Chapter 883
Leng Chenmo was the last one to get out of the car. After closing the car door, he walked over to Tang Zhou, “Let’s go, Tangtang.”
“Damn it, don’t you know to call me Xiao Zhou? What’s with Tangtang? If I called you Leng Leng, would you like it?”
“The Tang from candy.”
Tang Zhou: “!!!”
Did he look like a piece of candy?
Inside the civil affairs bureau, Ye Xingguang and Ye Junqing were sitting at one service window, and Leng Chenmo with Tang Zhou at another. The marriage process was very simple—for state-assigned partners like them, they didn’t even need to fill out any forms. They simply handed in their assigned marriage certificate, took wedding photos, had the marriage certificate photographed, and the civil affairs bureau issued their marriage certificates.
The photographer, holding a DSLR camera, said, “Smile a little more naturally, particularly Mr. Ye; your smile is a bit stiff.”
Ye Junqing was irritated. It had been three minutes and the photographer hadn’t taken a single photo, just kept saying his expression was wrong. Was his smile really that stiff?
Ye Xingguang noticed his slightly furrowed brows and knew his patience was down to 0.000000001%!
If the photographer annoyed him any further, he guessed he’d probably stop wanting to take the photo.
Worried, Ye Xingguang suddenly tiptoed and quickly pecked the impatient man on the cheek.
Ye Junqing was stunned for a moment and then, unable to contain it, his thin lips curved into a beautiful arc.
Ye Xingguang’s face turned red, and seeing herself laugh in the camera lens, she felt even more amused; the joy at the corner of her lips was uncontrollable.
“Click, OK, very perfect.”
The photographer, checking the photo he just took, had just finished his sentence when Ye Junqing leaned forward, supported the back of her head, and turned a light peck into a deep, lingering kiss…
Ahem.
The photographer immediately lifted his DSLR camera again, clicking several photos of the two, even though such posture photos couldn’t be developed into wedding photos. But he liked capturing these kinds of moments.
Tang Zhou stood by, extremely nervous, sternly warned Leng Chenmo, “Underling, listen, you’d better not spring any surprises here. This isn’t home; it’s public. We need to maintain our image, not indulge ourselves like Xingguang and Brother Qing!”
“Okay.”
When Ye Junqing nonchalantly finished kissing her, pulling her to wait for the photos, Leng Chenmo pulled Tang Zhou in front of the camera. Then, he suddenly whispered to Tang Zhou, “You don’t think last night was more than just okay, do you?”
Tang Zhou: Hold it in! Hold it in! You must hold it in!
“Click! Perfect, both of you have very expressive smiles!” the photographer said, making Tang Zhou’s face uncontrollably turn red.
Was he smiling just now? Was he?
Damn it! The underling was cheating too much! Even more than Brother Qing and Xingguang!
Later, the person responsible for finalizing the photos developed the couples’ photos and even gave Ye Junqing and Ye Xingguang a few extra printed photos. Holding the small picture, Ye Xingguang stared at her own image, her face flushed red, but she still held out her hand to Ye Junqing, “Give me your wallet.”
After he handed her the wallet, she joyfully stuffed one of the extra photos that she was most satisfied with into his wallet.
Then, together, they went to collect their marriage certificate.
They soon had the marriage certificate in hand. Seeing the photo of two happy people on it, her heart felt even more beautiful. Finally, having the marriage certificates in hand, she felt a mix of elation and surreal contentment. Oh, the settled feeling of everything falling into place was incredibly grounding.