Black history, black history, black history, tell important things three times (cover your face and cry)
The copywriting is incompetent, because the heroine returned to Japan when the Internet Kings were in high school, so it may be a little different, a little sloppy, buggy, a little broken, please forgive me.
"Hey, come with me somewhere!"
Qian Xia turned to look at him, "Where are you going?"
"Don't worry, come with me and give you a surprise" (laughing)
"Huh?"
Qian Xia looked at the place where "Civil Affairs Bureau" was written in big letters, turned around calmly (crossed it out), and ran.
"It's okay! I just went to take a picture and get a certificate." (Laughing) He calmly grabbed the person who wanted to escape, ignored her struggle, and dragged her into the Civil Affairs Bureau.
Qian Xia looked at the red book in her hand and then looked at the red book in his hand. She was in a trance, "I sold myself like this?"
Qian Xia was still in a daze until she got home. She didn't even know that the red book in her hand had been robbed, until a burst of fire woke her up.
"Ah! What are you doing?" Qian Xia hurriedly tried to put out the fire.
"Can't you see? I'm going to burn these two notebooks" (laughing)
"Why?" (Surprised)
"Because this is only used when getting divorced, and we won't use it" (laughing)
Qian Xia stopped what she was doing, walked up to him, held his hand, and put his hand close to her cheek.
Yes! What am I afraid of? As long as it's this person, there must be no problem! (Laughing)
I don't know about the marriage certificate either. My teacher told me, so I'll just make do with it (laughs)