PNB Chapter 313 Mom, We Have Already Received Our Marriage Certificate
Chapter 313 Mom, We Have Already Received Our Marriage Certificate
Song Yuyan woke up very early today. It was exactly nine o'clock when she woke up. Just as she was about to sit up from the bed, the bedroom door opened. Song Yuyan raised her eyes, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and looked over. Nan Zeyu walked in with a tray of food. She stretched lazily, threw off the quilt and got out of bed, and walked over quickly.
Nan Zeyu held the plate in his hand, his deep black eyes glared at his little wife. Song Yuyan slowly raised her eyes, she looked at her husband with a gentle smile on his face, she was stunned, and said blankly: Why did you bring the breakfast up, I will go downstairs to eat by myself? Husband.
She had just woken up, and her voice was still a little lazy. Nan Zeyu looked at Song Yuyan with a smile on his face. He said calmly: Your husband specially gave you the morning service, and you still dislike it, right? Song Yuyan puffed up her lips and snorted coldly.
They are about to get married, but Song Yuyan still has a little quarrel with him. He smiled softly, holding the dinner tray, and walked towards the sofa on the right. Song Yuyan turned her head and saw Nan Zeyu sitting on the sofa with the dinner tray on his legs.
Because there was no coffee table in her bedroom, only an orange velvet satin sofa. Song Yuyan walked over and sat down on the left side of the sofa. She lowered her eyes and saw that on the plate were sausage and egg custard, blueberry and yam toast, and lettuce and millet porridge.
Song Yuyan raised her eyes and looked at Nan Zeyu. His dark eyes looked at her softly, and he said gently: "Eat, my wife. After eating, I will take you to a place, and then I will go back to the old house." Song Yuyan was stunned. She asked in confusion: "Why go back to the old house? Aren't we going back the day after tomorrow?" Husband.
Nan Zeyu didn't say anything, he just curled his lips and smiled faintly. Song Yuyan didn't understand him, so she quietly ate the breakfast he made for her. After breakfast, Song Yuyan and Nan Zeyu left the bedroom together. She quickly ran downstairs and went to the bathroom to wash up.
After washing up, Nan Zeyu took her hand and returned to the bedroom. He took her to her cloakroom. The door of the cloakroom opened, and Song Yuyan's watery eyes turned around. As soon as the door of the cloakroom was opened, it was full of gold and white, with wardrobe racks and rows of skirts, coats, shirts, and pants.
On the right are a few bags, and below that are more than ten pairs of high heels, as well as some jewelry, not made of gold, but made of pearls, earrings, necklaces, and bracelets. These were all bought by Song Yuyan for herself, some were bought for her by Shen Jiayi, and some were bought for her by her mother.
Some of the jewels had been kept for a long time, so Song Yuyan simply stopped wearing them and placed them in the double-sliding door cabinet under the dressing table. Now that she has her own dressing room, Song Yuyan has wanted to wear these jewels.
Song Yuyan stood in front of the full-length mirror in the cloakroom, and Nan Zeyu walked to both sides to help her choose a skirt to wear today. She likes to wear skirts, so there are usually many skirts in the cloakroom, hanging, arranged and divided by colors.
She smiled sweetly at the full-length mirror, turned her head and looked at him. He hadn't chosen yet. She frowned slightly. Why did it take you so long to choose a skirt? Song Yuyan walked to the left.
She walked behind him and saw him burying his head in the closet rack, his body slightly bent, his beautiful fingers picking out something on the closet rack. Song Yuyan held her breath and said in a sweet and soft voice: "You haven't chosen yet? Honey, what skirt are you helping me choose?"
Nan Zeyu paused, turned his head, and looked down at her with his black eyes. She raised her eyes slightly and met his gaze. She smiled sweetly and said, "Honey, what skirt are you going to choose for me?" Her voice was as sweet as honey, and her smile was as sweet as a piece of candy.
He raised his dark eyes, looked at her softly, and said lightly: Just watch, wife. Song Yuyan nodded and looked at her behind her. His sexy voice with a hint of laughter echoed in the cloakroom. Her husband was choosing a dress for her personally.
After a while, Nan Zeyu picked out a skirt suit for her. The upper body was a red and white striped silk waist-hugging shirt that reached below the waist, and the lower body was a pearl white carved ribbed hip skirt. He also found her a pearl pink necklace, and an ivory white handbag, and an ink black clutch.
