At nine o'clock, the Civil Affairs Bureau unexpectedly saw few people.

The clear air from the park blows away, blowing away Song Wenting's loose hair, and also awakening some chaotic thoughts. Her fingertips holding the handbag turned slightly white, and she fell into a trance for a while.

Until the pleasant smell of the man behind him invaded, and the moment he turned his head, he looked at Ji Yanzhou's black eyes, that handsome face without any expression, and even said something comparable to the cool morning mist: "What? Do you want to go back on your word?"

It's the familiar cold sneer.

Only then did Song Wenting realize that, before she knew it, she took a few steps back subconsciously. The two of them were at a distance, but now they only need one more step back to bump into his arms.

"No." Song Wenting pulled a little distance, raised his hand unnaturally to brush the broken hair around his ear, "I don't want to go back on it."

With a soft sneer, his words that seemed to be a smile but not a smile fell in his ears: "Teacher Song, it's best not to lie to me again."

The words were threatening, but the voice was slightly hoarse and teasing.

Song Wenting silently nodded, not daring to turn his head to look at him, his eyes fell directly on the couple in front of him.

Holding hands tightly, one tall and one low figure cuddled together, and from time to time, there was an intimate conversation between the two: "Is it okay to go buy a ring after receiving the certificate?"

"Okay." The boy sideways cupped the girl's face with both hands and rubbed it, squinting his eyes with a smile, "Don't worry, it's already been decided. Just buy the one you liked last time."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and talked sweetly, where to spend their honeymoon, and what to do with the wedding banquet.

The two people behind them were strangers, they didn't look like they came here to get a marriage certificate, but they seemed to be the right ones randomly pulled from the street.

The girl was the first to spot them, and her eyes overflowed with amazement.

But when the boy looked over, he covered her eyes and said, "Don't look around."

"Hey, I like to see beautiful women." The girl smiled cheerfully, and then murmured in a low voice, "These two can't be stars, right? They look so good."

The staff guided the two into the inner workbench.

In this world, only the two of them are left.

Song Wenting was still looking ahead, his white side face was covered with soft light, giving him a calm and independent temperament.

Ji Yanzhou slightly hooked the corners of his lips, his eyes caught the thin white neck that was inadvertently exposed, the loose green hair fluttered slightly, mixed with a little scent of scented scented tea soaked into the tip of his nose.

At such a time, she still kept a certain distance from him, and she seemed to have no temper, but in fact she erected many lines of defense in her heart to keep everyone out, including him naturally.

Touching the hard lighter with his fingertips in his pocket, Ji Yanzhou endured the dryness in his heart, took a step forward, and walked to her side, rubbing Song Wenting's slender arms with the corner of his clothes, any random movement could bring a touch of excitement. touch distance.

She turned her head to look over, her eyes suppressed the panic that she couldn't get back in time, like a frightened kitten, she wanted to back away, but she didn't know what to think of, she bit her lip, pretending to be natural, brushing her blue hair out of her ears Sideways, stopped abruptly and did not move.

Ji Yanzhou lowered his eyes and landed on the roots of her trembling eyelashes, then shifted half a point, and finally stopped on the smooth part of her hair.

The staff started gesturing for them to come in.

Song Wenting's mood suddenly fell, and he said softly, "Let's go."

Unexpectedly, the person beside him suddenly said: "Wait."

Song Wenting didn't react, the figure with a cold and woody fragrance suddenly drew closer, he leaned slightly and focused his attention on her back.

Soon, a warm touch was accompanied by the big hands, and a tremor spread from the back of the back to the apex of the heart, and Song Wenting's cheeks burned red afterward.

The skirt she wore today was buttoned up on the back. She thought she had finished buttoning it up, but there was still the last one left unbuttoned.

Really lost all face this morning.

Ji Yanzhou stood up straight, his eyes could not help being attracted by the little powder on the earlobe, his eyes darkened immediately, and he subconsciously laughed out: "Is the skin so thin?

The woman looked up with her small face slightly raised, just like a little bit of embarrassment caused by his teasing countless times that year, the gleaming water in the black pupils, and finally the ripples caused by the beginning of the emotion.

"Go in." He lowered his voice with a smile and walked in front.

Because of the small number of people, their procedures went in a very orderly manner. Under the guidance of the cameraman, the two struggled to take a photo that looked affectionate and sweet. Song Wenting smiled lightly, but his eyes couldn't help revealing Laughter can't be deceived.

Until the form was filled out, the photo was stamped with a stamp, and two bright red books were handed over by the staff.

"Congratulations to you two, happy wedding!"

The first blessing came from a stranger, but it still filled Song Wenting's heart with warmth.

The books failed to reach Song Wenting, so Ji Yanzhou directly received the two books together. Song Wenting followed his gaze and murmured subconsciously, "One book per person."

"Want to see it?" Ji Yanzhou's black eyes enveloped her.

Song Wenting's heartbeat was beating like a drum. She didn't want to be seen by him to be nervous and excited, so she had to shake her head.

When the two walked out of the hall, they found that the hall was already full of people. Couples who had the essentials to get their certificates, but on the other side of the hall was the divorce office, and there were also a few couples who were about to get divorced and hated each other.

So indifferent that they don't want to see each other, the divorced people who are lining up look very young.

