Chapter 299： Poor and sour internet celebrity pretending to be a rich second generation 29┃We got married (1/2)

While Zhuang Li and Xi Ming were standing at the door of the warehouse chatting, Chang Jinbo took his mobile phone and hid in a secluded corner and called Han Kun.

The other end was quickly connected, with a slightly unhappy tone in his voice, "Jin Bo, what's the matter with you? Why did you ask the director to cut the video of our call into the feature film? In this case, our Is the plan still working?"

Han Kun didn't care about anything else, he only cared about whether Zhuang Li would fall into a trap, whether he would be deceived, and whether he would end up with a disgraced and bruised end. His so-called "not disturbing is the best respect for each other" turns out to be bullshit!

Only a fool would believe him.

Chang Jinbo lowered his head and laughed at himself.

"Zhuang Li packed all the things you bought for him today and let me send them to you. Your address hasn't changed, right?" Chang Jinbo tried to speak in a normal tone.

Han Kun's surprised voice came from the microphone: "Good brother, thank you for helping me get my things back, my address has not changed. Can you send me expedited express? Things go round and round."

Chang Jinbo asked casually, "Han Kun, do you know Zhuang Li? Can you tell me what kind of person he is?"

Han Kun was stunned, "Why are you asking this?"

"If I don't know what kind of person Zhuang Li is, how can I catch up with him? How can I avenge you?"

"But our phone call has been broadcast. Will he be fooled?"

"Don't worry, I have a way to regain Zhuang Li's trust. Just tell me what he likes, and I'll take the right medicine." Chang Jinbo urged again.

Han Kun thought **** the other end of the phone, hesitating.

Chang Jinbo asked, "What color does Zhuang Li like?"

"Looks like blue."

Chang Jinbo sneered in his heart: For so many days, he has not seen Zhuang Li wearing a blue dress!

"What does Zhuang Li like to eat?"

"He likes western food."

Chang Jinbo sneered again. Zhuang Liming likes to eat Chinese food!

"What sports does he like? What hobbies does he have? Does he like traveling..." Chang Jinbo asked a series of questions.

Han Kun either couldn't answer vaguely, or guessed randomly, or gave a wrong answer. He has been with Zhuang Li for several years, but his understanding of each other is not as good as that of Chang Jinbo, a passerby who has only been with him for two weeks.

It turned out that those diaries and that memo were Zhuang Li's true inner cry. He has never been loved by Han Kun, why can't he just leave?

He has returned everything that should be returned, and he does not owe Han Kun anything.

Chang Jinbo covered his sad face, but he couldn't hide the guilt and distress that kept coming up from the bottom of his heart.

Han Kun couldn't think of Zhuang Li's other hobbies, so he said: "Hey, that's all I know. He is very boring, and he can't beat a fart with three sticks. The street can buy and buy for him. He will be happy if he has enough money, and it is easy for him to get started.”

Chang Jinbo laughed angrily: "So, is that what love looks like in your eyes? It's all about spending money to buy it? Then you deserve to end up where you are today. If you don't have money, who will care about you? I will help you with your things. You send it, don't contact me again, I don't have your friend."

Chang Jinbo hung up the phone, blocked Han Kun, and let out a long breath.

It was only now that he was finally willing to admit that he liked Zhuang Li. He would feel distressed for Zhuang Li, as if he had been hurt in the same way.

So he lowered his head and said softly, "Confess to Chang Jinbo tomorrow, don't run away."

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The next day, Zhuang Li and Xi Ming got up early and took the cameraman Xiao Liu to climb the mountain.

Seeing that the car turned on the road to the city, Xi Ming reminded him later: "You are going in the wrong direction."

Zhuang Li suddenly asked, "Have you brought your ID card?"

"I took it, it's in my wallet." Xi Ming patted the mountaineering bag on the side.

"What about the account book?"

"The account book is at home."

"Where do you live? I'll accompany you back to get it." Zhuang Li turned on the navigation system.

Xi Ming seemed to feel something, and his voice trembled slightly: "Why did you ask me to take my ID card and household registration book?"

"What else," Zhuang Li smiled brightly in the face of the rising sun, "Of course it's to register for marriage."

Xi Ming: "!!!"

He covered his frantically beating heart and repeatedly confirmed: "Are you serious? Are you kidding? We're going to register for marriage today? So fast?"

Videographer Xiao Liu: "!!!" Chief Director, I captured another amazing scene, you must add chicken legs to me today!

Zhuang Li took time to glance at Xi Ming and said slowly, "Did you forget when you were playing the game yesterday? You personally promised to marry me."

Xi Ming: "Is that a marriage proposal?"

"If you think it's too sloppy, let's continue to climb the mountain in the suburbs." Zhuang Li turned the steering wheel.

Xi Ming immediately pressed his shoulders and said quickly, "Don't be sloppy! My family lives in the **** community, and I'll go back and get the household registration book right now." Suddenly, I felt like I was flying.

Happiness came so suddenly that he was at a loss for a long time.

"Are we really going to get married?" He turned his head and looked at the profile of the little curly hair for a moment.

Zhuang Li also turned his head, looked deeply into his pupils, and nodded cautiously: "Really, we are getting married."

Then, both of them laughed happily at the same time.

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More than an hour later, the two came to the marriage registration office of the Civil Affairs Bureau with their documents, took a group photo first, and then sat outside the corridor and waited.

Xi Ming held the ID bag in one hand, and held the hand of Little Curly Hair tightly with the other, for fear that the other party would run away.

Zhuang Lizheng held up the group photo with the bright red background, and looked at the sun with joy, his long and narrow fox eyes filled with joy.

Videographer Xiao Liu immediately cut a close-up of this group photo.

At this moment, a couple walked out of the office noisily, as if they had a falling out. The woman's voice was sharp: "Get married as soon as you get married. What kind of prenuptial agreement do you sign? Does your family have a mine?"

The man's tone was firm: "I won't register with you unless I sign the prenuptial property agreement. Say, do you love me as a person or my family's money?"