Until now, Ji Mianmian still feels that it is still a little fluttering, but it doesn't feel too real.
The man she had been waiting for for a year came back and married her.
Ji Mianmian held the marriage certificate in her hand that seemed to be exuding enthusiasm, and raised the corners of her lips. He was now her husband.
She asked: "You are my husband now. You will always guard me and be with me, right?"
Murong Mian hugged her tightly: "Yes, I was reluctant to let go before, but I am willing to let it go now, and I will be willing to leave in the future. I have never cared about anything, and I have never wanted to take other people into my heart. You are the only one and everything."
Ji Mianmian's eyes heated up: "Me too."
Ye Shaoguang was her first love, and Murong Mian was her husband. They were the same person and had never changed.
She let go of Murong Mian and said, "Let's go back. I forgot to tell Sister Qingsi about this. Just don't blame me."
"No, I'm here."
Murong Mian suddenly picked up Ji Mianmian.
She jumped, not daring to move at all, and exclaimed: "Let me down quickly, don't be so pretentious, let me down."
She was really worried about Murong Mian's body all the time. He wanted to have one more time at night, but she didn't agree, and she didn't want him to hug her.
Murong Mian was in a good mood now and felt her body was getting better. She lowered her head and kissed Ji Mianmian on the face: "Don't let go."
Murong Mian carried Ji Mianmian to the car and fastened her seat belt, "Let's go back."
Ji Mianmian touched his chest: "How are you? Are you tired?"
"Do you think your husband doesn't even have this ability?"
She quickly shook her head: "No, I'm worried about you."
"I'm fine, don't worry." Murong Mian's current health is indeed a big hidden danger, but he believes that it is not that bad yet.
Ji Mianmian sighed and touched Murong Mian's face: "Just listen to me. You don't know that I feel uneasy every time I see you look so pale."
Murong Mian's skin color was not like that of a healthy person at all. It was so fragile and pale that people always felt like he was like delicate and fragile porcelain.
Otherwise, the director would not be so tolerant to him and agree not to let him shoot rain scenes in this cold weather and not let him work for too long.
Murong Mian took Ji Mianmian's hand and kissed her palm: "I'm fine, and I will be better in the future. As a person with a wife, I will only cherish my body more."
Of course he would cherish his body more. He just wanted to be able to keep Ji Mianmian longer.
The worry on Ji Mianmian's face slowly turned into a smile: "What you said cannot be ignored."
Murong Mian squeezed her hand: "Promise my wife, of course I dare not not count."
Ji Mianmian suddenly saw a black car parked not far from them. She was a little worried and said: "Is that car still a paparazzi? They took pictures of us getting married."
Murong Mian glanced at it and sneered: "Yes, they can take pictures as they like. Since Fang Yuanyuan made this matter so big, then it will be even bigger."
They were followed by cars when they came. Anyway, he had already made up his mind to quit the entertainment industry. Since he left, he must leave a big vote behind.
Murong Mian drove Ji Mianmian back to the hotel. He had a movie to shoot in the afternoon.
Ji Mianmian asked: "What do you think they will do if they film us going to the Civil Affairs Bureau?"
Murong Mian sneered: "Of course I won't agree to it, I will probably become a scumbag."