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Chapter 63 "Certification 2"

Duan Zheng chuckled, put his elbows on his legs, turned his eyes slightly, and looked down at her.

The man's eyelids are very thin, and the corners of his eyes are raised in a nice arc, especially when he lowers his eyes, there is a natural indifference.

It looks ruffian, bad and gentle.

Fu Zhi withdrew her gaze and lowered her head to play with the phone in her hand.

The girl's hair brushed against his arm every now and then, and a faint fragrance of hair lingered all over her body.

Duan Zheng stretched out his hand and tied Fu Zhi's hanging hair behind his ear again.

Only then did her eyes fall on Fu Zhi's screen, she was playing a game.

Fu Zhi was being chased and beaten with a hammer.

Fu Zhi curled her lips, and said to Duan Zheng who was beside her aggrievedly: "Other children have boyfriends to lie down with them, but I—"

"Still being chased and beaten by someone else's boyfriend in the Canyon of Kings."

The little girl's voice was warm and soft, with a hint of aggrieved energy.

Duan Zheng stretched out his hand and rubbed her little head, wrapping his arms around Fu Zhi from behind.

A light but clear scent of cedar wood lingered between Fu Zhi's nostrils.

Fu Zhi's cheeks turned pink, and she held her breath uncontrollably.

The two of them were very close, and Duan Zheng naturally noticed Fu Zhi's small movements.

Then, a deep and gentle voice fell in her ear:
"Fu Jiujiu."

"I don't kiss you again, why are you nervous?"

The warm breath and the faint cedar wood fragrance fell on the ears bit by bit, causing slight ripples.

Fu Zhi breathed out heavily, and couldn't help pretending to turn her head to look at him.

And at this moment, Duan Zheng's head tilted slightly forward.

The warm lips just fell on the man's cheek.

Both of them were taken aback, and Fu Zhi's ears turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Duan Zheng paused slightly with his fingertips, wondering if the family members who were talking saw this scene.

Thinking of this, Fu Zhi's cheeks, ears, and neck turned red again.

Fu Zhi handed the phone to Duan Zheng, "I'm not playing any broken games!"

Duan Zheng hummed lightly: "Then stop playing."

Duan Zheng patted her little head, "Go, I'll take you to a place."

Fu Zhi snorted, and let Duan Zheng take her by the hand and leave the villa.

After getting into the car, Duan Zheng leaned slightly and fastened Fu Zhi's seat belt.

Fu Zhi blinked her bright fox eyes and looked at him, "Where are you taking me?"

"go--"

"A good place, I want to show you our future life."

Fu Zhi: "...Speak humanly."

Duan Zheng coughed lightly, turned the steering wheel with one hand, and said in a low voice: "The house has been renovated, and I want to take my future wife to see if my vision meets her wishes."

—

During the Chinese New Year period, there were not too many vehicles, and the road was unimpeded, and it took only [-] minutes to arrive.

Facing the afterglow of the evening, a black Porsche slowly stopped at Yuwan New City.

The housing prices here are ridiculously expensive, but Fu Zhi was optimistic about the houses here before.

It's just that Fu Zhi changed his mind when he learned that it was an industry owned by Duan's Group.

Going around and coming to Yuwan New City again is Duan Zheng's future wife, but it feels a little... different.

"Fu Jiujiu!"

Fu Zhi let out an ah, blinked her eyes, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Duan Zheng said, "You just stared at the name of this neighborhood for a while, don't you...don't like it?"

Hearing this, Fu Zhi shook her head lightly, "No, I liked it quite a bit when I just graduated, but—"

She lowered her eyes and smiled, then paused inadvertently, and said softly: "I didn't come, not because I couldn't buy it, but because it is an industry under the Duan Group, so I didn't..."

Duan Zheng's eyelashes trembled slightly, his fingers hanging by his side paused slightly, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Because of me?"

"Yes and no, most of the reasons were because I wanted to avoid everything about you."

Fu Zhi didn't know what to think of, and she couldn't help laughing, "During that time, I even started to avoid people about you and people with the surname Duan."

Listening to the jokes sentence by sentence, Duan Zheng still felt very uncomfortable in his heart.

If he had restrained his temper at that time, would their ending have been different?
Will it...will not miss these years.

As for Fu Zhi, the missed years made her a better adult.

He is the brightest star in the distant star field, and she is also qualified to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

If it never happens once, this is probably the best result she can choose.

—

After the Lantern Festival, Fu Zhi and Duan Zheng picked a so-called "good day" to get their certificates.

It was the day when Duan Zheng met Fu Zhi for the first time and snatched candy from her, February 2.

Duan Zheng took Fu Zhi's little hand and watched the staff put a stamp on the certificate.

Then, the staff handed over the two little red books.

"Congratulations, happy wedding."

Thinking of what the staff made fun of before, Fu Zhi's cheeks turned pink.

Before Fu Zhi saw the photo on the marriage certificate, Duan Zheng took it away and hid it.

Fu Zhi stretched out her small hand: "I want to see it!"

In the next second, Duan Zheng's big hand was attached to Fu Zhi's small hand.

The warm and dry palm tightly wrapped Fu Zhi's little cold hand.

"Fu Jiujiu."

"Your husband is here, you can look around."

Fu Zhi said "Oh!" "That's not what I said, I want to see the marriage certificate!"

"Marriage certificate?"

Duan Zheng slightly raised his eyebrows, spread his hands lightly, and gave Fu Zhi a look.

"Look, it's gone."

He had a look on his face that I couldn't do anything about it.

Fu Zhi reached out and patted his big hand, "You are so annoying!"

Fu Zhi stepped on the lambskin boots and walked away.

Duan Zheng followed in two steps, and walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau with a faint smile on his face.

He lowered his eyes slightly, with long eyelashes drooping down, his eyes filled with the gentleness of sunlight, his slender and clear fingers landed on Fu Zhi's cheeks, he squeezed slightly with his thumb and index finger.

His thin lips parted slightly, and his voice was seductive:

"Fu Jiujiu."

"Happy wedding."

His voice was low and gentle, word by word, slowly falling into Fu Zhi's ears.

The warm breath and the faint cedar wood fragrance lingered all over Fu Zhi's body.

Fu Zhi stretched out his hand and tugged at his tie, and his voice was soft and pleasant:
"Duan Ruan Ran."

"Happy wedding."

She paused for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Your good days are coming to an end."

She paused every word, and there was a hint of threat in her voice.

Duan Zheng reached out and rubbed her little head, leaned over slightly, and said in a low voice:
"Fu Jiujiu—"

"I'll give you everything I want, including myself."

(End of this chapter)