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An Hao lifted her hand to wipe the tears off her face. She opened her mouth wanting to say 'yes', but her voice was stuck in her throat. She was simply unable to speak and did not know what she should say at this moment.

"What's wrong? "Ah, alright. Why aren't you saying anything?"

"Xi Yang." An Hao sniffed, and asked with a very soft voice: "Are you sure you want to marry me? Well, you can still... "If you think about it, I …"

I'm already not clean, and you're also a germaphobic, so I'm no longer worthy of you. You … You can consider not wanting me.

Although she knew that concealing it was wrong, telling him everything was the most rational way, An Hao could not say it, so she suddenly wanted to be selfish.

Why? Who in this society would care about that film now? It was already the 21st century, not a traditional society, and that was no longer important.

She really … She didn't want to lose Chen Xiyang after all, and she didn't do it on purpose. Drunk...

"An Hao?" Chen Xiyang's gentle and concerned voice sounded beside his ears: "What happened to you? It can't be that you suddenly went back on your word and decided not to marry me, right? "

"No, how could that be possible?" An Hao smirked, "Don't forget, the one who has been proposing to you all this time is me."

"It's good as long as you don't go back on your word." Chen Xiyang laughed softly: "You don't know you want to say something but are hesitating, it's too much like breaking off the engagement, I won't give you the chance, tell grandma that I'll go eat at your place at noon, after that we'll immediately go get the proof, I can't let you run away, you just have to wait for me."

"I won't run …"

As long as you catch me...

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When Chen Xiyang came to Grandma An's home for lunch at noon, An Hao saw him and Grandma An chatting. The elderly people were nagging about the hardships of the couple's lives, and the meaning of the words that they were saying was that they hoped that would take good care of their granddaughter, and that they knew of their granddaughter's temper. They hoped that he would be able to bear a lot of responsibility after marriage.

Wasn't it because of mutual understanding and tolerance that the couple could live for a long time?

Chen Xiyang patiently listened, and from time to time, he would give Grandma An and An Hao food to eat, and promise while smiling: "Grandma, you can rest assured, ah good is my darling, I will treat her well for the rest of my life."

Looking at the scene and hearing these words, An Hao felt even less courage to bring up what happened last night. He could only suppress it in his heart.

Her happiness was right in front of her. How could she bear to ruin it?

At half past one in the afternoon, An Hao followed Chen Xiyang to the Civil Administration Bureau, holding onto the documents that they needed.

There weren't many people inside, and there were two couples in front of them who emitted a jubilant aura from head to toe.

In comparison, An Hao's expression was a bit ugly. Chen Xiyang couldn't help but worry, he grabbed her shoulders and sat on the seat beside her, then asked with concern: "Ah, okay, is there something wrong?"

"Huh?" An Hao was startled, then she reacted, raising her hands to rub her cheeks: Is her face not well? "Last night, I played too late with Lan Lan and drank too much wine …"

As she spoke, her voice became weaker and her gaze became evasive. "I'm sorry …"

"It's alright. It's good to be happy, and I was the one who told you to go play." Chen Xiyang kissed the space between her eyebrows, and her forehead drooped down: "It's just that my heart hurts a little when you act like this. If I knew earlier, I would have gone with you and you wouldn't have drank too much."

The man's aura sprayed onto her nose and breath, bringing about a faint scent of tobacco. An Hao looked at his warm face, and his eyes once again became sore.

She got up, a little flustered. "I need to go to the washroom."

After saying that, she ran in the direction of the washroom. Chen Xiyang watched her back as she ran away, and her two sword-like eyebrows knitted together slightly.