Chapter 884

"Send me and Wan Xi's papers to the Civil Affairs Bureau." Shrimp... Shrimp? What does that mean? You want to get a license? Isn't it agreed that after the dust of my mother's case is settled, I will go on and on preparing for the wedding? How to speed up the process all of a sudden. Isn't it... Jing Hanfeng is jealous? She just made a play, a play without even showing her face. What kind of vinegar did he eat? At night back to the fence garden, Qiao Wanxi sitting beside the bed, hand still holding the red book, until now have not come back to God, feeling like a dream. What's the matter? I married myself in a muddle headed way. At three o'clock in the morning, Qiao Wanxi was so exhausted that he couldn't even move a finger. She is powerless lying in the arms of Jing Hanfeng. When she is about to go to sleep, she thinks of something very important. All of a sudden, he was awake again. Then turned over a body, didn't expect leg but a burst of ache, Qiao Wan can't help but murmur a“ What's the matter? " Jing Hanfeng asked her in a hurry“ My leg hurts... "Qiao Wan Xi said three words wrongly and angrily. In fact, she wanted to raise her hand to beat Jing Hanfeng, but she really had no strength“ Oh... "Jing Shoufeng grinned and put his hand into the quilt to massage her gently. However, after a while, Qiao Wan Xi's cheeks flushed to block Jing Hanfeng's hand. That's not massage. It's just playing hooligans, which makes her heart tremble“ I have a question for you“ What's the problem? " Jing Hanfeng rubbed her intentionally or unintentionally“ It's the same question we talked about the day after our engagement Qiao Wan Xi moved her neck and found the most comfortable pillow on Jing Hanfeng's arm“ You said you've seen me before, and you've been looking for me for many years. What's the matter? "“ Do you really not remember at all? " Jing Hanfeng looks at the little woman with a little red face in her arms“ Don't remember... Come on After thinking for a long time, Qiao Wanxi shook her head. She really didn't remember that she had met Jing Hanfeng in her last life. After all, if a man as dazzling as him ever met, how could he have no impression“ Do you remember when you were in primary school... "Jing Hanfeng looked at the ceiling and told a story of the past“ At that time, you were about seven or eight years old. When you met a big boy on the roadside, you gave him the bean paste bag you hid in your arms. " Qiao Wanxi listens to Jing Hanfeng's words, and can't help but take a breath. Tianrao, that day that year, the boy who looked cold and hungry and very depressed, couldn't it be him? It's just a big joke. How can there be any confusion? Of course she remembered it. How could she forget it? After all, she shared half of her precious breakfast that day. I remember that morning, aunt Yun secretly gave Qiao Wanxi two bean buns to eat on her way to school. But not far from home, the two bean sandbags were not willing to eat. Qiao Wan Xi met a boy about fifteen or six years old, who was very embarrassed. His hair was a little messy and he looked very tired. He sat on the concrete steps by the side of the road feebly. They were wearing single clothes. Although they were expensive brands, they were wet at that time, dripping a large amount of water stains on the cement platform.