Qian Yikun looked behind him and said, "Let me ask you, what materials are needed to apply for an account now?"
"What, your wife is pregnant? Is she going to give birth?" The director smiled a little obscenely, so obscenely cute, "I'm just telling you, the one who always hides her beauty in a golden house is about to give birth."
"What's going on?" Qian Yikun leaned against the wall and looked at the director, "My fiancée was kidnapped and trafficked when she was a child. She has never had a household registration, so can I re-register for her?"
"Hero?" The director put away his smile and asked seriously.
Qian Yikun: "..."
This question can be said to be very embarrassing.
"You have to show proof of her upbringing, such as her adoptive parents after being trafficked, or she can't be a beggar who grew up without facts, old money, what kind of vision do you have?"
"No." Qian Yikun gritted his teeth and roared. If Mo Fei heard this, he wouldn't be able to save this person.
"Anyway, due to various reasons, I have never had a household registration, and there is no certifier." Qian Yikun said bluntly.
"Here, old Qian, there's nothing I can do about you. Let me tell you a way. One is to find her biological parents. When the child was just born, there must be a birth certificate. That will do. If the biological parents really find her, If not, you can give her a godparent, and I won’t let you do anything illegal, but there’s nothing you can do about it.”
The director was talking about this, and Qian Yikun naturally knew it. He called the director out to ask if there was any solution? He doesn't want to have a relationship, even if he doesn't have one.
But Mo Fei's identity is really too special, and every ID card is really not acceptable in China.
The director turned to leave, but thought of something again, and then looked back at Qian Yikun, "Old Qian, are you sure about your little wife's identity? I don't want to get you into trouble."
His identity is very certain, and he is at the top of the international most wanted list.
"Sure, good citizen." Qian Yikun said without blushing or heartbeat.
The director nodded, "Then hurry up, you will still need a household registration to get your marriage certificate."
Qian Yikun watched the director leave, turned around and pressed his hands on the railing. Where could he find a godfather and godmother for him
Gu Juexi’s parents
This doesn't work, it's not very reliable.
"Team Qian, the proposal has been made. Do you want to see me now?"
Qian Yikun put away his thoughts, nodded and walked over.
In the Qian family's bedroom, Mo Fei almost opened her hand at a 180-degree angle, with her fingers directly attached to her wrist. That bitch Qian Yikun moved the keyhole of the handcuffs to the other side. She was so disabled. It took a lot of strength to break over.
It would be no problem if Mo Fei opened the handcuffs on his hands and then lifted the quilt to remove the handcuffs on his feet. Mo Fei quickly untied the handcuffs on his feet and just threw them on the bed when the door was pushed open.
Mo Fei suddenly reached out and stuffed all the handcuffs into the quilt, then covered him with the quilt and pretended to be asleep.
Mother Qian came in, followed by a servant carrying food.
"I haven't woken up yet." Mother Qian said, sitting down by the bed and reaching out to touch Mo Fei's forehead, "It's not hot anymore."
"It's good that the fever has gone away. I have never seen the young master so precious alone." The servant said with a smile, put the food on the table, looked down at Mo Fei lying on the bed, "Madam, do you think Do you think this young lady looks familiar?"