Venomous tongue top stream is a small stutter [rebirth]

With the help of the dim light of the mobile phone, Song Zhi looked at the simple line pattern that seemed familiar, "Is the ring the one on the show?"

On the last day of participating in Xindong 100%, they visited a high-end wedding ring design shop.This was the ring they specified at the beginning. According to the clerk, there is only one pair of this style in the world.

"You bought it back?" Song Zhi was both surprised and delighted, and the surrounding lights became even more dazzling.

"Yeah." Yan Huai kissed his fingertips, "Some people just say they don't like it."

"I was just afraid..." Song Zhi's heart was pounding, the past was always sour and sweet.

"Afraid of what?" Yan Huai pinched his earlobe with his fingertips, with a bit of doting and complaining tone, "Afraid that I don't like it, that I won't buy it for you, that you are passionate? I'm afraid that I'm just acting for the show ?”

The other party had said everything, Song Zhi could only nod.

Yan Huai sighed softly, and pressed Song Zhi close to his chest, "If I don't like it and don't care, why would I put down my work and specially accompany you on the show."

Song Zhi's heart was warm and warm, and she rubbed her forehead affectionately into his arms, recalling the past, she was really stupid and stupid.

He will no longer be cranky, he will cherish every day with the person he likes.

"That's right." Song Zhi let go of the other party, and held up the ring box, "I'll put it on for you too."

"it is good."

Song Zhi took out another ring and pinched it on his fingertips. He looked inside with the light of his phone, "Why isn't there any engraving inside?"

Song Zhi saw clearly just now that his name was indeed engraved on the circle of his ring.

"Waiting for you to engrave."

"Did you engrave the words on my inside?" Song Zhi subconsciously turned the circle of the ring.

"Ah."

On the day the show ended, Yan Huai bought this ring immediately, but it took several months to put it on for him.

Song Zhi was excited and excited, "We will go tomorrow!"

"No rush, we have two more important things to do."

"what?"

"First." Yan Huai pointed to the lights on the roof, and the house is still without electricity.

"Second." Yan Huai pinched the tip of his nose, "I'll tell you tomorrow."

"Why, I want to know now." Song Zhi rubbed against his arms, "You can't tell me now!"

Yan Huai rubbed his hair, "Secret."

Curiosity has always had a strong attraction for Song Zhi.

Early the next morning, before dawn, Song Zhi squeezed into the other party's arms, and whispered into his ear, "Where shall we wait?"

Yan Huai was tickled by the fluffy hair on his chest. He lowered his head and kissed Song Zhi, and turned to look at the time at the head of the bed. It was not yet six o'clock. Song Zhi was so energetic occasionally, "I can still sleep for a while."

Although it's not too late for this kind of thing, it doesn't have to be so early.

"Oh." Song Zhi yawned, lay back in his arms, and fell asleep within 2 minutes.

After breakfast, the two came to the cloakroom, Yan Huai stood directly opposite Song Zhi and helped him button his shirt.

"Do you want to meet some relative?" Song Zhi couldn't help asking.

This must be such an important person that brother Yan Huai made such a grand ceremony.But some time ago, Song Zhi, the relative who should be seen, had almost visited, so what else should I see?

"No relatives."

"Who do you see then?"

After buttoning the shirt, Yan Huai hung the tie around Song Zhi's neck again, "I'll know when the time comes."

Wearing a tie was easy for Yan Huai. He tidied up Song Zhi, changed into his own shirt, and handed him another tie that matched Song Zhi.

Song Zhixin understood it, and put his hands on Yan Huai's neck, carefully fiddling with the strip tie.

Although my proficiency is not as good as Yan Huai's, at least after watching the opponent fight so many times, he will always improve a lot compared to before.In order to ensure the best results, Song Zhi deliberately slowed down and kept improving.

The two stood at the innermost corner of the cloakroom. Behind Song Zhi was a full-length wardrobe. Yan Huai hugged his waist. Song Zhi leaned slightly, with her back leaning against the door panel.

Song Zhi gently tugged Yan Huai's tie, and with the pulling force, the latter lowered his head, and his lips touched the tip of his cool nose.

Fiery breath filled each other's surroundings, and the exhalation of carbon dioxide would reduce the concentration of oxygen in the air, and tissues and organs had to rely on accelerated breathing to maintain the demand.

Yan Huai leaned forward, with his hands resting on the door panel, and their chests were pressed tightly against each other, and they could even easily feel each other's strong heartbeat.

Yan Huai's tongue slid along the contours of Song Zhi's lips, "Baby, don't seduce me."

"I don't." Song Zhi pursed her lips and rubbed them together. He loosened his tie with both hands and burrowed into Yan Huai's shirt.

Yan Huai pushed away Song Zhi's hand and put it back on the tie, "Fight well, we still have business to do."

"Oh." Song Zhi twitched the corners of her mouth and stopped entanglement, feeling secretly unhappy.

Cheapskate.

It doesn't work even if you touch it.

