Tang Junhe's motorcycle is a three-wheeled sidecar motorcycle. The sidecar can accommodate one person, and the motorcycle can accommodate two people.
Song Zhi looked at the brand new military green motorcycle, and then looked at the tall and straight figure beside it.
I just think this car suits Tang Junhe very well.
He is already cool and handsome, and with a car like this, he looks even more stylish.
Song Zhi had to admit that he was indeed very handsome.
No wonder she loved him so wholeheartedly in her previous life.
It’s a pity that her persistence ultimately failed to warm up this flower on the high mountain.
Thinking about his previous life, Song Zhi suddenly calmed down.
Tang Junhe noticed her gaze and explained.
"This was issued to me by the army."
Song Anshan brought his household registration book with him, and when he saw the car, he sat directly in the sidecar at the back, and then took the child from Song Zhi's arms.
"Zhizhi, please sit in the front."
Song Zhi didn't want to at first, but when she thought about how Song Anshan wasn't young anymore, it would be safer to sit in the back.
She could only accept her fate and sit behind Tang Junhe.
As soon as he sat down, Tang Junhe said, "It will be windy soon, you can hold me."
Song Zhi's face froze, and he moved back again.
She didn't want to hug him.
Noticing her actions, Tang Junhe's eyes darkened slightly. He turned around, looked at her stubborn little face, and raised his eyebrows slightly.
"If you move any further back, you'll fall onto the sidecar. Sit a little forward."
Hearing this, Song Zhi looked back.
This is nonsense. She is clearly still quite far from the sidecar.
Looking at her embarrassed and angry look, Tang Junhe's eyes and eyebrows were filled with smiles. He thought that she looked very cute, like a kitten with its fur standing on end.
He was afraid that Song Zhi would be really angry, so he stopped teasing her.
"I'm driving, sit tight."
After he finished speaking, he glanced at Song Zhi, who was still unwilling to get too close to him, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.
With a roar, the motorcycle rushed out at an extremely fast speed.
Song Zhi rushed to his back without warning and subconsciously hugged his waist tightly.
Tang Junhe curled his lips slightly without slowing down.
Ten minutes later, the motorcycle stopped in front of Song Anshan's steel factory.
There are still some procedures to go through in order to register the child. Song Anshan has to go to the factory to get the documents he had prepared a while ago stamped, and then he can go to the police station to register Xiao Qingbai.
Song Anshan handed the child to them.
Song Zhi touched his nose which was red from the collision and glared at Tang Junhe.
She strongly suspected that he had done it on purpose.
But Tang Junhe's expression was calm and indifferent, and there was no sign of any clues at all.
Song Anshan quickly got the information.
Everyone got on the bus again.
"Sit down."
Tang Junhe reminded.
He turned around and looked at Song Zhi.
This time, Song Zhi was very self-conscious. Although she felt awkward, she still reached out and lightly hugged his waist.
After all, she didn't want to get hit on the nose again.
Tang Junhe's deep eyes suddenly melted like spring water, full of smiles.
He turned around and started the car.
This time he didn't drive fast, and the wind wasn't as sharp as before, which made Song Zhi's originally tense face relax a little.
She looked at the tall and broad figure in front of her in a daze.
Tang Junhe has a very thin waist, which is the result of years of exercise. Song Zhi can even feel the lines of his muscles.
His back was broad and tall, just enough to help Song Zhi block all the cold wind.
Such a scene has never appeared in Song Zhi's memory and only exists in the fantasy of his previous life.
Except for that accident, she and Tang Junhe had never had such intimate physical contact.
The motorcycle soon stopped at the police station.
Tang Junhe felt a little disappointed, thinking that this journey was too short.
Song Zhi let go of him without any reluctance, got out of the car swiftly, took Xiao Qingbai from Song Anshan's arms, and walked towards the police station first.
Tang Junhe stood there, looking at her appearance, and sighed helplessly.
It seems that he still has to work harder.
They were received by a female police officer in her fifties.
When she heard that they were here to register the orphans, her expression softened and her tone became kinder.
"Have you prepared all the necessary paperwork? Did you bring the necessary documents?"
"I brought it. Everything is here."
Song Anshan placed the information at the window and handed it over.
The policewoman took it, checked it briefly, and after confirming that it was correct, she looked at the few people and asked.
"Whose name should the child's household registration be under?"
"Mine." Song Zhi spoke immediately.
The policewoman glanced at her and confirmed again.
"Comrade, would you like to reconsider this? If you have an adopted child under your name, it might be difficult to find a husband in the future."
She had just looked at Song Zhi's household registration and knew that she was not married yet.
Song Zhi's attitude was very firm.
"I've confirmed it. Please put the child under my name."
Hearing this, the policewoman looked at Song Anshan again, and when she saw him nod, she agreed.
"Okay."
She then asked, "Have you named the child yet?"
"Yes, it's called Song Qingbai." Song Zhi replied.
The policewoman quickly registered Zaizai's household registration under Song Zhi's name.
Song Zhi looked at the new name Song Qingbai and felt a very strange feeling in his heart. All his uneasiness seemed to be soothed at this moment.
She couldn't help but secretly glance at Tang Junhe, observing his expression.
Tang Junhe didn't know anything yet. He stood beside her unconsciously, holding Xiao Qingbai and teasing him.
Little Qingbai was particularly well-behaved in his arms. The little baby grinned, revealing a mouthful of pink and tender gums, looking adorable no matter how you looked at him.
Tang Junhe also smiled faintly, and his cold eyebrows softened a lot.
Song Anshan was also observing Tang Junhe. After taking in his appearance, he looked at Song Zhi again.
Since the child’s household registration has been registered under Song Zhi’s name, he is a member of the Song family.
He had already started thinking about how to raise the little cub under the watchful eyes of the Tanga people.
The Song family can certainly afford to raise a child.
Since Song Zhi doesn't want the Tang family to know, then just keep it a secret.
Tang Junhe noticed the gazes of the father and daughter, turned around, and saw that they were both looking at him, feeling a little strange.
"Is it ready?"
"Uh-huh."
Song Zhi nodded, and when she walked over and picked up the child, she deliberately called out again.
"Song Qingbai, from now on you will be called Song Qingbai."
Tang Junhe had known this name for a long time.
He had asked Song Zhi at the beginning, but for some reason, when he heard Song Zhi call out this name so formally, he felt a strange feeling in his heart, an indescribable feeling.
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