Song Yuyan lowered her eyes and looked down. She was stunned at first, then she raised her eyes and looked at Nan Zeyu. She tilted her head and looked at him with bright eyes and said: "Husband, did you put this outfit together for me? Really?"
Her pupils shrank sweetly, and she smiled sweetly: "Does it look good? This is the way it is matched, but why do I feel... it seems to be not bad?" After saying that, she raised the corners of her lips and took the skirt that Nan Zeyu handed over. She turned around and walked out of the cloakroom.
After changing into skirts, the two walked down the stairs. Song Yuyan turned to look at him, and she said in confusion: "Honey, where are we going? Mommy won't take her with her? Don't you want to call mommy?" Nan Zeyu glanced at her, looking at her delicate face tenderly. He smiled and said: "No, just you and me, honey. By the way, do you know where the household registration book is?"
Song Yuyan stared at Nan Zeyu with her eyes wide open. She thought of something and covered her mouth in surprise and said, "Husband, you are not going to? Are you going to take me to the Civil Affairs Bureau? To get the marriage certificate?" She stared at him with her round eyes, unable to believe it.
Her voice was trembling slightly. Nan Zeyu smiled but did not answer. He nodded. Song Yuyan tilted her head and looked at him blankly and said: I seem to know, but I also seem not to know. Husband, wait for me. He nodded, she turned around and went upstairs.
Nan Zeyu raised his wrist to check the time on his watch. It was around ten o'clock. Yes, he was going to take her to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get the certificate. He had wanted to keep it a secret from her, but he didn't expect that he would let the secret slip first. Nan Zeyu raised his hand in anger and pounded on the stair railing.
Song Yuyan first ran back to her bedroom. She searched everywhere in the bedroom, including the bookcase, the dresser, and the drawers of the bedside table. She didn't see the household registration book. She pouted and said angrily: "Oh, where did it go? I didn't find it at all. Where is the household registration book?"
Her palms were sweating, her fingers were numb, and her waist was sore as she flipped through the household registration book. Song Yuyan raised her head, straightened her back, and scanned every corner of the bedroom. Could it be that the household registration book is not in my room? Could it be that... Her watery eyes suddenly widened and her breathing was sharp.
Finally, Song Yuyan went downstairs quietly and came to her mother's bedroom. The door of her mother's bedroom was open. She bent down and tiptoed into the bedroom. She turned her head to look at the big bed. On the bed, her mother was lying on her side with her back to her. Her mother hadn't woken up yet. Whether she could succeed depended on now.
Song Yuyan mustered up her courage, bent over, and knelt on the bedroom floor, crawling like a puppy. She first found the desk in her mother's bedroom. She was so scared that she stopped breathing. She quietly opened the three cabinets on the desk. The cabinets were full of jewelries. Song Yuyan frowned slightly. Where did her mother get the jewels?
She turned her head to look at the big bed. Her mother was sleeping soundly and hadn't turned over yet. She turned back and continued to search. She had searched all three cabinets but couldn't find the household registration book. Song Yuyan knelt and crawled to her mother's dressing table. She stood up slightly, half bent over, lowered her eyes, and looked at the dressing table. Song Yuyan saw the drawer on the dressing table and she opened it little by little.
There were hair bands inside. She searched through them but still couldn't find the household registration book. The drawers were connected. Song Yuyan held both sides of the drawers and spread her hands. She searched inside with her small hands. There were some hair products, facial mask powder, eye mask stickers, and some bottles and jars. Song Yuyan picked them all up to have a look.
There was nothing. Song Yuyan was so scared that she almost lost her soul. She looked around the bedroom. Where could it be placed? The household registration booklet, she puffed up her face angrily. She glanced around and saw a table next to her mother. Song Yuyan's breath paused, her pupils suddenly shrank, and she knelt and crawled over again.
Song Yuyan crawled to the table, straightened her back, turned to look at her mother who was sleeping soundly, and looked at the table with her watery eyes. There were some magazines and a computer on it, and some bags of preserved fruits next to them. Song Yuyan frowned, raised her hand, and quickly opened the first cabinet, which still contained some food. She didn't dare to make too much noise for fear of waking up her mother.
She opened the second cabinet and found some pull-out wet wipes, but still nothing. Song Yuyan made a bitter face. Her eyes fell on the third cabinet. Her heart was so nervous that it was about to jump out of her chest. She raised her hand to hold the handle of the cabinet and gently pulled it open. Inside were a woolen hat, a needle box, and some ointments and medical supplies. Song Yuyan was so nervous that she was about to lose her courage.