Fifteen minutes later, the two were standing side by side in front of the full-length mirror wearing the same shirt, and Song Zhi's eyes fell on the tie he had personally tied, "Let's not re-do it."

If you just look at his skills, it seems to be okay, but compared with brother Yan Huai's skills, the gap is obvious.

"I think it's fine, that's it." Yan Huai tightened his tie button, raised his wrist to check the time, "It's almost there, ready to go."

Song Zhi was dragged downstairs by Yan Huai, but she couldn't control herself and wanted to ask, "Where are we going?"

But the other party insisted on showing off and not telling him.

When the car drove to the gate of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Song Zhi with a blank mind turned his head and blinked at Yan Huai. He seemed to understand, but he also didn't seem to understand.

Brother Yan Huai wouldn't be so naive.

Song Zhi was originally a public figure, and Yan Huai and Yan Huai walked into the gate of the Civil Affairs Bureau holding hands in couple suits, which inevitably attracted screams and onlookers from around.

"Are they going to register their marriage?"

"The love I love is true!"

"Aren't they married?"

"What are you doing here if you're not married?"

"My god, are they?"

"What if it's a marriage certificate?"

"You're still wearing couple outfits while you're married?"

In order to reduce unnecessary crowding and trouble, the Civil Affairs Bureau specially opened a VIP channel for two people.

The staff sat in front of the two of them across a table, trying to keep their professional composure, "Excuse me, what do you two want to do?"

Yan Huai took out the red booklet and handed it to the staff, and said solemnly: "Divorce."

Work took a deep breath, what virtue and ability did he have, and he became the first person to eat melons.

He also noticed that Yan Huai was hugging Song Zhi's waist intimately. The first question now is that the two of them don't look like they are in a state where there is a crack in their relationship and they need to divorce.

Maybe it's the business plan of their rich people, but the persuasion was fruitless, the staff continued: "About the property distribution, have you two communicated?"

Yan Huai handed over a stack of documents, "All assets under my name, including real estate, shares, and land, belong to him."

The staff gasped, their buttocks were numb.Is the boss planning to see through the world and become a monk?Why can't such a good thing come to him?

The staff pretended to be calm and worked hard to maintain professional ethics.He shifted his gaze to Song Zhi, "Mr. Song, do you have any objection to this arrangement?"

Song Zhi's hard-faced smile gradually froze. His serious and mature husband was probably so childish once in his life.

What else can I do, I can only follow him, Song Zhi tried her best to raise the corners of her mouth brighter, "I have no objection."

The two parties signed the agreement, and the staff said: "I wish you both well."

Without changing his face, Yan Huai handed her his ID card and household registration booklet, "Let's register for marriage."

The official smile of the staff was stinky and hard, "Mr. Yan, are you kidding us?"

"Why, not allowed?"

"Allowed." The staff was full of enthusiasm, and there was indeed no rule that could not do this, at most it would increase their workload.

The staff handed over the formalities required for marriage to the two people, "Please read the pre-nuptial commitment, and if you have no problem, please sign below."

Song Zhi glanced at Yan Huai, who was serious and focused. He didn't bother to read a word, and directly signed his name on the back.

The promise book was signed, and the staff led them to another room, "Please go here to take a couple photo."

Even if Yan Huai didn't say anything, Song Zhi understood the reason for today's farce.Brother Yan Huai is not a person who likes complicated procedures, but he is willing to do these things for him.

Some people don't want him to think wildly, and want to give him the greatest sense of security.

For Yan Huai, the previous wedding photos were synthesized, and the formalities were handled indirectly by someone.In fact, they have never experienced the real marriage process at all.

He wanted to register the marriage with Song Zhi in person, to take a real couple photo, to swear oaths in front of witnesses, to experience an unforgettable honeymoon trip, and to give him the grandest wedding.

He wanted to give him all the good things, and wanted Song Zhi to be the happiest person in the world.

The two came out of the Civil Affairs Bureau. Song Zhi was holding a marriage certificate, the corners of her mouth uncontrollably raised.

He looked at the smiling face in his photo, and then turned his attention to Yan Huai's tie button, "Sure enough, you should do it yourself, I'm really ugly."

Yan Huai put his arms around his waist and leaned over to look at him, "I think it's fine."

That's why I put it in the photo and cherish it forever.

Yan Huai hugged Song Zhi into his arms, "Happy wedding, my little Zhi."

"Happy newlyweds, husband." Song Zhi's nervousness and excitement have not completely dissipated. This feeling is so miraculous that one can only experience it personally.

Yan Huai patted him on the back lightly, "There is one more important thing to do next."

"What?" Song Zhi raised her eyelids.

"wedding."

"Has the time been set?" Thinking of this, Song Zhi became excited again.

"The first of next month."

"Number one." Song Zhi said to herself to count the time, "Then there are still ten days left?"

Yan Huai took Song Zhi's hand and clasped his fingers tightly, "So we have to hurry up."

"Then what should we do now?"

"How about setting up the wedding room?"

"Okay."