Fu Wenzhou stopped and turned to the side, a rare look of confusion on his handsome face: "Where to?"
"The Civil Affairs Bureau." Song Qingyou's calm tone was as if she were saying that the weather was nice today.
Fu Wenzhou nodded and went into the restroom.
The next second, a loud bang came from the bathroom!
That's the sound of someone falling.
Song Qingyou was startled and rushed over to check: "Fu Wen... Zhou?"
Fu Wenzhou was already up, brushing his teeth, looking calm: "Okay, almost done."
Song Qingyou: "Oh, then I'll wait for you downstairs."
As soon as she turned around, she couldn't hold back her smile.
Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Fu Wenzhou pinched his leg hard.
Ouch, that really hurts.
It's not a dream.
So when Youyou said she wanted to marry him yesterday, it wasn't just to appease him?
Is he going to marry Youyou?
Yes, he's getting married to Youyou.
He looked up at himself in the mirror. He had just woken up, his hair was messy, and his expression was somewhat blank.
The next moment, he jolted awake and suddenly became clear-headed.
Remembering Song Qingyou's mention of ten minutes, he quickly washed up, changed his clothes, and even tidied his hair.
As he went downstairs, he immediately saw Song Qingyou talking to Fu Nan in the living room.
Today she wore a moon-white cheongsam, her long hair was tied up on top of her head with a sandalwood hairpin, and she also wore light makeup.
Those already beautiful features instantly looked as if they had been painted with vibrant colors, as if they had been depicted in a traditional Chinese painting.
Especially her pale lips, now tinged with crimson, like rose petals glistening with dew, making one want to pluck them.
She and Fu Nan looked over at the same time, but he couldn't see Fu Nan at all.
He only had eyes for her.
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