Couples who are in love before marriage can wear off all their feelings in their marriage, not to mention a reasonable-looking couple like them who have no basis for any relationship.

"What are you thinking?" The man's low voice carried strong strength from his arm.

Song Wenting looked back and shook his head slightly.

When saw the man's cold and white jawline, also saw the amazing gazes from all around him.

The feeling of suffocation that had just emerged in my heart was a little stronger.

"I'm going to the studio." When she went out, Song Wenting held back her complicated emotions that she didn't know how to relieve, thinking of going to the studio to direct Lin Xingyao in a scene today, so she wanted to say goodbye.

"How are you going to go?"

Ji Yanzhou's black ink-like eyes enveloped her, Song Wenting raised his eyes to look across the road, and said in a serious tone, "Take the subway."

"..."

Those eyes were even more meaningful under the scattered light. Ji Yanzhou kissed her lightly and laughed angrily: "You can't see a living person like me in front of you?"

His tone was cold and cold, Song Wenting glanced at him inexplicably, and continued to refuse: "It's okay, don't bother, I don't need to go from here..."

"Mr. Song." He interrupted Song Wenting, and the moment he lowered his eyes, his recklessness overflowed, "I don't need to remind you, we just got the certificate."

Bai Nen's delicate little face tilted slightly, Song Wenting pursed his lips, hiding his pounding heartbeat, and finally got into the car.

Getting back into the driver's seat, Song Wenting still doesn't feel real.

She actually married Ji Yanzhou.

Eight years ago, it was something she couldn't even think about.

So, in a relationship like theirs, what should an abnormal newlywed couple get along with?

"What time do you arrive at the set?"

At the traffic light, Ji Yanzhou asked in a blink of an eye.

Song Wenting was thinking about something, when he heard the words, he was stunned, and then responded with a slow heartbeat: "Ten o'clock."

The car fell into silence again.

While the atmosphere was changing, the phone rang at this moment, Song Wenting looked at Ji Yanzhou in confusion.

The other side signaled her casually: "Help me get it."

"Okay." Song Wenting agreed very smoothly, but after agreeing, her eyes were fixed on the long figure, and the bell kept vibrating in his suit jacket.

With her arms stretched into the jacket pocket along the cold but upper layer of fabric, she quickly took out the phone without any hesitation and handed it to Ji Yanzhou.

"Answer, put it out." He continued to instruct her.

Song Wenting obeyed gently, and a familiar male voice came: "Mr. Ji, what did you do last night, and you haven't come yet?"

The familiar voice is Ji Yanzhou's university roommate He Junlang.

"It is necessary to report to you."

Ji Yanzhou's voice is also lazy, it can be seen that they are very familiar with each other.

Song Wenting just held the phone like this, the pure black, thick and oversized size seemed a bit dazzling in the slender and small hands.

"Okay, I heard from Zhou Chen that you went on a blind date, could it be..." His mean tone paused, and he immediately laughed knowingly, "Did you have sex with that little girl last night?"

"..."

"Bye."

The mobile phone in Song Wenting's hand suddenly became a hot potato, and her pale neck became flushed instantly when she was ironed, and she quickly pressed the conversation with her fingertips.

The tightly clenched palms were also dripping with damp sweat, especially when the man looked over subconsciously.

She fluttered her eyelashes and pretended to turn her head to look out the window.

Seeing her pink cheeks, Song Wenting could have guessed that there must be sneer in that real gaze.

Not to mention that the smiling voice still slammed into the ear: "It seems that the skin is really thin."

Song Wenting didn't speak, and continued to look out the window.

"Just get used to it in the future." I was caught off guard by his explanation, "He usually doesn't have a clue."

Lower the window a little bit, the cool breeze blows the heat.

Song Wenting responded softly.

No one spoke again until the car was about to turn into the set, and Song Wenting said, "Just park here."

There are few people here, so you won't be seen.

Song Wenting's mind was clear, but the car showed no sign of stopping.

The tone of the re-export was a little anxious: "Mr. Ji."

With a "squeak", the car braked suddenly.

The body leaned forward due to inertia, and the second the head hit the glass, there was a warm touch between the foreheads, with a familiar and heart-throbbing smell.

It's his hand.

When she sat up straight, Ji Yanzhou quickly withdrew his hand, and the words followed: "I have received the certificate, it is a bit late to avoid suspicion with me now."

Song Wenting met his gaze, and only this time she could really see the handsome face. She explained warmly: "We...it's too fast, we're not used to it yet."

"Oh." He raised eyebrows, that handsome face fell down without saying hello, the sound of pulling the seat belt, and the scorching breath was close at hand.

In the sight of Song Wenting, the vigorous and powerful arm moved across, and her heart shrank suddenly. Just when she thought he would make some movement, her hand suddenly emptied, and the cell phone she had been holding was emptied. He took it.

"Then let's forget about today." He sat back, with a slight smile on Ling Lie's side face, neutral and wanton seemed to be accompanied by gentleness.

Feeling empty, Song Wenting followed and opened the car door.

"Song Wenting." Just as she got off the bus, Ji Yanzhou called her suddenly, she turned around, saw his lips move, and said, "The news has been sent to you, pick a ring when you have time."