She turned her head again and looked at the big bed. Her mother didn't open her eyes. Song Yuyan continued to search. She started to search in the cabinet until she touched a thin notebook. Song Yuyan's heart beat wildly and her pupils dilated slowly. Then she looked down.
She almost cried out. It was the household registration booklet, a dark red one. Song Yuyan took it out tremblingly and closed the cabinet as quietly as possible. Just as she was about to turn around and crawl out on her knees, her mother suddenly turned over. Song Yuyan was so scared that she crawled on the ground and crawled under the bed.
She crawled under the stone bed, knelt and crawled to the right, and crawled out from under the bed little by little. Song Yuyan raised her eyes and looked at it. She was almost scared. Her mother's face turned around and faced her. Song Yuyan's whole body froze. She held her breath, turned around, and crawled on her knees, moving little by little.
Song Yuyan crawled to her knees to the bedroom door and quickly stood up. Her waist was almost broken. She supported her lower back, opened the bedroom door, and walked out gently. Song Yuyan let out a long breath. She was so scared. Her mother almost found her.
Nan Zeyu stood at the staircase. He turned his head and looked up at the stairs. His handsome eyebrows furrowed, and his dark eyes darkened. Why didn't she come downstairs? Could it be that Yanyan hadn't found the household registration book yet? He was about to go upstairs when he heard the sound of people coming down the stairs.
Song Yuyan's face was blooming with a smile as beautiful as a flower. She walked down the stairs and looked up to see Nan Zeyu walking upstairs. She hugged him, and Nan Zeyu was stunned. She held the household registration book in her left hand and hugged his back with her right hand. She said in a trembling voice: Husband, husband, husband, I found it. I found the household registration book in my mother's bedroom. I was almost scared to death.
He slowly let go of her, Song Yuyan raised the household registration book in her left hand, Nan Zeyu raised his eyes, his dark eyes looked at the dark red household registration book, his eyes turned to her face, and he chuckled and said: Great, my wife, my wife, you saw it, right? Household registration book.
Song Yuyan nodded with tears in her eyes. He took the household registration booklet from her hand, held her hand tightly with his other hand, and walked downstairs quickly. It was almost eleven o'clock in the morning when they came out of Mingduyuan. Nan Zeyu stepped on the accelerator, and the Ferrari sports car flew up quickly. The car was driving at a flying speed all the way.
Fifteen minutes later, the Ferrari arrived at the Ancheng Civil Affairs Bureau. The two got out of the car, turned their heads and looked at each other deeply, then looked at the big words "Civil Affairs Bureau Marriage Registration Office" at the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau. Song Yuyan began to get nervous. If they really got the marriage certificate, she would become his wife, not a nominal fiancée, but his, Nan Zeyu's real wife.
Nan Zeyu held her little hand and walked into the Civil Affairs Bureau step by step. There were not many people coming to register for the certificate today. The two walked in quickly. Nan Zeyu paused. Song Yuyan turned her head and looked at him, stunned and said: What's wrong with you? Are you telling me that you regret it, my husband?
Nan Zeyu shook his head, frowned, and said helplessly: No, wife, it’s just that I haven’t got my household registration book yet. Song Yuyan was stunned. She raised her hand to support her forehead. She said in a desperate voice: Please, brother, you haven’t even got your own household registration book, why are you asking me to get the certificate?
Nan Zeyu frowned and looked at his little wife. No, he had to get the marriage certificate today. He took out his cell phone and dialed a number. Soon, the gentle voice of Butler Long came from the other end of the phone: "Master, what's the matter? Are you and your wife back at the old house? I'll come out to greet you."
Nan Zeyu's face was gloomy, his dark eyes sank, and he said in a deep and cold voice: "Butler Long, I remember the household registration book is in the third cabinet of the desk in my study. Go to the study now and find it. I will drive back to get it right away."
Butler Long on the other end of the phone was stunned. Household registration book? Could it be... Then, Butler Long said politely: "Okay, okay, Master, I'll go right away. I'll go out to the door of the old house in a while. I'll go right away, Master." Nan Zeyu hung up the phone and turned to look at Song Yuyan, who was stunned and speechless. He raised his hand and held her shoulder, and said coldly: "My dear wife, wait for me here. I'll go get the household registration book and go back to the old house. I'll be back soon. Wait for me here."