidy up the office as soon as possible, and then go buy a few bottles of mineral water, thank you." He repeatedly emphasized the brand of mineral water, and that brand of water is indeed not very easy to buy.

This was the first time Mr. Song gave her instructions outside of work, and his tone sounded hesitant to speak. He spoke in a low voice and quickly, as if it was an inconvenient occasion to speak.In the memory of the assistant, Song Mi has never been so abnormal. Even when he first founded the company and went back to his alma mater to recruit for the first time, his tone had never seemed so disturbed.

In everyone's eyes, Omega is almost like a good wife and mother, soft, beautiful, and delicate. Their Song Zong's appearance is also handsome, but they are not related to these attributes, if it is not for Mr. Song's fever cycle. Sexually asking for leave, the assistant almost forgot his gender.Since the company was founded five years ago, except for business trips and periods of high fever, Song Mi slept in the office almost every day.If everyone's life is a book, then Song Mi's book must be filled with "jobs".

When she received a text message in the middle of the night last night and saw the word "marriage", the assistant thought she was still dreaming.

She looked out the window in rapt attention, and saw Song Mi's black Volvo slowly driving into the fixed parking space.The co-pilot seat that had been vacant for five years was carrying a person for the first time, and it was too far away to see clearly.She hurried over to meet him, but saw Song Mi calmly pulled out a wheelchair from the back seat, and then carried him out from the co-pilot.

The assistant stared at the man's face in a daze for a moment.The first impression was that this person was very white, dazzlingly white.

The other party was so beautiful, if it wasn't for the protruding Adam's apple on the neck, she could hardly be sure of the other party's gender.She looked at the man with his hands hanging softly around Song Mi's neck, his slightly long black hair covered half of his eyes, and he couldn't see his face clearly, only the warm smile on the corner of his mouth.

Song Mi pushed people into the hall, but the phone in his pocket vibrated crazily. He ignored it, but the buzzing sound of the phone was hard to ignore.

The man smiled: "You answer the phone first."

The assistant took the wheelchair in good time, and the elevator arrived at the floor where the office was located. Song Mi frowned more and more, and said less and less. He walked very fast, and the assistant didn't dare to speed up while pushing the wheelchair. Had to be gradually left behind.

"Sorry, sir—" the assistant got stuck, she still didn't know the name of Mr. Song's spouse.

"My name is Yan Qinghe."

"Sorry, Mr. Yan, this situation is really urgent, there are a lot of things in the company recently..." She racked her brains to excuse Song Mi, who could no longer even see her back.

"It's okay." The man in the wheelchair smiled understandingly, "If he's not busy, he wouldn't have to go back to the company on the wedding day."

The assistant was almost suffocated, so he had to stammer and say: "I wish you a happy wedding and a happy marriage for a hundred years."

"Thank you." That Mr. Yan looked at himself very sincerely, and then handed over a red envelope, "It is the custom of our family to give red envelopes to people who celebrate when we get married. In addition, I ordered Chinese food and afternoon tea for the people in the company , can you give me a phone number? I'll let someone from the restaurant contact you later to verify the exact number of people, thank you for your hard work."

The assistant blushed when he saw it, so he had to accept the red envelope and give out his mobile phone number, and pushed open the office door, thinking that Mr. Song was originally gay, and married a gentle and virtuous Omega, even the pheromones are gentle The smell of green sandalwood, but this Mr. Yan's name sounds familiar...

In the office, Song Mi was still answering the phone, with a pen in the other hand writing down something in the notebook.Hearing the sound of the door opening, Song Mi raised her head, said a few words into the phone at a faster speed, then hung up mercilessly, walked up to Yan Qinghe: "Sorry, I—"

"It's okay, work is important." Yan Qinghe straightened up, put a hand in front of his lips, and stopped the series of apologies he was about to blurt out.

The assistant looked at the time and carefully reminded: "President Song, the meeting that was postponed until eleven o'clock..."

"Go and work with peace of mind, I'll wait for you in the office." Yan Qinghe was very considerate, he raised his phone, "My personal doctor will be here soon, don't worry."

