After this, Song Qiyue was silent, and she did not ask him again about how the loved one would not come back. But, because of the sadness in his eyes that was almost impossible to find again, she didn't have the heart to ask anymore.
In this silence, the two of them walked downstairs to the Golden Coast Apartment, Song Qiyue said, "I'm here."
Mo Zhengyan still smiled and said, "Well, go up."
He watched her, Song Qiyue turned around, and he didn't ask her how she thought about it.
But this night, Song Qiyue really couldn't sleep. I don't know what's wrong, the eyes of Mo Zhengyan have been flashing in his eyes, and they can't go away.
The next day, Song Qiyue woke up very early, she found that she was not sleepy at all, her spirit was very good, and her mind was very clear.
After getting up early, Song Qiyue drove off. She did not go to Dingxin Company immediately, but came to the Civil Affairs Bureau.
The office building of the Civil Affairs Bureau opened at 8 o'clock in the morning. When Song Qiyue arrived, it was past 8 o'clock.
A line has been lined up in the lobby of the building. After looking at this, it will take a while to get the number. Song Qiyue was not in a hurry, she received the number, and then walked aside. It would not be possible to come over by herself, and she still lacked a partner.
Early in the morning, Song Qiyue called Mo Zhengyan.
Her eyes fixed on his number, hesitated for only a moment, and then pressed it down.
"So early?" Mo Zhengyan's voice was slightly hoarse, probably because he just woke up, but he was a bit sexy.
The floor-to-ceiling windows of the hall were bright. It was a bright and sunny morning. Song Qiyue stood in front of the window. She smiled and said, "It's not early, I'm already up."
"En?" he asked.
Song Qiyue squeezed her cell phone and said, "Mo Zhengyan, please bring all the necessary items for your ID card. Come to the Civil Affairs Bureau, I will be waiting for you in the lobby."
There was silence on the other end, obviously stunned by her sudden words, and then he smiled softly and said, "You agree?"
"Yes, I have considered it clearly, and I also have an answer. I agree, and I am willing to marry you! I am willing!" She said, her mouth arched.
Mo Zhengyan also smiled, "Okay, I'll come over now, then wait for me."
After hanging up the line, Song Qiyue put her phone away and waited quietly. She found that in fact, making such a decision was far less difficult, and it seemed to be much happier and more free and easy than imagined.
Soon, Mo Zhengyan rushed over.
As soon as he walked into the hall, the lonely figure naturally attracted the attention of others, but he didn't care about it, he saw her with a certain line of sight. Song Qiyue also smiled at him, waved to him, motioned for him to come over.
Mo Zhengyan walked over and asked in a low voice, "Why is it so sudden?"
"It was a little sudden." Song Qiyue replied, "Isn't there a saying that marriage requires courage and impulse?"
"Your courage and impulse are really unexpected." He smiled.
"Do you not like it? Or do you not want to marry?" she asked back.
Mo Zhengyan stretched out his hand and saw her scattered hair, then he hooked the naughty hair behind her ears, revealing her beautiful round ears, "I like it, of course I marry."
"Have you brought those ID cards?" Song Qiyue asked, a bit itchy when he touched him.
Mo Zhengyan raised the file bag in her hand, indicating that she had brought everything together.
"Come on, we also have to line up and give this place to the people behind." Song Qiyue directly took his arm and led him to the line of people.
The waiting process is a bit long, but it still feels a bit interesting, because on the two sides of the hall, one side is for marriage registration, and the other side is for divorce. On the one hand, there is joy, but on the other side, there is grief and mist, and there are even more people who are cold-eyed and even more hands-on.
Here a woman was sobbing and crying, earth-shattering, crying and cursing, and the commissioner of the Civil Affairs Bureau was persuading.
Seeing this scene, Song Qiyue couldn't help sighing, "What should I do, you may bully me in the future, and I will become like this."
"You will never have such a day." Mo Zhengyan whispered.
A staff member kindly reminded, "The newly registered marriage please check whether they have all their documents..."
"Bring it here, I'll check it." Song Qiyue is not really worried. He has always been dripping in everything, but she is really curious. She hasn't seen Mo Zhengyan on her ID card. What is it like? .
Mo Zhengyan was very generous and handed her the bag of documents.
When Song Qiyue opened it, she found the ID card.
On that small document, he marked his identity serial number, nationality, and his name.
Next to the three words of Mo Zhengyan, there was a small one-inch photo.
And in that photo, he looked like when he was young.
Song Qiyue couldn't help narrowing her eyes, and took a closer look at his appearance. His appearance really hasn't changed. He has been so handsome since he was a child, but he is a little more childish and greener than he is now. It's just that the indifference and arrogance between the brows can still be noticed. In the photo, he also raised his lips slightly and smiled so casually.
Song Qiyue looked at it and said, "So you used to be like this."
"What does it look like?" Mo Zhengyan asked.
"Like a fool, ha." Song Qiyue laughed, and Mo Zhengyan looked at her with a smile, "You didn't get any better when you were a kid, I will bow down in front of you."
Song Qiyue was surprised, "How do you know what I looked like when I was a kid?"
Mo Zhengyan smiled, "If I want to know, there will always be a way."
"You!" After being investigated for privacy, Song Qiyue was slightly annoyed and glared at him, "You are peeping at me again! In fact, you are just obsessed with me!"
"No." He admitted, she was speechless.
"Which one did you watch?" Song Qiyue asked, and Mo Zhengyan said, "The one you caused trouble."
"It's impossible. No one took pictures when I got into trouble."
"That's the one you were trained to cry."
"I didn't cry when I was being trained, OK?" Song Qiyue was depressed, "Which one is it?"
Mo Zhengyan was dead and refused to answer.
In the midst of the laughter and noise, suddenly the staff called for a number, and Mo Zhengyan held her hand, "It's our turn."
The two came to the room inside. The civil affairs staff who went through the registration procedures asked them some questions according to the procedures, and then asked them for ID, signed and sealed, and Song Qiyue was too late to respond. Finally, the humanity, " Do you want to take pictures? If you want, go there."
They really didn't have a photo, so Mo Zhengyan led her to stand in front of the camera and took a group photo, which was then reflected on the book.
This formulaic registration model really stunned Song Qiyue. She was a little dazed, "Why is marriage like this?"
"What do you think?" Mo Zhengyan smiled.
"At least you have to ask me if I am voluntary?"
"They will only ask me about this sentence." He teased, and Song Qiyue glared at him!
But someone was yelling, Song Qiyue immediately stepped forward, and she took two red books, which were marriage certificates.
they got married.