flashy wedding

Chapter 282 Where is the Marriage Certificate (1)
He went back and forth, so it was his fault?
Half an hour later.

Lu Jixiang and Song Jincheng were sitting at the table by the window on the second floor, and the waiter had just finished ordering and left.

Lu Jixiang looked at the camera facing them in the distance, and pouted secretly: "Professor Song, those reporters are so bad, do you really think we can't see them by hiding behind the bonsai? They are so naive and naive!"

"..." The man looked down at the phone.

Lu Jixiang looked at him curiously, and continued: "Professor Song, you haven't told me yet, what kind of government's overlord's compensation? Your injury, ah, what about those who hurt you? How do you plan to deal with it? "

Hearing this, the man couldn't help but put down the phone in his hand, and calmly looked up at her.

"About the compensation you mentioned, I really don't know about it. Haicheng is planning to build a high-speed rail. Now, probably in that direction, there is a small ancient town that has been passed down from generation to generation. It has been converted into a tourist area in recent years. , the income of each household is not bad, but they suddenly received a notice that they will be demolished, so naturally they are not convinced!"

His tone was really flat as water, as if this incident was just a piece of news in the newspaper, and it didn't happen to him.

Lu Jixiang still didn't understand.

"Don't the government have to pay corresponding compensation for demolition? Then why did they go to the city hall to demonstrate, and, moreover, hurt people!" As he spoke, his eyes fell on the gauze on the man's forehead again, with a sad expression.

The man's expression sank.

He frowned slightly, with a complicated expression: "This kind of thing should be considered in the long run. The demolition area is a tourist attraction. How much can the government give? Their annual income is more than this amount!"

Lu Jixiang opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"Is it really that profitable?"

Song Jincheng shook his head and replied: "It's not inevitable, it's just that these people have been passed down from generation to generation. Who would want to watch the homes built by their ancestors being demolished?"

Lu Jixiang nodded in agreement.

"Since people don't want it, the Haicheng government should revise the construction route of the high-speed rail, as long as it bypasses this ancient town, why bother to demolish people's homes?"

When Song Jincheng heard this, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

He glanced at the shoulder in the distance, and sneered, "This is the crux of the problem. If we take a detour to repair it, the cost may be more than what it is now. However, I have heard some other rumors!"

"What wind?"

Lu Jixiang looked at him with shining eyes, looking forward to it.

She already smelled gossip.

Song Jincheng glanced at her, and when he saw her expression at the moment, he couldn't help laughing: "I don't understand these things after I tell you, so why bother yourself?"

"But, but you've already told me so much, and it's not short of one or two sentences!" Lu Jixiang looked at him eagerly, and begged, "Professor Song, just tell me the inside story. I promise not to say anything!"

Song Jincheng sat up straight, leaned over and pinched the girl's cheek.

His eyes were full of doting: "It doesn't matter if you tell it, it's not a secret anyway!"

"Then tell me quickly!" Lu Jixiang was ready to move, listening to the gossip.

Song Jincheng picked up the tea on the table, took a sip slowly, and then put it down with a frown.

He slowly said: "The superior should intervene in this matter soon. Since there is a moth in the organization, we should find it out!"

"Then your injury..." Lu Jixiang already pointed out.

Song Jincheng drooped his eyelashes to cover up the cold light in his eyes.

"It's just a minor injury, don't worry about it."

Since you can catch big fish, why not use yourself as bait?

After eating, the two walked out of the restaurant.

The reporter stayed where he was, and when he saw the man walking out, he hesitated whether to step forward.

Lu Jixiang glanced at him, leaned close to the man and said, "Professor Song, those people want to interview you!"

Song Jincheng didn't speak, but put his arm around the girl's waist, and led her into the car together.

After returning to the hotel, Lu Jixiang kept busy cleaning up.

Song Jincheng looked at her movements and couldn't help laughing: "What are you busy with?"

"I want to take care of you!" Lu Jixiang looked at him, and said righteously: "Your wound must not touch water, and you must avoid spicy food, otherwise it will really leave scars in the future. Oh, what should you do when you take a bath?"

Men don't speak.

Lu Jixiang thought for a while, and continued: "There is a bathtub in the bathroom, I suggest you soak in the bathtub today!"

The man still doesn't speak.

Lu Jixiang looked at him, smiled and said, "Well, I know you have a cleanliness and don't like soaking in the bathtub in the hotel, but don't worry, I'll wash the bathtub myself later, so you should feel at ease ?”

Song Jincheng got up straight and went to the outside room.

Lu Jixiang looked at his back, quite depressed.

What happened to him?
At night, Lu Jixiang discovered a situation.

She found that the man was actually looking at his face in the mirror, especially the wound on his forehead, and seemed to be staring at it for a long, long time.

She was puzzled, and waited for the man to lie on the bed. She lay on his shoulder and smiled brightly: "Professor Song, what are you worried about?"

The man glanced at her, stretched out his hand and hugged her in his arms, without saying a word.

Lu Jixiang poked his chest with his fingers, a little triumphantly: "Are you afraid that I will dislike you?"

"Lu Jixiang!"

Song Jincheng suddenly spoke out, but angrily reprimanded: "Don't push yourself!"

Now, Lu Jixiang became more and more proud.

She hugged the man's waist with her backhand, and looked at him generously, with smiling eyes.

"Don't worry, the plastic surgery industry is so developed now, if you really have a scar on your forehead, at worst, I will accompany you to Korea!"

The man was irritated, and faint sparks appeared in his eyes.

Lu Jixiang chuckled, ignored his angry expression, and continued to say fearlessly: "Professor Song, the ancients said that women are the ones who please themselves. It turns out that you men also care about your appearance! Ah, I kind of know what you are doing today." Why are you so angry, it turned out that it was because of what I said about your disfigurement!"

Song Jincheng stared at her viciously, and after a while, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"Auspicious, you really have no conscience!"

"Who said I have no conscience? I have a big conscience. Don't worry, Professor Song. No matter what you become, I will never abandon you, hahaha..."

She finally got it back, yay!
When she fell asleep in the middle of the night, Lu Jixiang was woken up by urinating, and got up from the bed to go to the bathroom in a daze, but when she was waiting for her to come back, it happened that there was no man on the big bed.

(End of this chapter)