Song Mi still looked uneasy, until Yan Qinghe urged him again and again, he stood up, walked a few steps but retreated, and told the people in the office again: "If you have anything to do, contact me in time. I'll be right back in an hour."

The door was officially locked, leaving only Yan Qinghe in the office.He changed his straight-back posture just now, leaned lazily on the sofa, and began to look at Song Mi's office in a leisurely manner.

Unsurprisingly boring—the flat, cool-colored model room decoration, except for the dark blue trench coat hanging on the hanger, there are almost no other personal items.

Song Mi's office has a water dispenser, but he bought a few bottles of mineral water separately and put them on the table. These bottles of mineral water are not brands that can be bought anywhere, but Yan Qinghe is very familiar with them.He stared at the brand label for a long time before taking out his phone: "Tell the doctor to come back in an hour, and also, give me Song Mi's detailed investigation report as soon as possible."

Yan Qinghe hadn't finished speaking when a notification sounded suddenly, but it wasn't his own ringtone.He turned his head to search and found another mobile phone lying on the sofa.

It should be Song Mi's, and there is a new message on the screen.

"Let's do this first." Yan Qinghe hung up the phone casually, picked up the mobile phone that the owner had forgotten, and entered the password to unlock it without hesitation.

His memory has always been very good, and it is not difficult to memorize the six-digit password, not to mention that Song Mi almost never avoids himself when dealing with information.

Tapping his fingertips, he saw the content of that message——

Qin Yu?: Song Mi, I'm back in China, when will you come pick me up and get my certificate? [shy.jpg]

Yan Qinghe clicked into the address book and looked at it. Song Mi would uniformly modify the name of the contact according to the format of [name-company-position]. There were three, besides myself, only Ms. Wei and Qin Yu were left.

Yan Qinghe checked the corresponding text messages and communication records one by one, and determined that the one signed "Ms. Wei" should be Song Mi's mother.

His eyes finally stopped on the "?" behind the name "Qin Yu".

He swipe the screen up and down to browse the historical information, almost because this person unilaterally teases Song Mi, or asks Song Mi to accompany him to eat supper in the middle of the night, and Song Mi's reply is only a few sentences back and forth——

Well, okay, got it, I'm downstairs, don't act like a spoiled child, wait for me to come home.

until a certain one——

Qin Yu?: Song Mi, when are you coming back?Don't go on blind dates, I'll marry you, okay?

Yan Qinghe's gaze stayed on the screen, and his eyes sank bit by bit.

Faint footsteps could be heard in the corridor, Yan Qinghe sat up straight, and returned to his usual impeccable smile.Delete text messages, turn off the screen, and erase fingerprints all in one go.Yan Qinghe put the phone back to its original place. After thinking for a moment, he picked up the phone again and rubbed it against the glands in the back of his neck.

Song Mi pushed the door open and came in, only to see Yan Qinghe handing over the phone as if expecting it: "I guess you forgot this."

Song Mi thanked in a low voice, clutching the phone tightly in her hand.The metal body, which should have felt cold, had an ambiguous temperature at the moment of handover, and he was a little lost.

Like some kind of persistent hallucination, Song Mi always smelled some kind of warm breath emanating from her mobile phone.He recalled the fleeting warmth, and it was rare for him not to interrupt his stuttering speech.

"About the latest exhibition, our vision is... What do you think, Mr. Song?"

Song Mi didn't answer, and the partner's face showed a bit of embarrassment, thinking that he was not satisfied, so he had to bite the bullet and ask again.After all, it is almost impossible for Song Mi, who is known for being too serious, to make such low-level mistakes as being distracted during a meeting.

Song Mi sat alone at the end of the long table, rubbing the phone expressionlessly.There was a complete silence in the conference room, and everyone dared not speak out loudly, only dared to whisper secretly, guessing what went wrong.

Just when the partner was panicked and was about to propose a redo plan, Song Mi said two words lightly.

"continue."

In the office, Yan Qinghe thought for a moment, then dialed the phone again: "The key point is to check Song Mi's relationship experience and social relationship."