The national male god he privately linked to the station brother

Che Shaoqi took the box and waited for Che Yiyi to leave before opening it. The things inside made his eyes shine.

When Song Yan went upstairs in Che Shaoqi, because he was worried, he always wanted to smoke a cigarette, but when he touched his pocket and didn't bring it, he remembered that he had quit for a long time.

Couldn't help laughing, Song Yan put away his thoughts of smoking, and waited for someone to come down.

After a short time, Che Shaoqi walked out of the studio with a calm expression, but Song Yan could see that the matter should be resolved.

"Let's go." Sitting in the car, Che Shaoqi said.

Song Yan glanced at him again, without asking what happened, started the car and left the studio.

"My sister said...wish me a happy wedding." After the car drove for a while, Che Shaoqi said suddenly.

"Yes." Song Yan responded, "We will have a wedding in the future, and we will receive such blessings."

Che Shaoqi pursed his lips and thought for a while: "That's different from this, she... gave me something."

"Huh?" Song Yan was stunned.

"I'll tell you later." Che Shaoqi had a rare bad idea, and he planned to hide what Che Yiyi gave him until the day when he and Song Yan really held their wedding.

Song Yan let out a muffled laugh, it was a sweetness that was willing to hit and endure, without any displeasure, and full of satisfaction.

On May [-]th, Song Yan woke up early in the morning. Although Che Shaoqi made an appointment for the Civil Affairs Bureau at [-]:[-] pm, he wished he could sit in the lobby of the Civil Affairs Bureau and wait now.

Che Shaoqi woke up naturally, and when he opened his eyes, Song Yan was sitting on the bay window in a concave shape.

"...Morning." Che Shaoqi asked vaguely.

As soon as Song Yan heard Che Shaoqi's voice, he immediately jumped off the bay window and rushed to the bed: "Che Che, why don't we go earlier?"

"Where are you going?" Che Shaoqi fell into a dazed sleep and didn't realize what Song Yan was saying for a while.

"Certificate." Song Yan patiently explained.

Che Shaoqi was stunned, and after a while, he said: "But if we go by ourselves, we have to wait in line for the number."

"It's okay." Song Yan said he didn't care.

Che Shaoqi hesitated for a while: "Okay, then wait a moment."

They arrived in Yueqiao City late last night, because Song Yan's household registration is in Yueqiao City, and Che Shaoqi also moved his household registration to Yueqiao City due to work, so they can only get their marriage certificate here.

Che Shaoqi got up, washed his teeth and brushed his face, worried about the clothes in the closet, not knowing what to wear.In the end, he chose a dark casual suit that was more formal but would not look strange standing in the crowd. Coincidentally, it matched the color of Song Yan's attire.

Song Yan poked open the milk on the table in the living room and handed it to Che Shaoqi, and helped him wrap a toast egg: "Leave after eating."

"Yeah." Che Shaoqi took a bite and asked, "Have you eaten?"

"I woke up at four o'clock and I ate."

They went back to Yueqiao City in the middle of the night last night, packed up and went to bed sooner, but Song Yan said that he woke up at four o'clock, and only slept for more than three hours. Where did he get so much energy?

Although he thought so in his heart, Che Shaoqi quickened his eating, he didn't want Song Yan to wait too long.What's more, when it comes to the degree of anxiety about obtaining the certificate, he and Song Yan should be on the same level, otherwise he would not go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to make an appointment online, but he is too embarrassed to say it.

After throwing the empty milk carton into the trash can, Che Shaoqi washed his hands and got into the car.

The car belonged to Che Shaoqi, Song Yan's car was left at the company, and the goal was too obvious, so the two of them didn't consider this choice at first.

The Civil Affairs Bureau is not far from the house that Che Shaoqi rented. When it comes to the house, he originally rented it for a short-term, but because they were on a business trip and they had no time to pack the luggage, they changed it to a house. Year long lease.Song Yan was very satisfied with this, because it gave them enough time to choose a house and decorate it.

Drive all the way to the Civil Affairs Bureau, because it is still early, so the road is not blocked at all.In addition, they were stuck at the appointment time, and they had just arrived at the Civil Affairs Bureau, and the staff there had just arrived at work.

Song Yan, wearing a mask and hat, took the first number of May [-]th from the Yueqiao Civil Affairs Bureau. When the window called them, the two spread the prepared materials on the table and arranged them in order.

The staff at the window froze for a moment, and reminded them friendly: "I'm going to take a photo later, can you both take off your hats and masks?"

"Yeah." Song Yan nodded and took off the hat and mask first.

When the whole face was exposed to the eyes of the staff, she was stunned for a moment and let out an exclamation, which made the other window workers who had lowered their heads and were doing their own things look over.

"...Song Yan?"

"Fuck?!"

"Am I reading that right? Why didn't I read on Weibo that they were coming today?"

"Who's that next to you?"

"Che Shaoqi, his boyfriend!"

"So handsome, I want to..."

Before the words after the word "Thought" could be said, Song Yan cast a friendly look at the man, and the man immediately fell silent, not daring to take a breath.

