Good Morning, Mr. President!

She wrinkled her white lips and said something in her mouth, "I'll kill you ... I'll kill you ..."

Tang Yiming ignored the video, took a step faster than her, took off the knife on the wall, and threw it to the servants on the side, "Take it away! All the dangerous things in the house are removed! How far is thrown away! far!"

"Yes, sir." Everyone dare not neglect and quickly packed up.

Su Fengjin's mood was getting more and more excited, and her voice was hoarse, "You let me kill him, you let me kill him ..."

What else did Tang Yiming want to say, but Su Fengjin was too excited because of the emotions, and the next moment, he felt that the eyes were dark, and the whole person passed out.

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Tang Yu and Song Zhixing had breakfast before changing their clothes before going to the Civil Affairs Department.

Married today, and neither of them has a witness. However, the two felt that this was just right.

In the car, Song Zhixing turned the hukou book and saw that he was 22 years old and raised his lips. The smile is more dazzling than the sunlight outside the window.

"Uncle, this is a false report of my age. Even if we get a marriage certificate, we have no legal effect?"

"It's just as effective as me."

Song Zhixing twisted his lips, twisted his face, and looked at him with his cheeks up. "If you do something that is sorry to me, I can run at any time, doesn't it? There is no legal protection for our two marriages anyway."

Tang Yu grabbed her hand and held it. Gently rubbing her thumb on her delicate tiger's mouth, "It seems that I have to make a towing oil bottle for you earlier, so that you don't want to run away in your head all day. Right--"

What did Tang Yu think of, turning her face to look at her, "Are you going to have your menstrual period these days? Is there any movement now?"

Song Zhixing shook his head. "Nothing happened. It should be a few days."

Tang Yu looked brighter, squinting at her, "Maybe there has been no movement."

Song Zhixing put his hand on his lower abdomen. "Uncle ... you said, I won't really get pregnant, right? It shouldn't be that fast, and the number of times the two of us didn't do anything was just two nights."

Tang Yuxuan narrowed his eyes and stared at her vaguely. "However, these two nights have been done many times. Moreover, you are younger and more likely to conceive."

Will she really get pregnant?

Song Zhixing bit her lip, her heart was complicated for a while, and there was some contradiction. I want to give Tang Yusheng a baby, so that no one can oppose them together. However, when I think that I am only 18 years old, I still feel a little bit frustrated and lost. In fact, her life journey has just begun. In addition to family and love, she has many goals to achieve.

Although she had been studying a lot before, since she made up her mind and wanted to be with Tang Yu, she urgently wanted to make herself better. If you had a child so early, how much less free would you be? Even if I study, I'm afraid it will become inadequate.

"What's wrong?" Tang Yu saw that she didn't answer, turned her face to see her, and found her rather shy face.

Song Zhixing shook his head. "Nothing. I was thinking that if I was really pregnant, I would be too late to go to college."

Tang Yu squeezed her hands, as if knowing her mind, "Don't think too much. As long as you miss school, all the school doors are open to you at any time."

Song Zhixing nodded. Yeah, her life is almost always arranged by Tang Yu. In the future, you do n’t need to worry about anything, so what are you missing?

As soon as I thought that I was going to marry this man, the entangled emotions disappeared instantly and replaced with comfort.

Two people soon arrived at the Civil Affairs Department. First went to take a certification photo, fill in the account information, there is almost no hindrance, the staff quickly handled the information for them. In about 10 minutes, when the household registration book was returned to Song Zhixing, Song Zhixing looked at the seal with the word 'Married' on it and felt very embarrassed, like a dream. Looking at it, my eyes could not help getting a little hot.

Tang Yu sat beside her and saw her slightly moist eyes, holding her chin, raising her small face to face herself. He looked more serious than ever, "Remorse it now?"

"No!" Song Zhixing rubbed his eyes, not regret, but ... an indescribable emotion kept crashing in his heart.

She has a husband.

'Husband' is two sacred words, meaning that she will never be alone at any time. She has a strong backing, a family that will not abandon her, and a harbor that can escape the storm at any time.

"Tang Yu, I will be your wife in the future, so you are not allowed to murder me all the time!" She raised her face and spoke to him in a righteous manner.

Tang Yu smiled. The seriousness had just swept away, and he nodded, "OK."

"Just hit me without moving, I'm your hostess now!"

As soon as her words fell, everyone else in the Civil Affairs Department looked at them. Especially watch him! A big man he looks so good at actually beating his wife? Moreover, the wife looked like a child. How can I get started?

Tang Yu felt that he had become the target of public criticism. The staff of the Civil Affairs Department even frowned, as if he regretted not giving them the certificate.

He really couldn't laugh or cry, "Mrs. Tang, if you say that, it will make outsiders misunderstand my domestic violence."

Song Zhixing's eyes were bright, and after a tidal circle full of spirits, he looked at Tang Yu with grievances and accused him, "Aren't you a domestic violence? You're a domestic violence."

When this word came out, everyone looked at him with contempt.

Tang Yu picked her up from the sofa of the Civil Affairs Department. "It seems that you have to make a good domestic violence again today, otherwise, you are going to be upset."

"No! You mustn't hit me!" Song Zhixing held his hips with both hands, lying in his arms, staring at him with big eyes. Afraid that he really started to fight against himself.

"late!"

"I didn't bully you like this! Just married, just treat me like that!"

"Anyway, you're married, and you can't run away. Don't bully who you bully?"

"Tang Yu, why are you so bad!" Song Zhixing poked at his chest angrily, "I said, I will marry you and you will not be a baby to me, can you bully me and run away?"

Tang Yu did not refute, and hugged her all the way into the car.

Putting her in the front passenger seat, she was bent, still in the carriage, and didn't go out. With a smile, Junlang's face was very close to her, "Call her husband, today's domestic violence is all right."

Song Zhixing looked at him with twinkling stars' eyes as if obsessed with a smile, then raised his hand to hold his tie and dragged him down. Then, the pink lips touched his lips and remained motionless for a while.