Sure enough, after a while, Wei Zhiqian said angrily, "are you crazy, Han Zhuoli! I wake up when I don't sleep in the middle of the night. Do you say that you can't get the certificate? Let me see if you are sick! Lu man, please see if he is ill
Lu man can feel Wei Zhiqian's grievance and anger across the screen.
Qi Chengzhi: "Oh, I got the license. I see it. Congratulations."
Chu Zhaoyang: "congratulations."
Wei Zilin: "Qian Zi finally said something very reasonable. Just now, you just said on the phone that it would be over if you got the certificate? Let's see it again in the group. "
Han Zhuoli: "if you don't come to see me, then my information is not white hair?"
Qi Chenglin: "you win, you win."
Yanbei City: "Lu man, tie him up quickly. He is ill again."
no matter how they make complaints about him, Han Zhuoli is pretty pleased anyway. His aim is to achieve it anyway.
Wei Ziqi: "well, we all know that you are married. Can we go to sleep?"
Chu Zhaoyang: "good night."
Yan Huaian: "just now I was going to talk to Yu Zi% djfl..."
“……” Lu man looked at the screen in surprise, "what's the matter with a string of random code like symbols behind?"
Han Zhuoli said, "maybe he wants to say that he is going to have a negative distance with Yu Zi in bed. Before he finishes writing, Yu Zi takes a picture of him with his mobile phone."
Lu man
You deserve it!
How can you say that casually.
Nan Jingheng: "I'm going to sleep, too. Flash."
Lu man thought that if Han Zhuoli dared to say "sleep what sleep, get up hi" at this time, these people would be able to go straight to the door to settle accounts with him.
Fortunately, Han Zhuoli didn't continue to die and let them go to sleep.
But Han Zhuoli himself, but still refused to stop.
He looked at the photos he had just taken in his mobile phone, his marriage certificate, and the wedding ring he and Lu man had on their hands.
After several cycles, Han finally opened his microblog.
His last tweet was still on the engagement one.
Then, he sent a new one, "from the ninth day of the ninth day, I have a wife. Other ladies, please stay away from me."
And then, with the picture you just took.
If the last sentence was changed to someone else's, he would be scolded for being cheeky.
But if Han Zhuoli says it, it becomes true.
Lu man held his arm and laughed. His face was on his chest.
Why is this man so cute.
However, Han Zhuoli is happy, but his comment area is fried.
"You are cruel, Mr. President of wocao. The last microblog was about engagement, and then I didn't send one for a long time. Today, it appears again, that is, marriage, I don't follow, I don't follow, I don't follow!"
"The last sentence is cheeky. Why is it so cute when you put it on Mr. Han?"
"Probably because he's telling the truth."
"But I didn't really say that! When Qi Chengzhi and Chu Zhaoyang announced their marriage, they didn't say so. "
"That's still his thick skin."
"Hey, hey, don't say that about my ex husband!"
"My ex husband, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
"I can't help it. Mr. Han is married. If other women stay away from him, I can only be his ex-wife."
"However, I don't know who is so blessed to be Han Zhuoli's wife. I envy her so much."