There is a lot of people outside the room, and you can feel the bustle outside through the silent and noise-reducing wall.
Tu Mianmian was pressed on the chair by the makeup artist, and she put her head up and obediently put on makeup and fiddled with her hairstyle. The eyeballs under his closed eyes rolled slightly, with a slight curiosity about the outside world in his heart.
Tu Mianmian pricked up her ears to hear what was being said outside, but it was too far away and too noisy outside, so she couldn't hear the detailed words clearly.
But you can probably guess...
Taking advantage of the time when the makeup artist turned his head to pick up things, Tu Mianmian looked down at the decent suit she was wearing, and couldn't help puffing out her cheeks.
Maybe they are all discussing his freshly baked "Duchess".
The make-up artist happened to turn around and saw Tu Mianmian's swollen face like an angry puffer fish, her eyes lit up immediately, "The Duchess is so cute!"
Tu Mianmian was so frightened that she quickly let go of the breath that was in her mouth, and her cheeks recovered their delicate and beautiful curvature.
He secretly went to see the make-up artist's reaction, and found that the make-up artist seemed to be happier, and even the action of arranging his hair was much lighter.
At this time, the home service robot came to Tu Mianmian with a cup of warm water. The star eyes on the display flickered, and the unified electronic voice could hear a bit of flattery, "Duchess, please drink water!"
"...Thank you." Tu Mianmian took the water glass, and moved her buttocks uncomfortably, moving a little away from the robot.
Not only is she unfamiliar with and wary of high-tech things, but she also has indescribable words about the title "Duchess".
God knows, Tu Mianmian just accidentally traveled to this strange interstellar era.
He landed on the central star of the Rising Sun Empire, and was given humanitarian assistance because his personal information was unknown. And after the Genetic Information Bureau entered the data for him and established citizen information, it found a 100% genetic match between him and the Duke of Sivir in the gene bank.
As a result, immediately a staff member anxiously came to ask Tu Mianmian if she would like to marry the Duke.
At that time, I didn't know the sinister picture of the society, and the gene match was 100%, so shouldn't it be my father or my mother? Marriage should be a staff slip of the tongue.
Then as soon as he nodded, he was sent to the Duke's mansion at the speed of light by the genetic bureau.
The butler of the Duke's Mansion was also very helpful. He immediately summoned the Duke who was away, and also called people from the Central Star Civil Affairs Bureau to take photos of the marriage certificate and register the marriage.
The Duke's mansion was filled with joy immediately, and there was a sense of joy that the Duke had finally left the order. Mr. Housekeeper took care of Tu Mianmian nervously throughout the whole process. Although he was meticulous, he seemed very afraid that he would run away halfway.
Tu Mianmian couldn't help but feel very messy.
... But the matter has reached this level, and there is no time for him to struggle or regret it.
The makeup artist here had just finished her work, and the bustling outside suddenly became quiet, almost silent.
After a while, the unique sound of leather boots stepping on the ground came from far and near, and the door of the lounge was opened immediately.
"Tu Mianmian?" The visitor pronounced the name carefully and clearly, as if calling someone very important, but this could not conceal the fact that he was unfamiliar with Tu Mianmian.
"En." Tu Mianmian agreed, and looked up at the person who came.
Coincidentally, Tu Mianmian was also not familiar with the noble Duke Sivir of the Chaoyang Empire.
The couple who are about to take their marriage registration certificate photos are still very strange to each other.
Sivir walked in against the light. He was tall with broad shoulders and narrow waist. He stepped in with a pair of long legs. Standing by the door, he blocked the half-opened door tightly and let the outside in. The line of sight is also blocked behind.
Sivir's eyes fell on Tu Mianmian involuntarily.
Tu Mianmian has just been dressed up, his eyes are round, big and lively, and his slightly curly flaxen hair after the hairstyle makes him look like a little prince who knows nothing about the world.
Facing Sivir's gaze, Tu Mianmian smiled at Sivir, with two small dimples on her lips.
Sivir: "…"
Sivir's emerald green eyes suddenly became much deeper, like a deep pool.
His throat rolled, his eyes moved away from Tu Mianmian, and he looked at the makeup artist, with a calm and indifferent tone: "Is it done?"
The make-up artist shuddered at Lord Duke's perennially expressionless cold face, and replied tremblingly: "Your Highness, it's already done."
After plucking up the courage to say the first sentence, the following words became much more fluent, "Madam's appearance meets the ID photo standards, Your Highness can take Madam to take ID photos."
