She explained herself, "I was in no hurry. I just thought I didn’t see things clearly."
Take a good photo of Song Qingcheng and get a two-inch photo. In six photos, Yu Tingchuan is wearing a white shirt, and she also took off her sweater and white shirt. There is a red background cloth behind them. The photo in her hand still feels incredible.
After filling out the Marriage Registration Record Certificate and paying nine yuan, the workers verified the photo information and asked the two certificates that pressed the handprint to knock the steel seal.
Sitting in the car, Song Qingcheng feels like a dream with two reds.
Because the process is simple and smooth.
☆ Chapter 216 Boss Yu is really an old driver!
Beside Yutingchuan security belt
Song Qingcheng’s two marriage certificates were attached to the sunshine outside Pakistan, and her eyes became particularly charming. She withdrew her eyes and looked at the man who was going to start the engine. "Do I want to give you a marriage certificate?"
When she was a child, she saw her grandparents’ old-fashioned marriage certificate kept by her grandmother and put it in the closet drawer.
Yu Tingchuan turned his head and looked at the girl’s expectant eyes and smiled slightly. He backed up with his left hand on the steering wheel while paying attention to the road conditions behind him. "You don’t have to take it with you every day to find a place to put it away."
"… I didn’t say to carry it with me."
Song city blushed and bowed their heads and put the marriage certificate in the bag.
Touching her ID card, she looked at Yu Tingchuan again. "Can you show me your ID card?"
"See what?" Yutingchuan asked while driving.
"I want to see if you are handsome or not," Song Qingcheng said. "Don’t you know that a man’s head and ID photo are the two criteria for testing handsome guys?"
Yu Tingchuan unknowingly smiled. "Don’t you know if people are handsome in front of your eyes?"
"…" Song city is a little shy. "If you don’t say that, just think of it as, um … I want to see you when you were young."
"When I was young," Yu Tingchuan repeated this expression slightly, but I was not unhappy. After a while, I took out my ID card from my suit bag and handed it to me.
Song Qingcheng spoke again "Give me my wallet, too"
Take two things to Song Qingcheng. Look at the ID card first and find the ID photo. Yu Tingchuan looks really young. The facial features are more beautiful and whiter, and there is less mature bearing.
She looked at the row of ID numbers-
Yu Tingchuan was born in 192.
And she was in 1994.
Yu Tingchuan’s birthday is March 23rd.
Song Qingcheng silently remembered this day. She took the wallet to the front and opened it. She also took a two-inch photo cut from her bag. Instead of covering joie’s photo, she put the photo next to it and put it in the bank card mezzanine. Then she closed the wallet and handed it back with her ID card.
"Done?" YuTingChuan drive gap to see her one eye.
Song city nodded and corners of the mouth gently curved.
Then she found that this was the No.1 Garden Road back to Yunxi Road.
Because he just got the license, Song Qingcheng didn’t say to let him put himself on the side of the road, but he also wanted to spend more time with him. He inadvertently found a white Audi in the mirror.
It’s very similar to the one at the gate of the community
At the beginning, the whole Song Dynasty turned the corner as a coincidence, and then went to see the mirror. The white Audi still followed like a small tail that could not be thrown away.
Gradually, she became convinced that Shen Zhi should be in the Audi.
I wonder what he wants to do.
Song Qingcheng never wanted to be involved with him, nor was it out of stabbing his eyes. It should have ended long ago and should no longer be linked as in previous years when each other had never been in each other’s lives.
She glanced at driving Yu Tingchuan.
Yu Tingchuan’s right hand is holding the steering wheel, and his left arm and elbow are holding the edge of the window. His fingers are thin and his lips are comfortable. I just don’t know if he has found the Audi behind him.
I don’t think I’ve noticed …
Yu Rao, when she had told him about Shen Zhi.
Just now, the Civil Affairs Bureau got the certificate.
Song Qingcheng didn’t want any unnecessary conflict, especially when she didn’t know Shen Zhi’s intention. She looked at the white Audi and followed it for a while. After she took out her mobile phone and unlocked it, she dragged Shen Zhi’s number out of the blacklist and sent him a text message, "Are you driving that white Audi?"
The sending was successful, and the other party did not reply.
Therefore, Song Qingcheng is more sure to guess in his heart.
She typed on the screen again, "I’m fine now, and I don’t intend to change the status quo. Don’t follow me if you still care about childhood mutual affection."
After playing, press the send button.
It wasn’t long before the other party came back with a text message, "Did you get the license?"
Song city don’t want to give him bad thoughts firmly back to a’ yes’ word.
No new information appears in the dialog box.
White Audi is still with
Then the words in his hand rang.
Song Qingcheng saw that the screen number was from Shen Zhi. She didn’t want to answer it, and she didn’t think it was meaningful to answer it. By the way, put the phone on mute after cutting it off.
Suddenly Yu Tingchuan asked, "Why don’t you pick it up?"
"It’s harassment" Song Qingcheng explained with a mobile phone "It’s also a sales promotion"
After that, he leaned over and looked at Yu Tingchuan. "Do you have any entertainment tonight?"
She would ask this question to distract Yu Tingchuan.
I don’t want him to notice being followed.
Sometimes it’s seen as a way.
But Yu Tingchuan really didn’t find that Audi? Song Qingcheng had no bottom in his heart. Even though there was a lot of traffic on the road, the white Audi still drilled a hole. Besides, Yu Tingchuan is not the kind of careless man. How can a fine businessman not see through this trick?
Yu Tingchuan began to ask, "Are you going to cook by yourself later?"
"…" Song Qingcheng went down and said, "It’s quite simple for me to make western food if you want to eat."
"I’ll talk to you in the evening."
Song Qingcheng nodded.
Then her left hand was covered
Yu Tingchuan is still staring at the road ahead, but his driving posture has changed. He wears a steel watch and holds the steering wheel in his left hand, while his right hand holds her white little hand, which is "quite warm".