"Thank you eldest young master for picking me up." Xia Wan sat down and fastened her seat belt.

"How can someone get married and go to the Civil Affairs Bureau?" Huo Yu glanced at him, his face calm.

"Yes." Xia Wan laughed. After a long time, he became immune to Huo Yu's indifferent expression.

Xia Wan's hair has just been trimmed. It's not as long as it used to be, but it's fluffy and stylish.

The jet-black hair was tucked behind the ear, which outlined the perfect profile of the face. A bright smile bloomed on this face, facing the rising sun, making people slightly dazzled.

Huo Yu looked away and started the car.

The two came early enough, but there was still a long line in the hall of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Perhaps for young couples, the queue is sweet enough.

Xia Wan looked at the couples who were standing in the team and communicated sweetly, and then looked at Huo Yu, who was standing indifferently.

When he spoke, he raised his face slightly, and a bit of broken hair covered his forehead, which made the whole face small and white, but his amber eyes were radiant, and they looked sincere but warm.

It is very easy and accessible.

But Huo Yu showed no gratitude at all, he looked down at him for a moment, then looked up at the couples who were lining up in front of him.

In front of them, a couple were hugging tightly, the girl raised her face, the boy lowered his head, the two of them pressed their foreheads against their foreheads, and they were whispering something.

In the other pair, the taller boy was feeding the shorter boy chocolate, and the shorter boy took the initiative to stick the milk tea in his hand to the taller boy's lips...

Huo Yu paused for a moment: Let's go together.

Xia Wan was stunned for a moment, a little surprised, a young master like Huo Yu has a habit of cleanliness, shouldn't he hate places with many people?

He paused for a moment, then softly said "oh".

"What?" Huo Yu couldn't see the expression on his brows, "Not happy?"

How dare he? Xia Wan hurriedly shook his head, the hair on his head swayed with the movement, looking a little funny.

"No," he said, looking very cute. "I'm just worried that your clothes will get dirty."

Huo Yu wondered for a moment, how could he get his clothes dirty in a queue?

But Xia Wan usually has a lot of weird ideas, and Huo Yu was puzzled, but he didn't ask much.

The two stood side by side and quickly became the focus of the crowd.

After all, they look good one by one, and they have the most popular height difference nowadays.

The two people who are so well-matched don't come to collect the certificate, but rather like partners coming out to handle official business.

The two of them each held a mobile phone with a distance of at least three punches in the middle. Looking at the entire hall of the Civil Affairs Bureau, no one was farther apart than them.

Xia Wan is replying to messages from netizens online.

In a week, he has broadcasted five live broadcasts. Except for Su Tang's pig's trotters, the other four are lunches in the school cafeteria.

Because of her good looks, elegant and enjoyable eating, Xia Wan quickly accumulated the first batch of fans.

In addition to live broadcasts, when he encounters his favorite dishes, he will also take pictures and upload them to share.

In the most recent live broadcast, there were more than 1,000 visitors in his live broadcast room, which almost shocked Su Tang's jaw.

On the painting account, he also uploaded two new paintings one after another.

Without being too wasteful, he directly reworked the two paintings of his previous life that still had room for improvement, edited the general process of his painting into a video, and uploaded it to the website.

These two times, he didn't spare any energy, and completed the works seriously, and the response was much better than the first time. Several art bloggers reprinted his works, and the number of fans also increased.

"Bloggers don't draw so casually, making me think I can draw too."

"A blogger's hand is a hand, and my hand is not worthy of a hand."

"Is the blogger accepting the manuscript? The price is negotiable."

"..."

Xia Wan looked at it and replied to several messages on the draft.

Since they all want to paint, why not do things that can make money.

After all, this time is different from the past. In his previous life, he had a family who loved him, and the family conditions were good, so he dared to dream of being a salted fish.

Now it is different. Only the ability to be self-reliant can give him enough sense of security and protect the people he cares about.

"What are you busy with?" Huo Yu's voice came from above his head, faint.

Xia Wan looked away from the screen and found that the distance he had just kept with Huo Yu had been broken, and the two were now very close.

Xia Wan: "I'm looking at netizens' messages."

Huo Yu: "The one that eats and broadcasts?"

"Yeah." Xia Wan paused, then stepped aside, "Have you watched my live broadcast?"

Huo Yu has watched it, almost every game, but he was silent for a moment and said, "No."

Xia Wan's action of moving away made him a little uncomfortable, either because of self-esteem, or because of other reasons, Huo Yu couldn't tell.

His eyes darkened, and he moved closer.

"Everyone else is looking at us," he said, putting his hand on Xia Wan's shoulder and putting half of his weight on it: "Should we be more intimate?"

Xia Wan worked hard to make a human-shaped crutch and looked around.

Indeed, quite a few people are aiming at them intentionally or unintentionally.

He thought that Huo Yu just wanted to perform well, so he pulled out a tissue from his backpack and wiped his hands well.

Huo Yu looked at him inexplicably, the next moment, Xia Wan raised his hand and wrapped his arms around his waist.

The faint milky fragrance lingers on the tip of the nose, just like the skin of the summer evening, milky white and delicate enough to make people secretly germinate an unstoppable desire for destruction and control deep in their hearts.

Xia Wan raised her chin and whispered, "Is this okay?"

His breath was warm and soft, and it brushed Huo Yu's chin very lightly.