Chapter 140

The next morning, Rongcheng little white house.

Thinking about getting the certificate, Feng Yan didn't sleep well all night. He was very excited. He slept for a while in the early morning and soon woke up in the morning.

Then, Feng Yan held his arm and stared at Yu mu'an. I don't know how long he looked. Until he felt the sunshine outside the window, he decided to call Yu mu'an to get up.

Feng Yan bowed his head and kissed Yu mu'an on the cheek. He whispered, "today is a big day. Aren't you ready to get up?"

"Hmm..." Yu mu'an muttered, reaching out to push Feng Yan's chest, half dreaming and half awake, "there's no class today, let me sleep more!"

The sweet waxy tone made Feng Yan's breathing disordered. His Adam's apple rolled up and down. Feng Yan raised his hand, grabbed Yu mu'an's hand and kissed her finger. His eyes became deeper and deeper.

"Itch..." Yu mu'an continued to whisper, his fingers moved slightly, and his backhand gently grabbed Feng Yan's fingers, "um..."

Such a sweet torture has never been experienced before. With a sigh, Feng Yan lay down again, took Yu mu'an into his arms, kissed him carefully from his face, "what can I do if you like this?"

When Feng Yan's kiss fell on Yu mu'an's neck, she finally couldn't stand it. She opened her eyes mistily and pushed Feng Yan. Her voice was still delicate and weak, "what are you doing!"

Feng Yan heard that his body was crisp. He sighed that he was worthless. He stood up and looked at Yu mu'an. He said, "it's time to get up."

When he woke up from Feng Yan's arms, he opened his eyes and saw Feng Yan's beauty at the first sight. Yu mu'an was still happy. After all, such beauty is rare.

Feng Yan supported his arm and looked at Yu mu'an. His fingers scratched on Yu mu'an's face and said softly, "if you look at me like this, I can't hold it."

Yu mu'an blushed and didn't open his eyes. "It's getting more and more unreliable." While pushing Feng Yan, Yu mu'an got up, "I don't mean it's time to get up. Why stay in bed?"

Feng Yan raised his eyebrows, turned over and got out of bed. He took a suit of clothes from the next stool and gave it to Yu mu'an, "put on this later."

"Why?" Yu mu'an looked at the dress. There was a white shirt on it and asked, "why do you wear this?"

"Because I have to take photos of my marriage certificate later."

After breakfast, several men and women who looked like Rongcheng public officials came to the little white house. Under the arrangement of housekeeper Edward and mother Zhang, they couldn't help placing equipment. Some people took out some forms from their carry on bags.

Then, several makeup artists followed in.

Yu mu'an was having dessert. He took a small spoon and put his shoulder on Feng Yan's body while eating. He sighed and asked, "what's this for?"

Feng Yan and Yu mu'an wore the same white shirt, which set off their faces very well. When they stood together, the same beautiful face and the same simple but noble temperament were more than just a "perfect match".

"Get the certificate!" Feng Yan said that the clouds were light and the wind was light. After that, he glanced at Yu mu'an with a smile, looked at the dessert she scooped up, and asked, "is it delicious?"

Yu mu'an nodded firmly, "delicious! Your desserts are great. "

"Oh?" Feng Yan picked his eyebrow like a demon, suddenly bowed his head, ate the dessert in Yu mu'an's spoon, and nodded with aftertaste, "it's good." With that, he shouted to his mother Zhang, who was waiting on the side, "Mom Zhang, give the desserts a raise and double."

"Yes, Mr. Feng." Mother Zhang smiled and turned away.

Yu Mu looked at Feng Yan with black eyes, but his head couldn't turn.

Feng Yan finished his command, looked at Yu mu'an and asked with a smile, "what do you think I do?"

"You are in a good mood today?" Yu mu'an blinked.

"Of course." Feng Yan nodded, "I let people forget. Today is a auspicious day. Of course I want to be happy when we get married."

Yu mu'an "tut", looked at the busy people in front of her, and then looked at Feng Yan. She wondered: These are too dedicated. It is obviously false. It is the same as true. Even Feng Yan is deeply involved in the play and can't extricate herself. Should she also cooperate?

"Mr. Feng, Miss Yu, we are ready." A female makeup artist came forward and said, "you can make up for both of you."

"OK." Feng Yan nodded and sat on the sofa.

Yu mu'an also followed suit and sat down beside Feng Yan. He sat down like a pupil.

Yu mu'an is now wearing a white shirt, and his belly is slightly raised, but he can't see it if he doesn't stare carefully.

The female makeup artist was just about to put her hand on Feng Yan's face, but Feng Yan raised his hand to block it away and said coldly, "I didn't let the male makeup artist come?"

"Yes, Mr. Feng." The female makeup artist withdrew her hand and called her male companion to make up Feng Yan.

Yu mu'an closed his eyes and asked the makeup artist to dress up, but the corners of his mouth were bent. Feng Yan, Feng Yan, it's nice that you're not close to women

In fact, what they need is a very simple makeup, especially Feng Yan. It's over after only putting on a layer of bottom makeup. Yu mu'an's makeup is also very simple and generous, mainly for taking pictures.

"Mr. Feng, Miss Yu, fill out this form!" A staff member came with a pen and handed in several forms.

Yu mu'an looked and filled in his personal data!

"Cough, Feng Yan, you're too serious." Yu mu'an quietly gathered around Feng Yan and whispered, "if I hadn't been smart, I would have been cheated by you! You won't really get a marriage certificate later? "

Feng Yan's knuckled fingers held the pen. His eyes smiled at Yu mu'an with a little pride: "since it's so true, isn't it false again without a marriage certificate?"

Yu mu'an nodded approvingly, "that's right. It's better to work with my parents." Then he buried himself in filling out the form.

Feng Yan looked sideways at Yu mu'an. His eyes were spoiled that he had never noticed. He watched her carefully write her name and pick up her pen. He also began to fill in the form.

After filling out the form, the photographer is ready. Yu mu'an and Feng Yan come to the camera to take photos.

Two people sat on high stools, behind them was a red curtain and several background lights and modeling lights. Yu mu'an suddenly felt that he was in the photo studio, and his face was a little hot.

If she didn't know exactly that this was the little white house, she would really think that today was a real wedding.

"OK, you two look at the camera!" The photographer stood in front of the tripod and aimed at the two people in front of him, "closer, sweeter, smile."

Feng Yan followed suit, but Yu mu'an began to laugh sweetly. When the photographer began to press the shutter, he stuck out his tongue and made faces. It's fake anyway

After taking a series of photos, the photographer smoked at the corners of his mouth and said vaguely, "Miss Yu has too rich expressions."