private marriage

Ling Nuanqing turned her face to look at it. There was still a curling iron on the dressing table. Her hair was slightly curled. If this skill was really compared with those of celebrity makeup artists, it would not be worse.

"Satisfied, looks good."

Ling Shaocheng brought over a skirt, simple and elegant white, and asked Ling Nuanqing to change into it.

When the two went out, the servant followed behind, looking happy.

"Mr. Ling, Miss... No, no, it will be Mrs. Ling from now on."

"Auntie, don't say that." After Ling Nuanqing changed her shoes, the servant clapped her hands with annoyance, "Oh, blame me, I should have prepared a pair of red shoes for you."

"Don't be so particular about it, let's go get a certificate."

When going out, the servant took Ling Nuanqing's arm and asked her to hold onto Ling Shaocheng, "Go out in pairs."

Ming Yue and a bodyguard stood in the yard with their hands behind their backs. Seeing Ling Nuanqing and Ling Shaocheng coming out, they took out their salutes and pointed them at the sky.

Ming Yue twisted his hands, but because of his inexperience, he held the salute without any response.

Ling Nuanqing had already covered her ears with her hands, but when she saw that it was still, she was about to speak when she heard a bang.

The sound of the exploding gun salute resounded throughout the Four Seasons Cloud Top, colorful papers fell down, and Ling Shaocheng hurriedly covered Ling Nuanqing's head with his hands.

It took a long time to get a hairstyle done, and it can't be ruined like this.

"Who thought of it?" It's really vulgar and earthy.

Ming Yue was still studying the salute barrel, "Mr. Ling, isn't it very atmospheric?"

The atmosphere is a mess, if it wasn't because today is a good day for Ling Shaocheng, he would have thrown Ming Yue out a long time ago.

The two went to take a photo of the marriage certificate first. The photographer had made an appointment early in the morning. It stands to reason that this kind of photo is very convenient and can be picked up in a while.

But Ling Nuanqing sat there with a stiff expression and nervousness.

"The bride smiles, with the corners of her mouth raised, for a sweet smile."

Behind her was the bright red background, Ling Shaocheng was next to her, and the photographer was not satisfied even after taking a few pictures.

"The expression is a little unnatural."

Ling Shaocheng leaned closer to Ling Nuanqing's ear, "Just take pictures as usual."

"It's natural for me."

As Ling Nuanqing spoke, she outlined the corners of her mouth, revealing her white teeth. "Isn't it pretty?"

Ling Shaocheng leaned over to kiss her, but Ling Nuanqing hurriedly avoided, blushing, "Don't do that, someone is here."

Ling Shaocheng pointed to the front camera, "Look there."

Ling Nuanqing looked over, he kissed her on the cheek, and then quickly returned to the screen, straightened his back and shoulders, and the photographer pressed the shutter several times in a row.

He came over and showed Ling Shaocheng the photo.

"That's it, it's good."

Ling Nuanqing in the camera is half shy and half angry, Ling Shaocheng really loves her like this.

There are quite a few newcomers from the Civil Affairs Bureau, Ling Shaocheng and Ling Nuanqing are at the back, just like ordinary couples, without any privileges.

The two filled in the information, wrote their names stroke by stroke, and saw the stamp on the red book.

The staff put the marriage certificate in front of them, "Congratulations both of you."

Ling Shaocheng held it in his hand, slowly unfolded it, and saw Ling Nuanqing written on the column of his spouse.

He stroked it with his fingers over and over again, but couldn't get enough of it, Ling Nuanqing pulled down his sleeve.

Ling Shaocheng showed her the marriage certificate, "Does it look good?"

"It's nice, let's go, let's go."

Ling Shaocheng carefully put them into his arms again, and Ling Nuanqing pulled him to the side. "Don't block the people behind."

Before the two were about to leave, Ling Nuanqing handed the bag in her hand to Ling Shaocheng, "I'm going to the bathroom."

"it is good."

Ming Yue came in from the outside and glanced at Ling Nuanqing's back, "Mr. Ling, the reporters are all blocked outside, but they should have taken photos of you and your wife entering the Civil Affairs Bureau, so we can't hide it."

"There's nothing to hide, just stop them from talking too much."

"it is good."

After Ling Nuanqing went to the bathroom, she came to the mirror, and there was a woman standing beside her, she turned on the faucet.

"Are you also here to get a marriage license?"

Ling Nuanqing turned the corners of her lips politely, "Yes."

"I seem to know you."

Ling Nuanqing glanced at the woman's face, she had never seen it before, she took out a piece of paper to dry her hands, and wanted to leave, but the man stopped in front of Ling Nuanqing.

"I recognize you. Ling Shaocheng's drive to madness had a lot to do with you before. You were also very close to Ye Shengjing. I just saw Mr. Ling outside. May I ask if he forgives you and accepts you?"

Ling Nuanqing's eyes lingered on the woman, and finally stared straight at her. Judging by her attire, she should not look like the peach blossom that Ling Shaocheng had provoked before.

Who else could be so interested in a man who is crazy and has nothing?

Ling Nuanqing's guess is correct, this person is the reporter who sneaked in.

She was not annoyed, and even thought that the other party must be recording.

"Yes, he forgave and accepted me."

The female reporter did not expect her to be so calm, "So you are here to get married today?"

"Yes, we are already legally married."

The female reporter picked up the topic very sharply. After all, Ling Shaocheng's marriage is a big event, and it can be regarded as breaking news.

"But don't you think what you did at the time was too much? You almost drove a person to a dead end."

"Yeah, I was wrong at the time, no one to blame, I was in a lot of guilt for a long time, but now we're all coming out."

The female reporter's tone was somewhat aggressive, "Then did you marry Ling Shaocheng because of guilt?"

"No."

"It can't be love, right? If you say you love him, why drive him crazy? Or is it that although his company has collapsed, he is still financially rich? Are you interested in his money?"

Ling Nuanqing looked frank, "Why are you interviewing me here? For justice, or for money?"

The woman was slightly startled, "How is Mr. Ling's condition now? Will he go crazy?"

Ling Shaocheng stood outside and waited, but Ling Nuanqing did not come out, but he heard voices coming from inside.

He heard Mr. Ling's three words, and thought badly, there should be some reporters sneaking in.

"Warm!"

Ling Shaocheng shouted towards the inside.

Ling Nuanqing wanted to pass by the female reporter, "Sorry, my husband called me."

"Then I have to call you Mrs. Ling now. It's just a topic just now. Can you answer it?" The woman stood aside and blocked Ling Nuanqing's way again.

Ling Shaocheng also had no scruples, he didn't care whether it was a women's toilet or a men's toilet, he rushed in quickly.

When the female reporter heard the footsteps and turned her head, Ling Nuanqing rushed forward and threw herself into Ling Shaocheng's arms. She hung the man's neck with her hands and pushed him inside.

"You've gone to the wrong place, get out quickly."

If this scene is filmed and released, I don't know what will happen again.