Chapter 7 (1/2)

In the quiet Civil Affairs Bureau building, the director of the Civil Affairs Bureau takes photos, prints and seals in person.

A series of processes are over before Liang Xiaoyu reflects them.

Looking at the marriage certificate in her hand, Liang Xiaoyu couldn't tell what she was thinking.

First and Xinhai canceled the engagement, but after all still married into the Xin family.

Liang Xiaoyu doesn't know whether it's the right decision for her to marry Xin Zezhao.

Seeing Liang Xiaoyu staring at the photos on the marriage certificate, the director said with some apprehension: ”Miss Liang's lips do seem swollen. If Miss Liang needs it, I can help her.”

”Ah, ah? ~”

the eyelashes fluttered back and forth for several times, and Liang Xiaoyu understood the director's words.

Looking at the doodle mouth in the photo, Liang Xiaoyu stares at the originator Xin Zezhao, pretends to cough, and cheekily replies, ”no, this is Miss Ben's new doodle lip. Fashion

With that, Liang Xiaoyu patted the marriage certificate on Xin Zezhao's chest and said: ”I've also got the certificate. Now you can send me back to sleep?”

Xin Zezhao chuckled and fondly rubbed Liang Xiaoyu's short hair: ”good.”

Although Xin Zezhao agreed, he still failed to comply with Liang Xiaoyu's strong desire to return to his home. Instead, he was taken directly to Xin Zezhao's villa.

After getting familiar with it again, Liang Xiaoyu lies on the big bed of the master bedroom of the villa.

The soft mattress is evacuating the tiredness accumulated all day long. It's obvious that it should go to sleep soon, but it can't.

”Squeak.”

When the door was pushed open, Liang Xiaoyu closed his eyes.

Later, if Xin Zezhao wants to Should she cooperate?

She is not a pure girl, although she has never slept with anyone, but they are both married, she should not refuse, right?

Feeling the collapse on the right side of the double bed, Liang Xiaoyu hesitates and tangles.

But the next second, her whole person was embraced by Xin Zezhao.

Naturally, Xin Zezhao also noticed the tension of the person in his arms. With a light smile, he came close to Liang Xiaoyu's ear and said, ”it's very late today. I'll hold you like this. Go to sleep!”

Xin Zezhao's breath was floating on the tip of his nose. For some reason, Liang Xiaoyu's cheeks suddenly turned red.

No man has ever been so close to him. Liang Xiaoyu just feels that the whole person is in a sauna and his temperature is gradually rising.