An Zhisu reported the address of Song Jia's family. Because she drank the cold wind and kept coughing, her voice seemed hoarse and her throat felt as if it had been cut by the cold wind.
Ye Lancheng's brows furrowed again. He found that An Zhisu's health didn't seem to be very good. But after blowing the cold wind for a while, he coughed like this.
Thinking about it, he glanced at her face with his peripheral vision. The lights in the car were dim, but her little face was unusually white. Ye Lancheng always felt that An Zhisu was too white, and her whiteness had exceeded the level of normal people.
, kind of pale and a little sickly.
What has she experienced in these years?
Ye Lancheng was a little curious, but he didn't intend to investigate. He hoped that one day, she could tell him. If she didn't tell him, then he would respect her and never investigate.
An Zhisu didn't speak to Ye Lancheng along the way. Firstly, she didn't know what to say, and secondly, she didn't dare to speak. Because she was still suppressing her cough, and when she opened her mouth, she was afraid that she couldn't help it, so she simply kept silent.
More than half an hour later, the car stopped at the gate of the community. An Zhisu thanked her hoarsely and got out of the car quickly. After the car door closed, Ye Lancheng heard her cough again.
An Zhisu walked into the community quickly while covering her mouth and coughing. She didn't know that Ye Lancheng had been watching her back until she disappeared from his sight.
An Zhisu walked back home in a hurry, almost jogging all the way. After arriving home, the first thing he did was to rush into his room, dig out a bottle of medicine in the drawer, pour two pills into his mouth, and put them on the bedside table.
Swallow half a glass of overnight water.
While waiting for the medicine to take effect, An Zhisu coughed for a while, attracting Song Jiaren who was reading files in the study.
"You know you can't drink cold air, but you don't know how to wear a mask when you go out, and you will make it your own fault." Song Jiaren lectured while holding a glass of warm water in her hand and handed it to her.
An Zhisu showed a pale smile, took the water and took two sips. The warm boiled water instantly made her throat feel much better.
"Do you know how ugly your smile is now? It's as scary as a ghost." Song Jiaren said with a vicious mouth.
An Zhisu felt warm in his heart. Song Jiaren was like that. She had a very venomous mouth. She had been a lawyer since she was a child. But if An Zhisu could trust anyone else in this world, it was Song Jiaren.
"Did he sign the marriage agreement?" Seeing that she stopped coughing, Song Jiaren started talking to her about business.
"He didn't sign it and said he didn't need it. He said that once we got married, I would be his wife and he wouldn't protect me or anyone else. We'll go get the certificate at ten o'clock tomorrow," An Zhisu said.
Song Jiaren recalled Ye Lancheng's words and nodded secretly: "These words coming from Ye Lancheng's mouth are domineering. I am beginning to think that marrying him will not be a wrong choice for you."
"I hope." An Zhisu still said these three words. She was not sure at all about her and Ye Lancheng's future.
Song Jiaren rolled her eyes: "Okay, don't think about it so much. Tomorrow is your first wedding after all. Remember to dress up nicely, put on light makeup and some blush. Don't go there with this grimace,
Ye Lancheng was made to think that he was in a ghost marriage."
An Zhisu:......
Damn it, if you don't speak venomously in three words, you'll die.
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It was exactly nine-fifty when An Zhisu got out of the taxi, only ten minutes away from the time she agreed with Ye Lancheng. Standing at the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau, she took a deep breath and walked in.
"Miss An." As soon as An Zhisu entered, a man came up to her and nodded slightly to her: "Please follow me, the young master is waiting for you inside."
An Zhisu didn't know this man, but she knew that it must be Ye Lancheng who arranged to pick her up, so she followed him.
The man led her into a room, where Ye Lancheng was already sitting there waiting for him. He seemed to be looking down at the documents, and raised his head when he heard footsteps.
An Zhisu listened to Song Jiaren's words today and borrowed Song Jiaren's cosmetics at home to put on light makeup. It was said to be light makeup, but in fact it just meant adding some color to her eyebrows, applying some blush to her cheeks, and applying some makeup to her lips.
A layer of lipstick that is neither thick nor light. But just such a simple embellishment makes An Zhisu's whole face look much more vivid and more gorgeous and bright.