The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

In the end, there was really nothing to do, Song Lishu had no choice but to agree.

"Good good. Get married."

Of course, it could not be a real marriage. Song Lishu thought of a better way, wondering if he could fool Huo Baiyuan.

early morning.

Huo Baiyuan changed into a decent shirt, and after finishing his collar in the mirror for several minutes, Song Lishu walked into the bathroom and asked, "Alright, let's go."

"Alright." Huo Baiyuan turned around and saw Song Lishu wore a pure white floral dress, with her long soft hair draped over her shoulders, setting off her gentle and lovely face.

Huo Baiyuan was stunned for a moment, walked over, dragged Song Lishu into his arms, and whispered: "You are very beautiful today."

Song Lishu raised his hands and rubbed Huo Baiyuan's cheeks: "You are also very handsome today."

Huo Baiyuan slowly lowered his head, put his head on Song Lishu's shoulder, paused every word, and said seriously: "Nianwei, we are getting married, and you will never leave me again in the future."

"Okay." Song Lishu gently promised: "Never leave again."

Obviously knowing that this is impossible, knowing that this promise is false, then treat it as true at this moment.

"Well, it's late, let's go out."

The two walked out of the house holding hands.

Song Lishu was a little nervous along the way.

She was afraid that Huo Baiyuan would be discovered by Huo Yijun's people, so she speeded up and took Huo Baiyuan to a stall at the entrance of an alley as quickly as possible.

There was a grandma sitting in front of the stall with various documents piled up on the ground, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that this was a place for false certification.

Song Lishu observed Huo Baiyuan's face and saw him staring at the stall in front of him with a confused look. Fortunately, there was something wrong with his brain, so he didn't understand what the stall was for.

Song Lishu asked her grandmother: "Can I be a marriage certificate?"

Grandma glanced at her, then looked at Huo Baiyuan beside her, showing a clear expression: "Yes."

Song Lishu smiled and said, "Make two copies for me."

Huo Baiyuan tugged at Song Lishu's hand and asked puzzledly: "What are we doing here?"

Song Lishu said to Huo Baiyuan, "Is this the place to get married?"

Huo Baiyuan frowned: "Get married? Shouldn't marriage go to the Civil Affairs Bureau?"

It seems that he is not completely stupid yet.

Song Lishu smiled and said serious nonsense: "The Civil Affairs Bureau is married. You can get married here. The Civil Affairs Bureau is too far away. It is more convenient here. A Yuan, I want to get married with you soon, so I chose this place. Isn't it good?"

Huo Baiyuan always believed in Song Lishu's words. He held Song Lishu's hand firmly and smiled brilliantly: "Well, as long as I can marry you, anywhere is good."

"What are the names of the groom and the bride?" the grandmother asked.

"Huo Baiyuan and..."

At this point, Song Lishu's voice suddenly stopped, and another name came to her lips, but she was swallowed abruptly.

Song Lishu glanced at Huo Baiyuan, then approached his grandmother, lowered his voice, and said a name very quietly: "Song Lishu,"

She knew that Huo Baiyuan wanted to get married to Jiang Nianwei, and the name on this marriage certificate should also be Jiang Nianwei. Even if it was a fake marriage certificate, she still hoped selfishly that the name on it could be Song Lishu.

Soon, the two fake marriage certificates were ready, but one thing was missing.