Sivir: "Yeah."
Then Sivir stood there and waited for a while, but found that Tu Mianmian did not respond, he looked at Tu Mianmian, and Tu Mianmian was also looking at him blankly.
Xivir paused for a moment, then walked up to Tu Mianmian, ignoring the make-up artist who hurriedly retreated, bent slightly, and stretched out his arms to Tu Mianmian who was obediently sitting on the chair, "Okay, let's go out and take pictures .”
Tu Mianmian looked at the arms in front of her, and her eyes touched the soft and expensive dress fabric on Sivir's body, which was the same style as her own.
He belatedly realized that Sivir was waiting for him to go out together just now, so he let out a oh, and reached out to take Sivir's arm.
then.
The staff of the Civil Affairs Bureau waiting outside the room, the staff of the Genetics Bureau who sent the pictures, and the employees and servants working in the Duke's Mansion were fortunate enough to see the scene where the Duke and the Duchess came together.
The Duke of Sivir's eyes were sharp and cold. I don't know if it was because he changed his military uniform, or because he had the Duchess by his side. His previous cold aura subsided at this moment, and he looked much calmer.
Although the Duchess next to him was a head short, she didn't look thin and petite. Her skin as white as milk seemed to be shining, and her eyes were very clear.
He is obviously exquisite in appearance, but inexplicably people feel that he is like some kind of fluffy animal. He is a very beautiful and cute boy at first glance.
what!
Masculinity and masculinity! Very right!
The voice of Ah Wei's death echoed in everyone's heart.
Anderson, the butler of the Duke's Mansion, pushed aside the crowd and greeted him with a smile, "Your Highness the Duke."
He turned his head to look at Tu Mianmian beside Sivir, and the grey-haired old man smiled more kindly, "Ma'am."
"Yeah." Sivir nodded.
Butler Anderson looked at Tu Mianmian again after receiving Sivir's response. Tu Mianmian was slightly hesitant, he hesitated for a while, and then followed Sivir's response and nodded to Anderson.
The old housekeeper with the gold-rimmed unilateral glasses seemed to have received some affirmation, and immediately smiled, every wrinkle on his face contained a smile.
"Since His Royal Highness and Madam are ready, let's finish the procedure." Butler Anderson said with a smile.
When Anderson, the big housekeeper, spoke, the staff of the Civil Affairs Bureau immediately stepped forward, opened a specific page of the working computer, and asked Sivir and Tu Mianmian to sign the marriage agreement and complete the pre-marriage registration steps.
Others also took action one after another, and the staff who started to work lifted the seal of "Silence" captured by Sivir's aura, and "lived" one by one.
After they signed their names, Tu Mianmian and Xi Weier were invited into a specific shooting range.
Surrounded by the background boards made by the people of the Duke's Mansion, the red roses with tangled branches are patchwork, outlining a scene full of flowers.
The lighting device above the head is controlled by intelligent AI, automatically senses dimming, and can switch freely between warm light and cold light. The lighting effect is first-class, and it is specially designed for the current shooting.
There are countless small cameras flying around, constantly looking for the best angle to capture.
In fact, in the interstellar era of advanced technology, marriage registration and filing are not so complicated. Many couples simply take a photo and register.
But the steps in front of me are customs handed down from ancient times, and the Duke's Mansion has always been a family that respects ancient etiquette, and every detail has been done very carefully.
Sivir led Tu Mianmian and stood still among the colorful flowers, his eyes swept around the fragile flowers around.
Inexplicably, Sivir felt that the "Madam" she was holding was delicate and fragile like a flower, and needed to be carefully cared for.
"..." Sivir, who was thinking wildly, froze suddenly, and the discomfort in his body suddenly became stronger.
Sivir didn't show any mountains and rivers on his face, but secretly suppressed the discomfort, which made his brows even more stern.
The light above the head changed from cool tones to warm yellow and light, Tu Mianmian blinked, and quietly turned his head to look at Sivir beside him.
From his angle, only Sivir's tightly pursed lips can be seen, and his eyes are slightly raised, showing his cold and stern profile.
Tu Mianmian finally had a sense of reality, and the corners of her lips curled up silly.
This is his legal partner.
Although there is no object for being single, the national package is allocated.
Seems like a pretty good sub.
After the marriage certificate photos were taken, the staff of the Civil Affairs Bureau recorded the photos in the Chaoyang Empire's marriage system, thus completing the final step of marriage registration, and the marriage relationship between Xivir and Tu Mianmian was declared established.
