"Brother Han." Song Ci rested her chin on the back of Han Zhan's hand. She looked at Han Zhan, her bright eyes filled with his shadow. "Let's go get the certificate today."
Han Zhan was surprised to hear Song Ci's words.
He fell silent.
After a moment, Han Zhan suddenly said, "Don't you think wearing a neck brace makes you look ugly and won't look good in photos?"
Song Ci said: "I have a lot of photos stored, all of which are suitable for marriage ID photos. Give me a personal photo of yourself, and I will open my computer and edit it to make a marriage ID photo."
Han Zhan thought: Is there any such operation?
The two quickly rushed to the Civil Affairs Bureau, filled out the forms, and got their marriage certificate. It wasn't until they were in the car on the way back, staring down at the red marriage certificate on their lap, that Han Zhan recalled everything that had happened that morning and realized how absurd it all was.
He is 32 years old, not an impulsive boy of 23. Why did he act like that with Song Ci?
Song Ci carefully examined the marriage certificate and commented on the ID photo on it, saying, "Brother Han, you should smile more in photos, okay? Look, you look serious in this photo, like an old cadre."
Han Zhan looked down and just smiled helplessly.
"Brother Han, extend your hand."
Han Zhan subconsciously stretched out his left hand.
Song Ci seemed to have performed magic, and a gold ring appeared in his hand without him noticing.
Staring at the ring, Han Zhan's breathing suddenly slowed down.
Song Ci put the ring on Han Zhan's ring finger. She raised Han Zhan's left hand, put it in front of her eyes and looked at it carefully, then said with satisfaction: "It fits very well, it looks good."
Han Zhan looked at the ring. It was a golden ring with a simple black diamond in the middle. It was very suitable for Han Zhan. Han Zhan was silent for a long time before he whispered to Song Ci, "When did you buy it?"
"Last night." After leaving the Mu family, Song Ci went shopping at the mall. "I was worried the size wouldn't be right, but it turned out to be just the right size. It's fate."
Song Ci took out her own ring, which was the same model as Han Zhan's, but the black diamond was smaller. She was about to put it on herself when Han Zhan suddenly reached out and intercepted the ring.
"I'll put it on you," he said.
Song Ci pursed her lips and glanced at him, then suddenly said, "Groom, you should use your right hand to put the ring on the bride."
Up ahead, Long Yu, who was driving, suddenly changed his expression when he heard Song Ci's words. He glanced secretly behind him. Long Yu thought Han Zhan would reject Song Ci's proposal, but Han Zhan nodded after a brief silence and said, "Okay."
Long Yu was even more surprised.
Mr. Han's treatment of Miss Song is truly extraordinary.
In front of Song Ci, Han Zhan took off the glove that he had been wearing on his right hand since they met.
The glove was removed, revealing the true appearance of Han Zhan's right hand.
Han Zhan wore two decorative fake fingers on his hands. The fake fingers were skin-colored and looked no different from real fingers at first glance, but a closer look revealed that the two fake fingers could not move.
They are slightly curved and always remain that way.
Before Han Zhan was about to take off his fake finger, he considerately reminded Song Ci, "It might be a little ugly."
Song Ci looked at him with complicated eyes and said nothing.
Han Zhan didn't hesitate any longer and took off his fake fingers in front of him, revealing two ugly scars from severed fingers. Han Zhan's two fingers were severed at the base of the knuckles, and after so many years, the scars were still ugly.
It was the first time Song Ci saw such a hand, and her breathing became slower.
After a moment, she said, "It's ugly."
Hearing this, Long Yu's back straightened.
Han Zhan was stunned for a moment, then smiled, seemingly not angry at all. Long Yu quietly glanced back at Han Zhan, feeling a bit complicated. In fact, when his finger was first amputated, Mr. Han was far from being as calm as he is now.
He was once an ace sniper. His eyes and hands were more important to him than his life. His fingers were amputated without a second thought. Mr. Han was lifeless during that time, and everyone thought he would not make it.
Like now, when Mr. Han heard Song Ci say that his fingers were ugly, he could actually just laugh it off. This was incredible to Long Yu.
Han Zhan picked up the ring with his thumb and ring finger and put it on Song Ci's left ring finger. "Okay, now you are my bride."
Han Zhan lowered his head, picked up the fake finger and prepared to put it on.
Song Ci suddenly came over and snatched the fake finger from his hand. "Let me do it."
Han Zhan subconsciously refused, "No need, I can..."
"You have to get used to it. From now on, I'll be the one to wear them for you." Song Ci stared at Han Zhan, leaving him nowhere to escape. Song Ci patted Han Zhan's chest and said disapprovingly, "Brother Han, from now on, your right hand and your tie can only be touched by me."
Han Zhan's chest felt like it was hit by a hammer and he almost suffocated.
So domineering.
Han Zhan looked at his right hand, which had been re-fitted with prosthetic fingers, his gray-blue eyes darkening. There were thousands of women in this world willing to tie his tie, but only this one was willing to wear prosthetic fingers for him.
He was reluctant to let her go after a year.
Han Zhan wanted to try and keep her by his side.
Although my feelings towards Song Ci have not yet reached the level of love, my affection for him has already skyrocketed.
Song Ci's hand was suddenly held by Han Zhan.
She was a little surprised and turned back to tease Han Zhan: "Why are you holding my hand?" Song Ci smiled and put her hands on Han Zhan's shoulders. She whispered in his ear: "Brother Han, give me a kiss."
Song Ci was teasing Han Zhan, but Han Zhan said to Long Yu in front of him: "Don't look back."
How could Long Yu dare to look back?
Song Ci raised his brows.
She was about to tease Han Zhan, but he suddenly turned around, raised his left hand and cupped the back of her head, leaned forward, and grasped Song Ci's soft lips with his fiery lips. Han Zhan, who looked cold and steady, actually had such fiery lips.
Song Ci was surprised for a few seconds, then closed her eyes.
After they separated, Song Ci's cheeks were flushed, but she still looked calm and composed as if she was an experienced veteran.
Han Zhan put the two marriage certificates together and put them in his pocket. He suddenly asked her, "How did you get the household registration book?" He didn't think Mu Mian would easily agree to let Song Ci marry him.
Song Ci said somewhat embarrassedly: "My mother and I took it, the reason being... to buy a house."
Han Zhan chuckled, "Slippery."
The two deep words entered Song Ci's ears, and her face turned even redder.
After sending the two of them to the bottom of the building, Long Yu slipped away faster than a monkey. As he walked towards the elevator, Song Ci complained to Han Zhan: "Brother Long was scared into a monkey by you."
Han Zhan followed Song Ci into the elevator and said, "He will get used to it sooner or later."
sooner or later...
In other words, things like what happened today will happen frequently in the future.
Song Ci rubbed her earlobes quietly, looking forward to it.
After entering the house together, Song Ci lowered her head to change her shoes and said to Han Zhan, "To celebrate our marriage, shouldn't we have a big meal at noon today? Brother Han, you cook and I'll help you."
Thinking of the big Australian lobster in the refrigerator, Song Ci licked his lips and said, "I'm going to cut that Australian lobster into pieces, peel off the skin and bones, and swallow it."
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