Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

Chapter 557

Seeing him thinking about it and talking incoherently, Qianqian rolled her eyes helplessly, "What on earth are you going to do?"

"Get the certificate! Go now, I'll call my dad right now, oh yes, tell my parents too."

"..." Crazy, he is really crazy.

Before Zhuo Yueluan returned to the imperial capital, he received a call from his prospective son-in-law, saying that choosing a date is worse than bumping into it, and that he is going to get a certificate today—the reaction was very calm, and he only explained solemnly: "Mo Yan, I believe in you, I hope Don't let me down. If you dare to hurt my daughter again, I will make you lose everything and ruin your reputation."

Feng Moyan's face was full of excitement after his father-in-law said these words, and immediately became serious.

He took Qianqian's hand, tightened his palm, and replied in the same seriousness: "Dad, I promise, I will treat her well for the rest of my life. If you make her sad again, I don't need you to do it, and I won't forgive you." Own."

"Okay, then remember what you said today."

"I will!"

After hanging up the phone, Feng Moyan looked at Qianqian and said solemnly, "Go, go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to register!"

Qianqian is still a little dizzy...

Will this be too sudden?She was totally unprepared.

To take a registration photo, at least you have to put on light makeup and change into more formal clothes, right?

But her face was bare, and a long shirt-style skirt reached her calves, and she was dressed like a bucket.

"Feng Moyan, you..."

"No matter what I say today, I won't give you a reason to refuse. You must become my wife, Feng Moyan!"

After saying that, he took Qianqian into the car and took out a file bag from the storage box.

"What is this?" Qianqian asked curiously.

In the next second, he caught a glimpse of the poured out crimson notebook and was taken aback.

"You...you carry your household registration book with you? Did you plan it?"

Mr. Feng smiled, put the documents back, asked the driver to drive to the Civil Affairs Bureau, and said happily: "I have waited for this day for an unknown amount of time, of course I have to carry it with me. However, I was not sure whether you would agree, so Didn't tell you."

"I don't want to agree. Didn't you say you won't give me a reason to refuse?" Qianqian said dissatisfiedly, feeling that she was cheated by this guy again.

But this pit is too comfortable, and she doesn't suffer any disadvantages, so she just doesn't care about it.

"Speaking of which, you didn't even have a formal proposal ceremony, not last time, nor this time, I married too hastily."

"Then what ceremony do you want?"

"Of course you're the one to think about it. How could you ask the woman?"

"Okay, let me think about it..."

He responded casually, and then said nothing, and Qianqian didn't think much about it.

The carriage fell silent, both of them were holding their mobile phones, chatting with smiles on their faces, obviously still replying to the congratulations from their relatives and friends.

About an hour later, the mighty and domineering President Lincoln [-] arrived at the Civil Affairs Bureau.

When she was about to get off the bus, Qianqian suddenly became entangled, and said with an unhappy face: "My stomach is so obvious, people must think that we got on the bus first and then paid for the fare. They think I am not self-respecting."

Feng Moyan was waiting for her at the door of the car. Seeing that she cared so strangely, he couldn't laugh or cry for a while, and asked in a good temper: "Then, can I have someone clear the place and only serve us?"

Qianqian was a little moved: "Is it possible?"

"It's not difficult, is it?"

"Forget it, don't be special, let's go."

She held the man's extended arm and got out of the car.

He had just stood still and hadn't raised his head when he suddenly heard a familiar voice beside him: "Mr. Feng, I'm not late."

Qianqian looked up, slightly surprised: "Wang Tezhu, you come..."

Before she finished speaking, she caught a glimpse of the big bouquet of pink roses in Wang Cheng's arms, and her expression was... a bit indescribable.

When did Feng Moyan notify you?

Is there still a marriage proposal ceremony?

At the gate of the Civil Affairs Bureau?

This is too...will it be seen as a joke by others?

How can anyone think of making up the marriage proposal ceremony after abducting everyone to the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau?

And such a big bouquet of pink roses is a bit... vulgar.

"Feng Moyan, what do you want to do? I warn you, don't be ashamed, my big belly is enough to attract attention, don't mess around!" Seeing Feng Moyan take the bouquet, Qianqian didn't wait for him to carry out the plan , he hastily warned, his eyes looked around in a panic.

what……

Someone has already looked towards them.

Qianqian lowered her head and shrank back, wishing she could get back in the car and hide.

Hearing this, Wang Cheng explained: "Madam, Mr. Feng hurriedly asked me to buy a bouquet and send it over in order to let you not have any regrets. How could such a romantic and sweet moment be so embarrassing?"

"What do you know! Two steel straight men!" Qianqian scolded.

Wang Tezhu picked his head, he was a bit confused.

Seeing that she was about to retreat into the car, Feng Moyan was afraid that she would repent and refuse, so he had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​kneeling down to propose marriage, coaxing: "Then we won't propose marriage, let's go in."

"you sure?"

"Do I dare to disobey you?" The man replied angrily, and handed the bouquet to her, "The flowers are very beautiful, I give them to you, just hold them in my arms to protect my stomach."

Qianqian's eyes lit up, "Huh? That's a good idea!"

Holding such a large bouquet of flowers in his arms is indeed a good disguise. Even if someone looks over, his eyes will be attracted by the bouquet.

"Let's go then."

The two walked up the steps of the Civil Affairs Bureau hand in hand, and all kinds of past events couldn't help coming to mind.

This is the third time she has set foot on this place in this life, and I don't know if there will be a fourth time.

Thinking of this, Qianqian couldn't help teasing: "Feng Moyan, do you think we will come here again?"

Knowing what was going on in her mind, the man gently held her waist, and said viciously: "No more! This is guaranteed to be the last time!"

"I still remember that the last time I came here, you left without looking back after completing the formalities. You were in a hurry, as if you couldn't stand being with me for a second longer. Yang Caiyue was sitting in your co-pilot, and she looked at me at that time His eyes were full of complacency, provocation and sympathy."

"Qianqian, if you repeat one more word, I promise to keep your mouth shut."

"..."

When the two entered, a staff member greeted them, "Mr. Feng? Congratulations! Please come with me."

"Thank you, I'm sorry." Feng Moyan was polite and approachable.

Qianqian followed him towards the inner office area, and asked puzzledly, "What do you mean?"

The man leaned over and pressed his ear, "Didn't you say... you don't want to be talked about? Do it alone."

She opened her eyes wide, "Are you still engaging in privileges?"

"How can this be called a privilege? You have a special body, you are treated differently, the green channel of the Civil Affairs Bureau, and humanized services."

"I believed in your ghost..."

Feng Moyan smiled and didn't explain much.

Once inside, two staff members took away their ID cards and took them to take registration photos.

Fortunately, only the part above the shoulders is taken, and the clothes of both of them are quite suitable.

Happiness and sweetness come from the heart, the man is majestic, handsome and upright, the woman has exquisite facial features, bright eyebrows and eyes, and both of them have light in their eyes - no need for the photographer to mention anything, a perfect marriage registration photo will be released quickly.