There are two copies of marriage certificates issued by the Civil Affairs Bureau. An electronic file was sent to the optical computer terminals of Sivir and Tu Mianmian respectively, and a precious paper document was handed over to Butler Anderson for safekeeping.
Tu Mianmian was sitting by the window fiddling with his optical brain. It was his first time to come into contact with advanced technology products, and he was following the novice tutorial of the optical brain steward to adapt to the functions.
Outside the window, I could see the backs of a few people who had gone away, they were the last batch of staff members who left the Duke's Mansion.
They whispered to each other very excitedly, after all, Tu Mianmian had been cultivating for many years, her eyes and ears were sharp, and she could hear a few words even from a long distance away.
"Is that the freshly baked Duchess?"
"What does it look like, tell me quickly! Have you secretly taken pictures? I've been doing logistics outside, and I can't see anything!"
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
"It looks like the configuration of the domineering duke's little girl. I have another material after going out, hehe."
"The Duchess's eyes are so clean, as if she can speak."
"The Duchess is beautiful and lovely, looks like a pinch, I-I think..."
Tu Mianmian: "..." No, you have nothing to think about.
Tu Mianmian turned her head, Sivir was sitting on the sofa with her eyes closed, the evening sun was slantingly reflected on his face, Tu Mianmian saw his frowning.
"Are you uncomfortable?" Tu Mianmian approached and asked, but Sivir, who was over-conscious about fighting, subconsciously grabbed her wrist.
When he opened his eyes, Sivir's gaze was out of focus for a moment, and then quickly regained focus.
The hand holding him was extremely hot, Tu Mianmian didn't struggle, and sat down beside him, "Your skin is so hot."
He asked with concern: "Are you sick?"
Anyway, Tu Mianmian is still very concerned about the object that the empire has just assigned to him.
Sivir looked at him without saying a word, his emerald green pupils gradually became darker, "..."
Tu Mianmian also looked back at him: "..."
Sivir: "…"
Tu Mianmian: "?"
The eye contact between the two declared failure, and seeing Tu Mianmian's eyes getting confused, Sivir pursed her lips.
His fingertips rubbed Tu Mian's wrist, and the small piece of white and tender skin quickly took on his warmth.
The butler Anderson, who came out of the kitchen, was about to report on the progress of the dinner, but he couldn't help but froze after seeing this scene.
After receiving Tu Mianmian's questioning gaze, Anderson smiled slightly: "It's okay, madam, you can help His Highness the Duke."
Tu Mianmian said: I don't understand what you are talking about.
But soon, Tu Mianmian understood what kind of "help".
As the Duke's situation was a little out of control, and it was getting worse and worse, the dinner that had been carefully prepared had to be resolved hastily, and the battlefield between Sivir and Tu Mianmian was moved to the bedroom.
In the Duke's bedroom, the bathroom was steaming.
Tu's hair was still slightly wet. He was sitting on the edge of the wide and soft bed with a blank expression on his face, and he was pinching the corner of his clothes absent-mindedly.
The words "Lord Duke's passion. Passion" rolled over in his head, and then rolled over again. Reading each word separately is normal, but reading it together is so frightening that his rabbit's tail is about to pop out.
"Mianmian." The low hoarse voice close to the ear startled Tu Mianmian.
Tu Mianmian came back to her senses, looked up and found that Sivir had come out of the bathroom.
The light in the bedroom is directly controlled by the light brain, and under the adjustment of Sivir, it is no longer bright, and it is ambiguously dim.
Tu Mianmian felt a little uneasy, and stammered, "I'm here, what, what's the matter..."
The unfamiliar masculine aura hooded her head, and Sivir hugged Tu Mianmian, her voice hoarse from the physiological reaction with a different kind of sexiness.
He let out a soft sigh: "Help me..."
In the middle of the night, the bedroom finally stopped, and the silence was restored.
A white arm poked out from under the quilt, and pitifully grabbed a corner of the pillow, with two large characters of grievance written on the pale pink fingertips.
Tu Mianmian buried half of her face in the pillow, lying in the arms of her man and sighing silently.
Ugh.
Once married as a rich man...
You have to taste the bitterness in it.
The author has something to say: #小剧#
Mianmian: You have to taste, you have to taste, you have to taste...
Lord Duke: Have you tried the delicious food
author:? I suspect you guys are driving and have evidence!