Girl Forced to Marry Her Sister's Husband: The President's Private Treasure

"Honey, I've already chosen a route, which is definitely different from the usual route to get off work on the main road. We will definitely not be stuck in traffic today."

Sure enough, what Situ Chenjue said was right, he did choose a route that would definitely avoid traffic jams even though it took a few turns, avoiding the large traffic flow.

Seeing that the Civil Affairs Bureau is not far away, Huanyan's heart is basically settled.

Suddenly the car made a high-pitched noise and stopped.

Huanyan was taken aback, and looked at Situ Chenjue: "Well, what's going on?"

"I, I'll get out of the car and have a look..."

After Situ Chenjue got out of the car and looked at it for a long time, he returned to Huanyan in dejection, and sighed: "Baby, I'm so sorry, the two of us came home recently, this car hasn't been driven for a long time, and it hasn't been repaired, so there is A key part failed, and now it's broken down, and we're just going to call someone to tow the truck to fix it, and walk over."

"Ah...go over...?"

Huanyan looked at the luxurious dress and 12cm high heels she was wearing, and was stunned.

This dress is very beautiful, very gorgeous, with a very long skirt, so Huanyan is not tall, so she matched it with a pair of such high heels. It is beautiful, but it is very hard. . . . .

She thought it would not take much effort to walk around the Civil Affairs Bureau anyway, so she didn't care at all.

But who knew that this expensive sports car broke down when it was two or three stops away from the Civil Affairs Bureau. It seems that expensive things are all kinds of unreliable.

Huanyan pursed her lips, and took a look at Situ Chenjue: "Hey, don't you think that I'm walking on the road dressed like this... Don't you think it's too out of harmony?"

"What's wrong with that?"

Situ Chenjue looked at the pair of hats on the woman's feet, and laughed heartily: "Okay, okay, if it doesn't work, I'll carry you on the back, okay? You are so light, like a kitten, my husband must be able to carry you on your back." Started..."

Unexpectedly, Huan Yan's face turned pale, and she looked ungrateful: "Who wants you to carry it, I have feet, and I can walk by myself!"

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So, Huanyan didn't care about Situ Chenjue, she held her skirt and wore [-]cm high heels, angrily threw her hands, and strode out.

Situ Chenjue suppressed a smile, and followed her, thinking that if she wanted to leave, she would just leave, and when she was tired from walking, she would naturally let herself carry it.

So he also walked down, holding Huanyan's hand, and the two of them walked on the path together.

These two people were already beautiful, and they were wearing such dreamy clothes, it was almost like they were filming an idol drama. Passers-by all stared at them, thinking they were filming a TV drama.

But I was even more surprised to find that there was no camera nearby.

This place is close to the Civil Affairs Bureau, and there are several middle schools next to it. This time happened to be the time when the middle school students finished their classes. A pair of middle school students just walked over, passing by Huanyan and Chen Jue.

The boys and girls stared at the two of them intently, as if they had never seen such a romantic scene.

After a long time, everyone began to whistle and applaud. . .

Then, there was a little boy wearing a scruffy school uniform who looked like a prickly head, and a lot of ghosts shouted: "Hey, handsome guy, are you two going to get married?"

"Yes!" The old god Situ Chenjue was there, and he didn't feel embarrassed at all.