No. 1 new love: the president is affectionate

Chapter 1203 You are mine (47)

"So it is."

The two had dinner and went downstairs together, she went to the supermarket to buy some daily necessities, while he went down to wait for the account book.

They left at the entrance of the corridor, Tan Ziyue went to the supermarket and came out in ten minutes. He was still standing at the door, and he had already got the household registration book in his hand.

The two went upstairs again side by side.

After washing up, she opened the balcony door. There was a small balcony with a sofa. She used to like to sit on the sofa and bask in the sun during the day and watch the stars at night.

It was already ten o'clock at night, and it was raining outside. She sat on the sofa and watched the rain from the glass window, and patted the place next to her, "Sit down and have a heart-to-heart talk."

What she said was extremely casual, and it was completely inversely proportional to the shy and sweet girl she was before.

Long Xingchen sat down, the fragrance of the shower gel on her body faintly radiated, and kept a proper distance from her.

Tan Ziyue looked at him, "Since we're going to be husband and wife tomorrow, what else is there to see?"

She moved towards him and was next to him.

"Aren't you going to discuss with your family about marrying me? Especially your grandma."

"I don't need her permission. My marriage is my own decision."

"Apart from Tan Kisaragi, have you ever talked to other girlfriends before?"

"No."

Tan Ziyue looked at him, such a rich second generation with ability and family background, such a clean private life, really all depends on self-discipline.

She reached out and took his arm, and put her head boldly on his shoulder, "You have hurt me once, don't hurt me again, I can easily take your words seriously."

Long Xingchen held her hand, "I see."

When sleeping, she slept on the bed and he slept on the sofa.

Compared with the insomnia last night, Tan Ziyue slept soundly tonight.

When I woke up in the morning, it was seven o'clock.

He is not awake yet.

After she got up to wash up, she made breakfast, and as soon as it was served on the table, he had already sat up from the sofa.

"Wash up and eat."

Long Xingchen looked at her, wearing a sky blue sweater, a pair of jeans underneath, long hair tied into a ponytail, plain face, simple.

It was very similar to the appearance of his imagined wife.

He went to the bathroom to wash up. To be honest, this was the first time he lived in such a small one-bedroom.

The washroom in his bedroom is larger than this.

But he felt that such a small room was furnished in such a style that it could be seen that she was a woman who had requirements for life.

Details determine virtue.

While eating, Long Xingchen's cell phone rang, and it was Long Tingting who called.

"what's up?"

"Think about it carefully, marriage is not a child's play." Long Tingting was afraid that he would be impulsive.

"I've thought about it, and the possible outcomes of such a marriage."

"Okay, even if I didn't say anything, remember to report to your parents when you come back from the Civil Affairs Bureau, and I will pretend not to know."

Long Xingchen hummed, "OK."

After hanging up the phone, he continued to eat.

At eight o'clock, I arrived at the gate of the Civil Affairs Bureau on time.

There was no one around at this time, Long Xingchen was wearing a mask and a peaked cap, no one recognized him.

The staff of the Civil Affairs Bureau recognized it. After all, it depends on the household registration book and the person's appearance, but due to professional ethics, the staff cannot tell it, so it doesn't matter.

The freshly baked red books came out like this, one for each person. At this moment, looking at this book, Tan Ziyue is really happy.

Since then, she has a husband.

(End of this chapter)