Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

At nine o'clock.

The helicopter landed on the lawn somewhere, Qin Mo got down first, then hugged He Huan down.

He Huan was wearing white down, with a large circle of fur on the neckline, which made the whole face even smaller, and there was no age at all.

Qin Mo held her all the time, put her down in the hall, reached out and pulled off her hat, and thought for a while: "Take off your coat later, it's still a bit cold here."

In fact, He Huan wears very thick clothes, and he himself is just a woolen suit, but he doesn't seem to be cold and his hands are very hot.

At this moment, he held her with his hand and walked inside.

Today's Civil Affairs Bureau was very deserted. At first, He Huan thought it was cold and snowy, so no one came out, but then she realized that it was clearing the venue, and received her and Qin Mo for a certificate in the morning.

The process of applying for the certificate is the same as before, and He Huan's mood is no different from the first time.

It seemed that when they got married, it was not when she was willing, so she always missed it.

When taking pictures, the photographer was a little embarrassed. After taking several pictures, he was not satisfied. In the end, he couldn't help but remind him: "Mrs. Qin can lean on Mr. Qin."

He Huan leaned against Qin Mo and continued to shoot, but after a while he was dissatisfied: "Mrs. Qin can smile, yes, the corners of her mouth should be raised, but don't be stiff but be natural."

He Huan smiled hard, but the corners of his mouth were unnatural.

In the end Qin Mo hugged her, sticking to her ear and whispered: "Just think about it."

He Huan throbbed for a moment, and finally laughed more naturally, and successfully shot.

After spending half an hour together, He Huan finally breathed a sigh of relief, and he also had a hot marriage certificate in his hand, but Qin Mo took it away before holding it.

She looked at him.

His voice was extremely weak: "I'll keep it."

He Huan bit his lip: "Qin Mo."

Qin Mo smiled lightly, "I'm afraid you will lose it."

He Huan still looked at him.

He smiled again, reached out and took her coat from the side to put on her, zippered up, and put on the hat again.

"Go." He glanced at her deeply.

This time he took her hand and left.

He Huan bit her lip, struggling quietly with her hand, in exchange for his dissatisfaction and squeezed her, she was a little bit painful and dare not make any more...

When he got outside, He Huan saw a piece of ice and snow, and the reporters were crushed in darkness.

As soon as she and Qin Mo came out, the reporter seemed to smell the blood and filmed frantically.

He Huan stunned for a moment and then turned his body to ask Qin Mo gently: "Is this what you called?"

Qin Mo did not answer, just put his hand on her shoulder, smiled and said, "Pay attention to expression management."

He Huan really wanted to talk to him about management, but at this time she could only cooperate.

She didn't want a new round of storm to sweep He's family, she and her parents could no longer bear it.

Qin Mo is in full swing, no one knows how powerful he is and how long his hands can stretch out.

Now she can only cooperate with him.

He Huan smiled slightly, as if he was very happy...

But she said to him: ‘Your meeting at ten o’clock, is it a press conference to announce the news of our remarriage? ’

Qin Mo smiled faintly, smiling extremely happily, "I am getting smarter and smarter."

He Huan lowered his eyes and said nothing.

She just clenched her fingers quietly.