Song Jiayin anxiously waited at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau with her phone. Last night, her boyfriend, who had been in love for three years, called her and said he wanted to marry her. Song Jiayin couldn't say what she felt in her heart. She had been in love with Wu Zihao for three years, so logically speaking, they should have been married a long time ago, but Song Jiayin always felt that something was missing between them.

Song Jiayin looked at the time on her phone. Half an hour had already passed since the appointed time with Wu Zihao, and Song Jiayin was weakly sitting at the door, looking at the couples that were coming and going. She didn't know why, but she suddenly felt relieved.

Most probably, Wu Zihao regretted it again.

When Wu Zihao mentioned this matter on the phone yesterday, Song Jiayin felt that it was extremely strange. The two people before him had never mentioned about this matter, so he didn't know why they would suddenly come to get married.

Song Jiayin laughed bitterly, then took out her phone and dialed Wu Zihao's number. Wu Zihao quickly picked it up, and neither of them said a word. After a long while, Song Jiayin slowly spoke, "Zi Hao, you … Are you coming or not? "

Wu Zihao hesitated and said: "Jia Yin, I'm sorry, I was impulsive last night. You come back first, I …"

"Forget it," Song Jiayin interrupted Wu Zihao and said straightforwardly. "Since that's the case, then forget it.

"What did you say?" Wu Zihao immediately shouted out.

"I said break up." Song Jiayin said calmly: "I feel that there's no meaning in delaying like this, I …" Before Song Jiayin could finish her words, she was suddenly dragged away by someone's wrist. She looked at her back in surprise and shouted, "Sir! What are you doing? "

However, the people in front turned a deaf ear to Song Jiayin's words, and directly pulled her into the civil affairs office, causing Song Jiayin to become startled and angry, and said: "Sir! If you continue to be like this, I'll call for help! "

The tall man in front of her continued to ignore her words, and pulled her into a small room, directly pressing her down on a chair. Before Song Jiayin could react, the worker opposite her took a picture, causing her vision to go black, she covered her eyes and shouted: "What are you guys doing! "What exactly does that mean?"

"Mister and miss, please show your ID card." A staff member said politely.

Song Jiayin's eyes were still filled with darkness as she squinted her eyes and asked: "What are all of you trying to do?"

In the end, the man just now did not listen to Song Jiayin's nonsense and directly took Song Jiayin's bag, took out Song Jiayin's ID card from inside and handed it over to the staff member. Song Jiayin reacted and quickly reached out to snatch it, and the man immediately reached out and grabbed both of her wrists with an indifferent expression.

Song Jiayin then raised her head and looked at the man. With a handsome nose, deep eyes, and a face that looked one in a thousand, Song Jiayin was not in the mood to pay attention to his appearance. She immediately shouted: "Sir! What do you mean by that? "

The man did not say anything as he watched the staff member's movements with an expressionless face. At this moment, the staff member had already stamped his name down. He opened two small books and passed his ID card to the man, saying with a smile, "Congratulations to the two of you!"

Song Jiayin was startled, and asked: "What do you mean?"

The man took the two marriage certificates and kept his ID card. Then, he stuffed Song Jiayin's ID card and a small red book into Song Jiayin's hands and left without saying a word.