Chapter 1682

Fang Jiamei lost sleep all night because of the kiss, and her heart was filled with guilt for Zicong.

But if she doesn't marry this man, she will be taken back by Fang Shaozhong. Maybe she will marry an old man and walk into the abyss.

Zicong, you must understand me, right?

Fang Jiamei looks at the ceiling and her tears fall into the pillow

Mo Yiheng waited on the dining table for an hour, but he still didn't move when he lay on his side. He couldn't help but stand up and walk towards the door. When he raised his hand and just wanted to knock, it was like some kind of induction. The door opened from the inside.

Fang Jiamei raised a professional fake smile, "what's the matter, Mr. Mo?"

She was still wearing his shirt, her hair was tied up, and her face didn't feel like she had just woken up.

Let Mo Yiheng feel, she has been listening to the outside behind the door.

This is, shy?

Mo Yiheng slightly raised his eyes, put his hands into his pocket, looking at her natural opening: "don't you mean to get the certificate quickly?"

"Ah?" Fang Jia Mei Leng for a moment, and then reaction, "that we want to go back to the new city?"

They are all foreigners, so they can't get married, can they?

Mo Yiheng's eyes darkened, and then shook his head: "no, you give me your certificate, I'll deal with it."

"Oh." Fang Jiamei turned back and took her ID card. When she ran out last night, she wanted to marry this man, so she brought it out.

It's just

Holding her certificate, Fang Jiamei still hesitated a little.

Married, she is really the man's wife, but they don't know each other very well.

Looking at her standing there thoughtfully, Mo Yiheng gently leaned on the doorframe and said plainly: "if you regret it, just say it. Although I lack a wife, I won't force anyone."

She hesitated so much because of Zicong?

But why did she suddenly agree to marry him?

Fang Jiamei clenched her lips, turned and walked towards him, reached out and handed him the certificate, "I have no regrets."

……

Mo Yiheng's action is very fast, a day's time marriage certificate was done down, two red books appear in front of Fang Jiamei.

In the small photo, she and Mo Yiheng are nestling together. She is very happy with her smile.

But She didn't even go out.

Fang Jiamei's heart gushed out a feeling of extra discomfort. Looking at the man in front of her, her voice trembled unconsciously, "this picture?"

Why are there two of them?

Mo Yiheng lowered his eyes, his face as usual, "P's."

P's?

Fang Jiamei frowned and looked at the little picture again. It seemed that it was taken somewhere, and P's was too real, even her hair was very real.

"Miss Fang." Mo Yiheng saw that she had been staring at the picture and opened her mouth in a low voice.

"Well?" Fang Jiamei just looked at him and put her marriage certificate on the table.

Mo Yiheng is sitting on the opposite sofa lazily, holding his head with one hand, watching her insipid, but it seems to be hiding something, "since I'm married, we'll make it clear that I'm the president of the company, and I may live here all the time in the future. You don't need to do anything to marry me. Just maintain my image, and I'll give you love and love Everything you want, you can relax and treat me as your husband. "

He said clearly and directly, let Fang Jiamei Leng Leng, then nodded.