The others laughed tremblingly. Is there anyone who doesn't know that Song Yan is a full-fledged jealous?

"Everyone be quiet, do your own thing, what's the point of chatting at the window? Don't disturb the work order!" A man who looked like the team leader walked over, gave a very intimidating lecture, and turned his head to look at Song Yan He and Che Shaoqi leaned down and whispered to the little girl who was helping them with business: "Before Song Yan leaves, ask me for an autograph."

Their team leader also looked scary, but in fact he has a very good personality, so everyone is not afraid of him, and the little girl at the window is even more daring, laughing out loud in front of him.

The staff member sitting in front of her turned her head: "Did the team leader ask you to ask for his signature?"

"Well, how do you know?"

"Hi, do you know? Mr. Song, our team leader is your fan."

The team leader came secretly to ask for an autograph, but his attributes were exposed by all his colleagues. His dark face suddenly turned red, and he raised his hand and lightly tapped the little girl's head with his knuckles: "Do a good job!"

"Yes!" The little girl answered loudly, helped Song Yan and the others to register, and took them to the place where the photo was taken.

The wedding photos are all white shirts with a red background, Song Yan and Che Shaoqi have a good background, and they don't need to do any troublesome things like makeup.When changing clothes, Che Shaoqi didn't move, he just took off his suit jacket, and he was wearing a standard and plain white shirt inside.

Song Yan changed his long-sleeved sweater, and when he walked out, he made everyone outside look handsome.

If Che Shaoqi looked like a modest gentleman in a white shirt, then Song Yan was a well-dressed and romantic man.

Two buttons on the neckline were undone casually. It was just an ordinary white shirt, but he wore it with a lustful aura.

The staff next to him reminded in a low voice: "Mr. Song, your neckline is not good, you have to...fasten it."

Song Yan lowered his head and glanced at his neckline, and saw a pair of white hands approaching, slowly buttoning up the buttons for him.On the white and tender fingers, the nails were neatly manicured, and there was no rough place to be seen. In addition, when buttoning the buttons with a little force, the nails turned pink under the pressure, making Song Yan feel itchy in his heart.

When those hands were about to be withdrawn, Song Yan grabbed them, squeezed them into the palms of his hands and kissed the fingertips, and clasped the other's fingers with his backhand.

The places where the rings were worn touched, Song Yan held Che Shaoqi in his arms and kissed him, then let him go: "Shall we take a photo?"

Che Shaoqi gave him a nonthreatening look, and sat down on the chair instructed by the staff with a straight face.

Song Yan sat next to him, smiling so hard that he could see the creases on his face.

Che Shaoqi was expressionless, but his lips were red.

The staff took a look at the possible effects of the photo, and reminded them friendly: "Smile is fine, Mr. Song, you can smile a little bit, Mr. Che, your expression is a bit stiff, don't be nervous, take it easy."

Che Shaoqi, who was already so nervous that he didn't know where he was, didn't show any changes on the surface, but his stiff body completely betrayed him.

Song Yan stretched out his hand to embrace Che Shaoqi, and patted him lightly as if to comfort him.

Miraculously, Che Shaoqi gradually calmed down from the seemingly simple movements, and his hands were no longer clenched so tightly.

Seeing that both of them have stabilized, the staff said friendlyly: "If Mr. Che is really nervous, Mr. Song, you can hold his hand? This way you can stand side by side, and the photos will be good."

"Okay." After Song Yan finished speaking, he directly grabbed Che Shaoqi's hand, and when he raised his head, there was a gentle smile on his face.

At this moment, Che Shaoqi's cheeks also slowly turned red due to the heat of his palms, and the staff responsible for taking pictures immediately pressed the camera button, and the photo was displayed on the computer screen.

"Would you like to take a look at this?" From the perspective of a bystander, the effect of this photo is really very good, and there is no need to repair it at all.

Song Yan walked to the computer screen, glanced at it, and was fascinated by Che Shaoqi in the photo.It is one thing to look at Che Shaoqi blushing in front of his face, but another to look at Che Shaoqi's photo through the computer screen.

In the photo, Che Shaoqi's blush cheeks just make him less cold, and his complexion is much better, with a soft expression, slightly hooked mouth corners, and an inconspicuous but beautiful smile.

Che Shaoqi came up to take a look, always felt that he couldn't laugh properly, and Song Yan's photos were so good, he seemed to be lagging behind.

"Or...take another picture?" Che Shaoqi pulled the corner of his mouth hard, trying to make his smile more obvious.

Song Yan raised his hand and pinched his cheek: "This is very good, he is the male god in my heart."

Che Shaoqi, who regards Song Yan as his male god, is silent again, he really doesn't know how to answer these **** words.

With the permission of the two, the staff took the photos to help them make a marriage certificate, and the two sat in the small room and waited.

Not long after, the freshly baked red marriage certificate was held in front of the two.

"Mr. Song, Mr. Che, I wish you a happy wedding, a happy marriage for a hundred years, and forever together."