As soon as Li Yuanlang came in, he smelled the refreshing fragrance of flowers.

Yes, that's the taste.

The layout of the room is clean and tidy, divided into two rooms, inside and outside.

The exterior layout was simple and elegant, especially the guzheng placed in the corner, which attracted him and couldn't help but walk over.

Reach out and pluck the strings, producing a melodious and deep sound.

After walking around the outside, Li Yuanlang arrived at the door of the inner room.

Do you want to go in?

It is illegal to break into someone else's home without the owner's permission.

While Li Yuanlang was hesitating, another voice in his body reminded him: "You have come in anyway, so this is the last one. Didn't you see that the doors are unlocked, which is a hint that they are reserved for you.

, you can feel free to come in boldly."

Okay. Li Yuanlang made up his mind, pushed gently, and the door opened again.

Obviously, the back room is the master's bedroom.

The pots of flowers placed on the windowsill sprayed attractive fragrance into the air.

The rooms are still mainly quaint, with occasional home appliances.

Walking inside, behind the antique screen, there is a large bed with two sets of quilts placed at the head of the bed.

Right above the big bed, Li Yuanlang suddenly saw a huge wedding photo.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, Li Yuanlang was shocked when he saw it.

The woman in the photo is wearing a Chinese wedding dress and has a beautiful smile.

It is none other than Zheng Haixin.

But that man...

How could it be me?

Confirmed again and again, yes, it is him! Li Yuanlang.

How is it possible?

Li Yuanlang has never taken a photo with Zheng Haixin, let alone wearing a Chinese wedding dress and taking wedding photos with her.

Look carefully and you will see that you smile naturally in the photo.

However, it looked awkward, as if something was wrong.

He suddenly realized that this wedding photo was photoshopped.

The level is very high, but after careful scrutiny, illusions are still found at the clues.

When Li Yuanlang was confused, a voice came from behind him: "This is the wedding photo of me and my husband. How do you like it? Are you satisfied?"

I haven't heard Zheng Haixin's voice for a long time.

Li Yuanlang turned around, and sure enough it was Zheng Haixin, standing not far behind him.

Wearing a white fragrant cloud gauze dress, she perfectly showed off her slender figure.

Zheng Haixin walked over and looked at the wedding photo side by side with Li Yuanlang. Zheng Haixin was very immersed and intoxicated.

"Haixin, when you talk about marriage, you mean... you mean... with me..."

"That's right, I got married based on your photo." Zheng Haixin explained: "It's not accepted in China. I went to Europe to go through the marriage formalities and spend my honeymoon on the way."

Li Yuanlang couldn't laugh or cry, "Hai Xin, why?"

"No reason." Zheng Haixin said seriously: "I just like it."

"If you like me, you can tell me that we..."

"No!" Zheng Haixin put a finger on Li Yuanlang's lips, "What I like is not you as a person, but your photo. Now, your photo is my legal husband, and I am the legal wife of your photo."

As she said that, she walked to the bedside, opened the drawer on the bedside table, and took out a piece of stuff, which was densely packed with foreign languages, and Li Yuanlang didn't recognize any of it.

It's not English, so of course he can't understand it.

"This is the marriage certificate between me and him. It has a seal and official signature. It is authentic." As she spoke, Zheng Haixin couldn't help but glance at Li Yuanlang in the photo on the wall.

absurd!

This was Li Yuanlang's reaction.

It’s understandable that Zheng Haixin likes him, and she even got a marriage certificate with his photo in the end.

A rare encounter in a century, a strange story through the ages.

But this really happened, right in front of Li Yuanlang's eyes.

He couldn't understand why Zheng Haixin did this.

"Haixin." Li Yuanlang grabbed Zheng Haixin's shoulders and said sincerely: "Don't make yourself miserable. If you want, I can accompany you to the Civil Affairs Bureau. We will apply for a real marriage certificate and then accompany you."

Taking a wedding photo is much better than this."

However, Zheng Haixin gently took off Li Yuanlang's hands, shook her head and said, "It's unnecessary and meaningless. I'm fine. I can tell him what's on my mind. I feel very happy."

"What can you say with a photo?" Li Yuanlang was slightly excited, "Shui Tingyue and I have divorced. I am single and it will not have any impact on us."

"Yuen Long, you are the best confidant in my life. I hope that we will maintain this relationship in the future. I have a relationship. The reason why I opened this teahouse is to let you come to me when you are in a bad mood.

Relax."

"The premise is that we should always maintain a pure relationship as close friends without any emotional involvement. Sometimes, it's boring to get it, isn't it?"

Li Yuanlang was speechless.

He was moved by Zheng Haixin's actions.

Zheng Haixin came to him when he was at the lowest point in his life.

In fact, marrying Zheng Haixin might not be a bad choice.

Zheng Haixin is excellent in all aspects. What is rare is that they can talk to each other and have a common language.

It's a pity that Zheng Haixin is too stubborn and would rather marry Li Yuanlang's photo than accept him.

Li Yuanlang was extremely distressed.

There is no other way, it seems that Zheng Haixin can't be persuaded at the moment.

The days are long, and perhaps time can dilute her stubborn ideas.

Coming out of Haixin Tea House, the night was dark.

Li Yuanlang walked on the streets of Lugao City under the moonlight with mixed emotions, filled with emotions.

Fang Ruxian finished solving his son's problem and immediately returned to the first department to officially start work.

Great changes were also made in the treatment of Li Yuanlang.

This change is not only reflected in Li Yuanlang becoming the section chief of the first section, but also his sincere gratitude to Li Yuanlang for his help.

Also, Li Yuanlang was calm and calm when faced with problems, could understand right from wrong, and reasoned. These things were exactly what Fang Ruxian lacked.

In a flash, the time has entered late September.

On this day, Shen Cong made a mistake when writing the manuscript and obviously filled in a set of numbers.

When Li Yuanlang found out, he called him into the office and severely criticized him.

"Shen Cong, you know Secretary Tang's temper. He hates falsification the most. Where did your set of numbers come from? Is it your imagination?" Li Yuanlang asked angrily.

Shen Cong vowed, "I am following the figures reported by the Audit Bureau. If you don't believe me, just look at it."

Li Yuanlang took a look at Shen Cong's report and became furious, "Shen Cong, this is from last year. It has the time and date. Didn't you see it?"

"I'll just change it, why should you make such a fuss?"

Shen Cong's disapproving attitude made Li Yuanlang even more angry, "Secretary Tang wants this manuscript very urgently and has urged it several times. I have a lot of things to do here, so I can't waste it on correcting your mistakes."

"You should correct it immediately when you get back, and send it over immediately after you have corrected it. If it delays the official business, it is your responsibility."

Li Yuanlang really couldn't understand how a person like Shen Cong, who only knew how to flatter, could become the deputy section chief of the first department.

As a result, after Shen Cong returned home, due to an emergency at home, he was negligent and forgot such an important matter.

Li Yuanlang waited for him on the left but he didn't come, and on the right he didn't come, so he had to go to the first department to get it.

Hearing Fang Ru first say that Shen Cong had gone out for something, Li Yuanlang hated him till the very end of his teeth.

Fang Ruxian said: "Li Ke, I will revise the manuscript and send it to you in twenty minutes."

"Thank you for your hard work, Brother Fang."

Even after he became the section chief, Li Yuanlang's title to Fang Ruxian never changed and he always called him Brother Fang.

Fang Ruxian is indeed an experienced writer.

It only took less than ten minutes to print out the revised manuscript and place it neatly in front of Li Yuanlang.
To be continued...