The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

"Are there any pictures of the two people?" Grandma asked again.

Song Lishu and Huo Baiyuan were both stunned, and then they both shook their heads at the same time.

The two of them haven't even had a photo taken together.

"If you don't, let's take it live." Grandma said, pointing to the corner of the wall: "Go there and lean against it."

Song Lishu led Huo Baiyuan to the corner of the wall, the two of them leaned back against the alley wall, their heads leaned together, and smiled joyfully.

Grandma took the phone, pointed at them, clicked, and took a picture of Song Lishu and Huo Baiyuan.

The stall was fully equipped, and the grandmother quickly washed the photos in the phone, cut them into suitable sizes, and pasted them on the marriage certificate. She also gave an extra copy to Song Lishu and Huo Baiyuan.

Huo Baiyuan held the photo taken tightly in his hand and rubbed the cheek of Song Lishu on the photo with his fingertips. The corners of his lips unconsciously curled up with a gentle and indulgent arc.

"This is our group photo, the first photo."

Song Lishu paid the money and received two marriage certificates from his grandmother. When he turned his head, he found that Huo Baiyuan was standing in the sun, still looking at the photos in his hand idiotically.

Song Lishu walked over and shook the marriage certificate in front of Huo Baiyuan's eyes: "It's already done."

Huo Baiyuan turned around, took the marriage certificate in Song Lishu's hand, and was about to open it. Song Lishu hurriedly held his hand to stop his next thing.

Huo Baiyuan looked at Song Lishu strangely: "What's the matter?"

Song Lishu took the marriage certificate back in his hand, and hid it tightly behind his back, her eyes flickering: "Well...I'm afraid you might damage the marriage certificate clumsily, so I will keep it here and show it to you later. ."

She was afraid that when Huo Baiyuan opened the marriage certificate, she would see that the name written in it was not Jiang Nianwei, but Song Lishu.

Finally got his wish, Huo Baiyuan was as happy as a child. He didn't care about Song Lishu's words. Holding the photo of the two in one hand and Song Lishu in the other, he smiled with great joy: "Okay, no problem."

On the way home, Huo Baiyuan curled his lips and said with some dissatisfaction: "We only have one photo. We will be together in the future. Take more photos, okay?"

Song Lishu turned his head to look at the man, nodded with a smile, "Of course it's good."

Huo Baiyuan frowned and smiled.

At this moment, Song Lishu suddenly stopped and looked over Huo Baiyuan to a jewelry stall on the side of the street.

"You stand here, wait for me." Song Lishu said towards Huo Baiyuan.

Huo Baiyuan nodded without knowing, and stood obediently.

Song Lishu ran towards the jewelry booth.

When I came to the booth, I saw a bunch of necklaces, bracelets and earrings. Song Lishu fiddled with his fingers and finally chose a pair of simple couple rings.

Song Lishu ran back to Huo Baiyuan, and under Huo Baiyuan's suspicious gaze, she smiled and said, "Extend a hand."

Huo Baiyuan obediently stretched out a hand.

Song Lishu grabbed his hand, and then put a ring on his ring finger.

Huo Baiyuan was stunned for a moment, staring blankly at his hand with the ring.

"How can you get married without a ring?" Song Lishu handed another ring to Huo Baiyuan: "Give it to me, too."

Huo Baiyuan finally recovered. He took the ring in a daze, took Song Lishu's hand, and carefully put the ring on her.

The two clasped their fingers tightly and placed them in the sun. It was obviously the cheapest floor stand ring, but it seemed to be more precious than any jewellery, emitting a bright light.