It seemed as if he was about to jump up and run around happily at any moment.
Song Qingyou found it both amusing and outrageous, then handed her phone to Fu Nan, saying, "Come on, take a picture of us."
Fu Nan: "Huh?"
Song Qingyou had already picked up the marriage certificate, leaned her head on Fu Wenzhou's shoulder, and looked over.
Fu Nan quickly realized what was happening, raised his phone, took a picture, and then couldn't help but say to Fu Wenzhou, "Mr. Fu, don't keep such a straight face, smile a little."
Fu Wenzhou's lips twitched, and he finally couldn't suppress a smile.
Click.
Song Qingyou took the phone and glanced at it, then exchanged a look with Fu Nan.
In the photo, Fu Wenzhou is smiling like a complete fool.
Fu Wenzhou put down the marriage certificate and came closer, "Is the photo not good? Let me see."
He picked up the phone, not even glancing at himself. In the photo, Song Qingyou smiled at the camera, her usually aloof face now radiant with a bright smile.
Her hair was bathed in a warm golden light from the sunlight, and she leaned against him, looking incredibly gentle.
Fu Wenzhou felt as if something had suddenly struck his heart.
A surge of heat suddenly welled up in his eyes.
What he never dared to dream of before has now truly happened.
And her Youyou is no longer the aloof person who keeps people at arm's length.
Her face regained color, her eyes shone, and a warm smile appeared on her lips.
This is his pomelo.
He gave everything he had to snatch Youyou back from the clutches of the King of Hell.
He silently sent the photo to his phone, then turned and pulled Song Qingyou into his arms.
Song Qingyou quietly let him hold her, her mind still replaying the image of his reddened eyes.
Fu Nan had already gotten into the car.
The two hugged for a while, and Song Qingyou chuckled, "Aren't you going to post the photos on WeChat Moments?"
Fu Wenzhou's voice was somewhat muffled and hoarse: "Send it. I'll send it as soon as I get back."
Song Qingyou: "Then let's go."
But no one moved.
After some time, Song Qingyou asked, "Fu Wenzhou, would you like to see me in a wedding dress?"
Fu Wenzhou's body trembled slightly. He let go of her, took her hand, and walked towards the car.
Song Qingyou covered her lips to suppress a muffled cough, her words laced with a smile: "What, don't you want to watch?"
"think."
Fu Wenzhou really wanted it.
But I decided against it.
He was afraid that if he saw it, he would lose control and become unruly.
Let's wait a little longer.
He would wait until she recovered, and then he would give her a grand wedding.
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