☆、Extra 60: The 9.9 Yuan Transaction (Qiao Yipian)
Song Libai glanced down at her, raising his eyebrows and revealing an undisguised smile, "Deeply in love with someone."
Qiao Yi puffed out her cheeks and glared at him fiercely with her beautiful eyes. "Brother Li Bai, let me go and let me go."
Song Libai gently stroked her pink lips with his fingertips, the gesture both ambiguous and passionate. "What did you call me?"
"Song Libai." Qiao Yi turned her head away, not wanting to talk to him. Seeing that the car wasn't heading home, she asked with a slight puzzlement, "Where are we going?"
Song Libai leaned close to her ear, his deep, ambiguous voice laced with amusement, "Will you come with me everywhere, my darling?"
Qiao Yi bit her lower lip and pondered for a few seconds before nodding at him, "Okay."
If it's him, that's fine too.
She has always been willful and capricious; if it were him, she would do anything.
A moment of infatuation can feel like an eternity.
Just when she thought she might not see him for a very long time, he appeared.
From now on, anything is fine.
She was willing to imprison herself for love.
Upon hearing her reply, Song Libai seemed to sigh softly, kissed her cheek, and gently coaxed, "I like it this way, baby."
An ambiguous masculine scent wafted over her, completely enveloping her, and the tips of her ears felt slightly hot.
She turned her head away from him, and said with a hint of arrogance, "So that's the old me you don't like anymore?"
Song Libai held her small hand and gently pressed it against her heart. "Baby Yi, did you hear that? It said it likes anything that's Qiao Yi."
Even though the two didn't speak, an ambiguous atmosphere continued to permeate the air.
It was a little tense, a little exciting.
When the car arrived at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Qiao Yi raised an eyebrow, stood on the steps, and smiled, "Not bad, Song Libai."
The sunlight shone on her, making her appear radiant and arrogantly haughty.
Song Libai looked at her and smiled gently, his eyes filled with laughter and doting affection. "So, Miss Qiao, would you like to come with Mr. Song?"
"What if I refuse?" she asked, tilting her head back, teasing him deliberately.
During working hours, people coming and going from the Civil Affairs Bureau kept glancing at the handsome young man and beautiful young woman who were deeply in love.
You could almost see they were in love just by looking at their hair.
Song Libai extended his large hand to her, "Then Mr. Song will have to ask Miss Qiao for help."
Qiao Yi reached out and grasped his large hand in return, chuckling, "Then Miss Qiao will wait and see."
There were many people inside, and Song Libai didn't plan to use the back door, so he obediently lined up.
He seemed much more serious now, appearing somewhat reserved and aloof.
Qiao Yi mischievously poked his cheek and whispered a mocking laugh in his ear, "Song Libai, I told you not to be so nervous."
She had noticed that his palms were slightly sweaty.
Song Libai kept a straight face and nodded at her.
Qiao found his expression even funnier, reached out and patted his shoulder, pretending to be serious as she teased him, "Brother, did you hear anything?"
Song Libai held her small hand and squeezed it to ease his inner tension.
“I could hear someone’s heart pounding all over the place.” Qiao Yi poked his chest with her fingertip.
"Be good, stop making a fuss, baby," Song Libai coaxed her gently, somewhat helplessly.
When it was finally their turn, Song Libai was no longer nervous, and the two of them sat down properly.
Purple suit, purple skirt.
His carefully chosen matching outfits complemented each other perfectly.
In that single second captured in the photograph, their lives finally intertwined.
A transaction costing 9.9 yuan is simply a very easy and simple thing.
Song Libai held the red marriage certificate, his smile almost impossible to hide.
Qiao Yi tugged at his sleeve, somewhat disgusted, "You look so silly, Song Libai."
The man snapped out of his daze, grabbed her waist, and led her to the car.
Qiao Yi wanted to get down from his arms, but he held her tightly, coaxing her gently, "Sweetie, sit on your husband's lap."
When Qiao Yi heard him quickly switch his form of address, the tips of her ears turned slightly red. Only then did she begin to feel truly nervous.
Song Libai held her waist with one hand and supported her head with the other, saying, "Wife, happy wedding."
Qiao Yi buried her head in his chest, her voice muffled, "Happy wedding."
Her reaction time seems to be a bit long.
Song Libai smiled as he admired the two people on the marriage certificate, then looked at the woman in his arms, his smile growing wider.
Chu Ye was the first to see the post on WeChat Moments.
His WeChat Moments post prominently displayed the caption, "My wife is so beautiful."
The accompanying picture shows the red marriage certificate and her back view as she stays in his arms.
"Holy crap, Song, you got married?"
"Holy crap, holy crap, they got their marriage certificate without even saying goodbye?"
"Brother Song, what's wrong with you? We agreed to stay single together, but you got married behind my back?"
"You and Brother Yan both have wives, kids, and warm beds, what am I supposed to do?"
"Brother Song, you need to explain this to me right now."
"Hello, Brother Song, are you still there? Did your wife hold down your hand while you were replying to the message?"
Song Libai had expected to receive wedding wishes and compliments on his wife's beauty when he opened his WeChat Moments.
result……
It turned out that it was only Chu Ye who went crazy.
What right does a single person have to rant and rave in his comment section?
Then, Song Libai gracefully swiped his finger and added Chu Ye to his blacklist.
You should stay put.
Qiao Yi noticed that the man was in a good mood. She looked up and saw him looking at his phone, and frowned slightly. "You have such a big wife in your arms, and you're looking at your phone?"
Song Libai turned off his phone and patted her head. "It's my fault, my dear wife."
"Dear brother, what are you laughing so happily about? Share it with me too." Qiao Yi raised an eyebrow and looked at him leisurely.
Song Libai pinched her cheek and chuckled, "Baby, do you really want to see it?"
"Oh!"
When Song Libai opened his phone again, he finally saw comments on his WeChat Moments that satisfied him.
"Happy marriage, Mr. Song. May you have a long and happy life together and have a baby soon."
"Sister-in-law is so beautiful, she and President Song are a match made in heaven."
"Happy marriage, Mr. Song."
"May your love last forever, and may you have three children in a year."
...
Qiao Yi's cheeks flushed slightly; she had no idea that Song Libai had a habit of posting on social media.
She remembered that ever since she added him on WeChat, his Moments had been gathering dust.
Song Libai kissed her slightly flushed cheek and said in a low voice, "Baby, they wished us to have three children in one year."
To hide her embarrassment, Qiao Yi pouted and complained, "Why don't you wish us eight babies in one pregnancy?"
She was being sarcastic, but Song Libai didn't see it that way.
He's obsessed with the idea that his wife will give him eight babies in one pregnancy, so he needs to work hard.
But my wife is so petite, can her body handle it?
I still need to take good care of my wife.
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