The love with Mr. Yan is super sweet

Sheng Qiuyu's body was always stuck to Yan Zhihan, so he immediately noticed something was wrong, and his fair face flushed instantly.

The photographer is a professional. After capturing this expression, he pressed the shutter quickly and relentlessly.

"Okay, this photo is finished."

Upon hearing this, Sheng Qiuyu immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to get up from Yan Zhihan's body, the hand on her waist suddenly squeezed him tighter.

Immediately afterwards, a voice that only the two of them could hear rang out: "Don't get up first."

Sheng Qiuyu was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized what Yan Zhihan meant.

It is estimated that Yan Zhihan was afraid that if he came with him, he would be exposed.

Fortunately, the photographer and Yan's mother didn't stay long. After checking the photos, they closed the door and left.

Sheng Qiuyu looked down at Yan Zhihan and asked, "I can always get up now, right?"

Yan Zhihan let out a tense "Yes".

Sheng Qiuyu's face immediately showed an expression of eagerness, but at this moment, his feet slipped suddenly, and his body that had just stood up sat down again.

"!"

Yan Zhihan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he let out a muffled groan. His face was covered with dark clouds, his eyes were frighteningly cold, and he squeezed out a sentence between his teeth: "Sheng Qiuyu, did you do it on purpose?!"

Sheng Qiuyu shrank her neck in fright, and said in a weak voice: "...I didn't mean it, and I didn't expect my feet to slip suddenly."

Yan Zhihan's face was full of gloomyness and sternness, and a devouring coldness flowed from his deep black eyes, "Get up quickly, if you don't get up again, don't blame me for killing you on the spot!"

Sheng Qiuyu's expression was innocent: "You speak like I really want to lie on you, and I'll feel bad after being poked for so long, okay?"

Yan Zhihan smiled coldly: "Then why don't you hurry up!"

"I remember it too, but..." Sheng Qiuyu pouted, and looked at Yan Zhihan pitifully, "My legs are numb, let me take it easy."

Yan Zhihan: "..."

Yan Zhihan closed his eyes slightly, opened his eyes after taking a deep breath, looked coldly at Sheng Qiuyu who was on his body, then stretched out his hand to support his buttocks, maintained this position, gritted his teeth and hugged him up.

Fortunately, Sheng Qiuyu was relatively light, otherwise it would have been a bit strenuous.

Shocked, Sheng Qiuyu hugged Yan Zhihan's neck subconsciously, her beautiful eyes widening.

"Mr. Yan?"

Yan Zhihan pursed his thin lips and bent over, Sheng Qiuyu's butt touched the sofa, and then said coldly, "Let go."

Sheng Qiuyu let go of her hands obediently, propped herself up on the sofa, and lay on her back.

Yan Zhihan narrowed his eyes slightly, and his voice was colder than before: "Loosen your legs!"

"Oh! I'm sorry, I forgot!" Sheng Qiuyu quickly put down her legs, her face flushed with embarrassment.

Embarrassing, so embarrassing.

Yan Zhi turned around with a cold face, picked up the clothes from the chair beside him and walked into the bathroom.

The last group of photos was taken in an indoor room, with a sofa, a bed, and a bathroom, where you can change clothes directly.

After Sheng Qiuyu lay on the sofa for a while, his legs became less numb. Taking advantage of Yan Zhihan's absence, he quickly took off his shirt and changed into his casual clothes.

This dress is really too shameful. It is estimated that he will have a psychological shadow on the white shirt for a long time in the future.

Yan's family is too scary, especially Yan's mother, when he thinks of those photos just taken, he can't help but blush and his heart beats faster.

I've never been so ashamed in my life.

the other side.

As soon as Yan Zhihan entered the bathroom, he took off his nightgown, then turned on the shower and started to take a cold shower, trying to quench the heat in his heart.

He stretched out his hand to brush his hair, his vision was blurred and misty.

It's just that after taking a cold shower for several minutes, the good brother still didn't want to go home, so he stood there, not knowing what he was waiting for.

In desperation, Yan Zhihan had no choice but to turn off the shower and send it home by himself, and Sheng Qiuyu's face appeared before his eyes.

"...Damn it, why would I think of him!" And it was at this time!

Yan Zhihan cursed in a low voice, but for some reason, the more he thought about Sheng Qiuyu, the more excited he became, and the beautiful and delicate facial features in front of him became clearer.

There was a faint blush on her fair face, misty water vapor in her beautiful peach eyes, and her slender eyelashes fluttered slightly like crow feathers.

The slightly pouty pink lips looked moist and delicious, the slender white legs made people unable to take their eyes off, and the small waist twisted and twisted with a grip.

...

...

After a long time, Yan Zhihan couldn't help but groaned heavily, finally ending this grueling solo exercise.

When he came out after showering and changing, Sheng Qiuyu was already fully dressed and sitting on the sofa.

It was pitch black outside the window, and the night wind gently knocked on the glass, making a moderate sound.

Sheng Qiuyu stared at Yan Zhihan with wide eyes, and asked a silly question: "Then what...Mr. Yan, do I need a household registration book to get the certificate?"

Yan Zhihan looked at him like a fool, and said coldly, "What do you think?"

"Then I'll call Xiaozhou and ask him to send me the household registration book." Sheng Qiuyu said, and was about to take out his mobile phone to make a call.

"No need." Yan Zhihan interrupted him, "I'll pick it up from you when I go to the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow, just drop by."

"Oh... okay then." Sheng Qiuyu put away her phone.

...

Early the next morning, Sheng Qiuyu got into Yan Zhihan's car and set off for the Civil Affairs Bureau.

But first he had to go to the apartment to get the household registration book, and Xiao Zhou had already prepared his things when he received the call.

After handing over the household registration booklet, he whispered into Sheng Qiuyu's ear, "Brother Yu, do you really want to marry Boss Yan? I heard that marriage is the grave of love..."

"Stop, stop!" Sheng Qiuyu looked at Xiaozhou speechlessly, "What nonsense are you talking about here? Do I have love with him? There are only interests between us!"

"That's right." Xiaozhou forgot about this, and smirked a few times after thinking about it, "Brother, I was wrong, so do you want to celebrate tonight? Anyway, today is also your big day, Brother Yu!"

"What a ghost to celebrate, it's not really a marriage!"

Sheng Qiuyu rolled her eyes at Xiaozhou, took her household registration book and left, while Yan Zhihan was still waiting for him downstairs.

After arriving at the Civil Affairs Bureau, Sheng Qiuyu thought he would wait in line like everyone else, but the staff led them to a room alone.

"What's the situation?" Sheng Qiuyu asked with a question mark on his face.

Yan Zhihan looked at him coldly, "Do you think it's suitable for the two of us to line up in the hall? If you are photographed, you don't want to get married."

Sheng Qiuyu understood, "So that's the case, Mr. Yan is really thoughtful!"

I really didn't expect that the first time he went through the back door in his life was to come to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a marriage certificate.