Chapter 21

"Miss, do you really want to marry this gentleman? You won't be threatened?"

Cheng Ling could see that the aunt was different from those indifferent staff. She was a good person, but she didn't expect her expression to be so serious that even strangers could see it, but along the way, Xi Shiche was not dissatisfied at all.

I don't know if it was her delusion, but as soon as aunt finished her words, she found that Xi Shiche's gaze became more and more dark and fiery. He stared at her with a smile, as if he was threatening, and also wanted to watch a play.

This man, Cheng Ling gritted his teeth secretly, and clenched his delicate fingers into fists.

Suddenly, she hooked Xi Shiche's shoulders with both hands, printed her red lips on it, and clicked, "I am willing."

She was not used to making such a bold move in front of others, she quickly let go of Xi Shiche's Cheng Ling, but she didn't know that when she said she was willing, Xi Shiche's straight back froze, and his black eyes sparkled , the thin lips hooked up slightly.

The procedures were completed very quickly, and the marriage certificate came out in no time. Cheng Ling looked at the marriage certificate and felt a little confused, as if everything was just a dream.

However, the photo on the marriage certificate is really funny. Both of them have painted faces, as if they just came back from a fight.

At this moment, she was in a very complicated mood. She rubbed her thumbs on the photo for a long time. She had imagined many scenes of getting a certificate with Tang Yuze, but she never thought that one day, the people around her would be different.

Suddenly, a pair of thick hands took away the marriage certificate, Cheng Linghu asked, "What are you doing?"

Xi Shiche held the marriage certificate between his fingers, raised his sword eyebrows, and looked arrogantly, "This is my interest. If you want it, you can exchange it for something."

Xi Shiche put them in his pocket, and patted them cautiously, lest they be lost.

Yes, this is not a marriage, but a transaction.

Cheng Ling actually forgot such an important point, she was just one of Xi Shiche's many women.

"Xi Shiche, you have so many women, why did you marry me? It's just a deal, is it necessary?"

Xi Shiche's footsteps stopped, and his eyes were as sharp as a knife when he looked back. Cheng Ling only felt that the temperature around him dropped by ten degrees, and his whole body was chilly.

There was a sarcastic smile on the light cherry lips, and the hidden eyes were like Shara, "A transaction? Since it is a transaction, what right do you have to ask me questions, don't forget your identity."

If she thinks it's a deal, then he will mercilessly ask her for the reward he deserves, the reward he desires most.

When the two walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, the rain had stopped, a rainbow of seven colors hung in the sky, and the whole sky became brighter, but Cheng Ling's heart became even heavier.

Inside the narrow car, the atmosphere was even more eerie, so quiet that even the sound of each other's breathing could be heard.

Looking at the moving scene outside the window, she was a little confused, "Tonight I..."

"Go home, or where do you want to go, huh?"

"No, there's nothing I want to go."

"Then what rules do I have to follow?"

She almost forgot that every woman who is Xi Shiche must follow his rules, but what are his rules? She doesn't know.

Xi Shiche looked at her with deeper eyes, "Your rule is to obey and never betray."

Sure enough, he has Xi Shiche's style, domineering and powerful.

Cheng Ling pursed his lips, saying that he knew, but he was still repelled in his heart.

To swear allegiance to someone you don't love feels like eating a fly.

There was no more conversation between them. Along the way, the silence was penetrating. Xi Shiche's home was halfway up the mountain, and the distance was far away. She fell asleep unknowingly.

The small head was bumped a few times by the car, and then landed on a broad shoulder.

Xi Shiche turned his head to look at Wen Wen's little head leaning on his shoulder, his beautiful willow eyebrows were frowned, his pink lips were slightly pouty, he seemed to be sleeping restlessly, his body was always moving around.

The big palm pressed the restless little head on the thigh, and the elegant fingertips fiddled with her soft hair, revealing the scab wound that had long since scabbed, the white index finger gently stroked, and the black eyes flashed a hint of distress, The tone was helpless but doting, "It's really not reassuring, what should I do with you?"