Spoiled Marriage: Big President, Little Sweetheart

Lin Anxin didn't even know how she was sitting on the chair. She was holding a pen in her hand. There was a marriage application form in front of her. The application form had been filled out, and all she needed was to sign it and stamp it with her fingerprints.

The upright and dignified man on the other side had already filled in his share and was waiting dotingly for her to decide.

Sign it, it's just a piece of paper. A piece of paper doesn't mean anything these days.

Sign it, you won’t suffer for such a handsome man.

I signed it, but I was afraid of it. Isn’t it just a marriage certificate? If you pull it off, you’ll pull it off. The worst case scenario is that you can just break up if it's not suitable for you, and no one will know that you are married. What a big deal, eighteen years later he is a good man again!

The devil in her head kept encouraging her, encouraging her...

Lin Anxin's mind was about to explode from the fuss. Before she was completely annoyed to death, she took a deep breath, picked up a brush and signed her name at the bottom of the application form. He took the ink pad boldly and stamped his thumb print on it. She handed it over to the staff member who was waiting for her quietly and did not dare to rush her, "Look, is this enough?"

"Wait a minute." Seeing her hesitating for so long, the staff were afraid that she would suddenly regret not getting married. As soon as she handed it over, the staff immediately took it and checked it again, "Yes, that's fine."

He said to Lin Anxin and Si Chen very urgently, "Mr. Si, please wait a moment, Miss Lin, we will prepare it for you right away."

What he said right away really meant right away.

In less than five minutes, two freshly baked bright red notebooks were delivered to Lin Anxin. Lin Anxin opened the red book and found that the photos of her and Si Chen inside were all prepared by someone in advance.

The photo taken last week when he suddenly went crazy and hugged her suddenly turned into her wedding photo. Lin Anxin simply couldn't describe this feeling.

I just feel that this man has too deep thoughts and is too sinister.

How prepared was he?

If she refuses, isn't what he did in vain?

Compared with her feeling nothing special, Si Chen's mood could be described as ecstatic. He solemnly collected his marriage certificate from Lin Anxin, and the joy in his peach blossom eyes was beyond words, "Lin Anxin, we are married."

"Oh. Once it's over, it's over."

"Well, it's done." Si Chen stretched out his hand, took her hand and walked outside the Civil Affairs Bureau. The moment he stepped out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, he suddenly paused for a second and tightened his grip. Holding her hand, "I still want to thank you. Mrs. Si, thank you for being willing to give me another chance to love you well."

Lin Anxin felt uncomfortable being called Mrs. Si. She glanced around and said calmly, "Ahem, you're welcome."

She seemed to be particularly afraid of Si Chen's sweet words. Before Si Chen could say anything, she quickly changed the subject, "Ah, I'm so hungry. You dragged me out in the middle of the night. You should at least take care of the meal, Jin." Lord."

Si Chen's thin lips formed a smile, and her eyes were full of stars, "What do you want to eat?"

What does she want to eat...

Lin Anxin thought of candlelight dinner, French cuisine, smooth music, and elegant environment... Suddenly her eyes lit up, she looked at him excitedly, and proposed enthusiastically, "How about we go eat Malatang?"

Western food doesn't exist.

French cuisine doesn't even exist.

She still likes ordinary civilian food.