Chapter 1: I got the marriage certificate with the person who admitted his mistake
The seventh day of the second lunar month is auspicious for getting married, traveling, and moving.
Song Xi came out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, holding a small red notebook in his hand, still a little dazed.
"Room 1008, Building 1, Jiushu Community, Shantang Road, is my address."
A cool and pleasant male voice came from the side, "The password is 000777, you can come and stay anytime."
Song Xi: "Oh..."
She glanced at the man furtively, looking him up and down.
The man was very tall, about 1.9 meters tall, with distinct facial features and a hint of nobility and coldness. He wore a well-tailored suit, and looked decent, polite, restrained, and serious.
There is no trace of the wild postures they had three times in bed.
Who would have thought?
12 hours ago, she was drunk and mistook him for her blind date at the door of the bar. She insisted on going with him, and he really hugged her and left without saying a word.
Good news: I finally got some sleep.
Bad news: You slept with the wrong person.
Crazy news: I got married with the wrong person.
By the way, what was this person’s name?
Beijing what?
Forgot.
Song Xi opened the marriage certificate and wanted to see his name.
Before she could see clearly, a bony and slender hand reached out and took away her notebook.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you that I have to keep your marriage certificate first. I need to take it back to the company for record."
Before getting the marriage certificate, he said that his company was going to go public and he needed to make his marital status public.
In short, he is a wealthy man.
Song Xi has nothing in his hands and lives a Buddhist life of going with the flow.
"Okay."
So she watched helplessly as the man stacked the two marriage certificates together, put them in the inside pocket of his coat, told her he had to go on a business trip, asked her to do as she pleased, and then drove away.
The black Bentley is very similar to his temperament.
It can be seen that the man has a good upbringing, is polite, financially sound, and good-looking, making him a very suitable husband.
The bedding is just average and not very nice.
It doesn't matter, she doesn't care anyway.
"Buzz—buzz—"
The cell phone rang, Song Xi took out her phone and saw that it was her best friend He Ning calling.
She picked up the phone and heard a series of deadly explosions.
"I asked you to go on a blind date with my second brother yesterday, but why didn't you go? My second brother said he waited in the bar for half the night wearing a mask and didn't even see a female mosquito!"
"Where are you now? Why didn't you answer the phone all night? If I can't get through again, I'm going to call the police!"
Listening to the series of angry voices over there, Song Xi weakly argued: "I actually went to the blind date..."
It's just that I recognized the wrong person.
Who knew that her second brother was going on a blind date, but why was he wearing a mask? I didn't recognize him at all.
Just because she saw the man's features outside the hotel and they looked very similar to Zhang Hening's second brother, she just thought he was Zhang He.
It's too late to say anything now.
Song Xi quickly changed the subject: "Sister, I'm at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau on Qiaoan Road now. Can you come and pick me up?"
She had no experience last night, and she suspected that the other party had no experience either.
Her legs hurt a little now and she doesn't want to walk.
"Wait."
Zhang Hening hung up the phone in a hurry.
Ten minutes later, Song Xi got into the Cullinan, a luxury car that her sister had given her at a high price.
"Ningning, did you get a new car?"
Song Xi looked at the supercar worth millions. She remembered that Zhang Hening's car was a mini BMW, which he had driven for several years and refused to change.
"What new car? This is my eldest brother's car. He's on a business trip today and isn't home, so I drove it out secretly for fun."
Zhang Hening was driving while wearing sunglasses.
"Don't touch the things in his car. He's a mysophobe and prone to anger. He won't let me touch his car except for his future wife."
"good."
Song Xi nodded and sat obediently in the luxury car.
There was a faint scent of cedar in the carriage, lingering around her nose.
This fragrance... is strangely familiar.
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