"Brother Han." Song Ci put her chin on the back of Han Zhan's hand, she looked at Han Zhan, her bright eyes were full of Han Zhan's shadow. "Let's go get the certificate today."
Hearing Song Ci's words, Han Zhan was surprised.
He fell silent.
After a while, Han Zhan suddenly said, "Don't you think wearing a neck brace is ugly, and it doesn't look good when you take pictures?"
Song Ci said: "I have a lot of saved photos, all of which are suitable for marriage certificate photos. You give me a personal photo of you, I turn on the computer, and take a P, and it is a marriage certificate photo."
Han Zhan thought to himself: Can there be such an operation
The two quickly went to the Civil Affairs Bureau, filled out a form and received a certificate. It wasn't until sitting in the car on the return journey, staring down at the red marriage certificate on his lap, that Han Zhan recalled what happened this morning, and felt it was ridiculous.
He is 32, not a 23-year-old impulsive guy, why did he mess around with Song Ci
Song Ci looked at the marriage certificate carefully, commented on the photo above, and said, "Brother Han, you should smile more when you take pictures, you know? Look, you look serious in this photo, like an old cadre."
Han Zhan looked down and just smiled helplessly.
"Brother Han, stretch out your hand."
Han Zhan stretched out his left hand subconsciously.
As if by magic, Song Ci had an extra gold ring in his hand at some point.
Staring at the ring, Han Zhan's breathing suddenly slowed down.
Song Ci put the ring on Han Zhan's ring finger. She raised Han Zhan's left hand, looked it over carefully before her eyes, and said with satisfaction, "It's very suitable and looks good."
Han Zhan looked at the ring. It was a golden ring with a simple black diamond in the middle, which was very suitable for Han Zhan. Han Zhan was silent for a long time before asking Song Ci in a low voice, "When did you buy it?"
"Last night." After leaving Mu's house, Song Ci went to the shopping mall. "I was afraid that the size would be wrong, but it just fits right. It's fate."
Song Ci took out her own one again, which was the same style as Han Zhan's, except that the black diamond was smaller. She was about to put it on by herself when Han Zhan suddenly reached out and stopped the ring.
"I'll wear it for you," he said.
Song Ci pursed her lips and glanced at him, then suddenly said, "Groom, use your right hand to put on the ring for the bride."
Ahead, Long Yu, who was driving, heard Song Ci's words, his expression suddenly changed, and he secretly glanced behind him from the corner of his eye. Long Yu thought that Han Zhan would reject Song Ci's proposal, but after a brief silence, Han Zhan nodded and said, "Okay."
Long Yu was even more surprised.
Mr. Han treats Ms. Song very unusually.
In front of Song Ci, Han Zhan took off the glove that he had been wearing on his right hand since they met.
The gloves were taken off, revealing the true face of Han Zhan's right hand.
Han Zhan wore two decorative fake fingers on his hand. The fake fingers were skin-colored. At first glance, they looked the same as the real ones, but if you looked closely, you could find that the two fake fingers couldn't move.
They're slightly curved, as they always have been.
Before Han Zhan was about to take off the fake finger, he thoughtfully reminded Song Ci, "It might be a little ugly."
Song Ci looked at him with complicated eyes, but said nothing.
Han Zhan didn't hesitate any longer, and took off the fake finger in person, revealing two ugly severed finger scars. Han Zhan's two fingers were amputated from the root of the knuckles. After so many years, the scars are still ugly.
It was the first time Song Ci saw such a hand, and his breathing became lighter.
After a while, she said, "It's pretty ugly."
Hearing this, Long Yu's back stiffened.
Han Zhan was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, and didn't seem to be angry. Long Yu quietly looked back at Han Zhan, feeling a little complicated. In fact, when the finger was amputated, Mr. Han was far less calm than he is now.
He used to be an ace sniper, his eyes and hands were the things he valued more than his life. The finger was cut off when it was said to be cut off. Mr. Han was lifeless during that time, and everyone thought he couldn't survive.
As it is now, when Song Ci said that his fingers were ugly, Mr. Han could still laugh it off. In Long Yu's opinion, it was inconceivable.
Han Zhan picked up the ring with his thumb and ring finger, and put it on Song Ci's left ring finger. "Well, now, you are my bride."
Han Zhan lowered his head, picked up the fake finger and prepared to put it on.
Song Ci suddenly leaned over and snatched the fake finger from his hand. "Let me do it."
Han Zhan subconsciously refused, "No, I can"
"You have to get used to it. I will wear them for you from now on." Song Ci stared at Han Zhan, leaving Han Zhan nowhere to escape. Song Ci patted Han Zhan's chest, and said disapprovingly, "Brother Han, from now on, you can only touch your right hand and your tie."
Han Zhan's chest seemed to have been hit with a hammer, and he almost suffocated.
So domineering.
Han Zhan looked at the right hand that had put on the fake fingers again, his gray-blue eyes gradually darkened. In this world, there are tens of thousands of women who are willing to tie ties for him, but there is only one person who is willing to wear fake fingers for him.
He was reluctant to let her go after a year.
Han Zhan wanted to try and keep her by his side.
Although the feelings for Song Ci are not at the level of love, the favorability has skyrocketed.
Song Ci's hand was suddenly held by Han Zhan.
She was a little surprised, and turned around to tease Han Zhan: "What are you holding my hand for?" Song Ci put her hands on Han Zhan's shoulders with a smile, and she whispered in his ear, "Brother Han, give me a kiss."
Song Ci was teasing Han Zhan, but Han Zhan said to Long Yu in front, "Don't turn back."
How dare Long Yu look back.
Song Ci raised her eyebrows.
She still wanted to tease Han Zhan, but Han Zhan suddenly turned around, raised his left hand to hold the back of her head, leaned over, and grabbed Song Ci's soft petals with his fiery lips. Han Zhan, who looks cold and stable, has such fiery lips.
Song Ci was surprised for a few seconds, then closed his eyes.
After parting, Song Ci's cheeks were flushed, but she still put on a calm look as if she was an experienced driver.
Han Zhan put the two marriage certificates together, put them in his pocket, and suddenly asked her, "How did you get the household registration book?" He didn't think that Mu Mian would easily agree to Song Ci's marriage with him.
Song Ci said with some embarrassment: "My mother and I took it, the reason is to buy a house."
Han Zhan chuckled, "Slippery."
The two words in a heavy voice fell into Song Ci's ears, and her face turned even redder.
Sending these two people downstairs, Long Yu slipped faster than a monkey. While walking towards the elevator, Song Ci complained to Han Zhan: "Brother Long was scared into Brother Monkey by you."
Han Zhan followed Song Ci into the elevator and said, "Sooner or later he will get used to it."
sooner or later
In other words, things like this today will often happen in the future.
Song Ci quietly rubbed her earlobes, looking forward to it.
After entering the house together, Song Ci lowered her head and changed her shoes, and said to Han Zhan, "To celebrate our certification, shouldn't we have a big meal at noon today? Brother Han, you cook, and I'll help you."
Thinking of the big Australian dragon in the refrigerator, Song Ci licked his lips, "I'm going to dismember that Australian dragon by five horses, peel the skin and dismantle the bones, and swallow it in my stomach."
Got the certificate, Sahua ヽ(°▽°)ノ
(end of this chapter)