Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

Her ancestral grave was dug up by them - this news was too shocking.

Even when Cheng Ying arrived at the Civil Affairs Bureau, he could hardly smile and his face was tense.

From time to time, his eyes were full of apology when he looked at Jingzhi.

Fatty too.

To be honest, the two of them have known her for such a long time and know that she is straightforward and not someone who acts without purpose.

So, this matter... is really inevitable.

"Hey, Brother Ying, you didn't dig it up, and you had no involvement, so why are you making that expression?"

The fat man patted Cheng Ying's back twice and pushed him directly to Jingzhi's side. "Take pictures. I should feel guilty. I will apologize to my sister-in-law later."

Jingzhi never expected the two people to react so strongly. She coughed lightly and pointed at the photographer who was adjusting the camera.

This kind of thing doesn't seem to be a good thing to say in a public institution.

The fat man immediately covered his mouth and leaned against the wall to watch the two people taking pictures.

Jingzhi was fine, every smile she showed was sweet and lovely, but Cheng Ying couldn't get into the mood.

Either he closed his eyes when taking the photo, or he pursed his lips and secretly looked at her.

The film was almost finished and the cameraman almost gave up.

Fortunately, the fat man was very good at handling things and took the opportunity to push a pack of Marlboro towards him. "Brother, calm down. This is his first time getting a marriage certificate and he's a little nervous."

Young people are great, the cameraman immediately lowered his eyebrows and looked at him with a smile, "Oh, it's always like this when you first come here, you get nervous easily."

"It's okay, I'll wait for them to adjust."

Jingzhi on the other side kissed Cheng Ying in front of everyone and whispered something to him.

The fat man couldn't hear it, but he could see it clearly from Cheng Ying's relaxed expression and raised mouth corners.

He patted the photographer's shoulder, pointed at the smiling Cheng Ying, and urged in a low voice, "Alright, go quickly, now is the time!"

"Got it!"

Holding the camera, the photographer quietly moved to the front. Jingzhi caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye, but did not alert Cheng Ying.

She tilted her head slightly and smiled at him.

He was attracted by her smile and not only did he not notice the photographer, his expression was also a little dazed.

One second, two seconds, the wrinkles between his brows slowly relaxed, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously began to rise.

Jingzhi placed her hands on her knees and quietly made an OK gesture to the photographer.

"Click!" There was a soft sound.

A perfect wedding photo is freshly taken.

Against the red background, the newlyweds look at each other with smiles on their faces, and it is obvious that they are very affectionate.

The photographer studied the picture, shaking his head and clicking his tongue.

The fat man scratched his head and leaned over. "No way, my Eagle brother closed his eyes again? Didn't we get to take the photo?"

Photographer: “…No.”

His head was pushed away by the fat man, who laughed as soon as he took a look at the camera.

He gave a thumbs-up to the two people across from him, "That's it!"

"Is it okay?" He confirmed with the cameraman excitedly.

The cameraman raised an eyebrow. "Can a man say no? This is the best shot they've ever taken."

He waved towards Jingzhi and said, "Ms. Lin, if you want to come and take a look, I think it's fine. If there's no problem, use this one."

The stool used for taking wedding photos was a stool with long legs and a narrow surface. Cheng Ying was afraid that she would be unstable when getting down, so he put his arm around her waist and walked over with her. The photographer gave him a half-smile.

He thought the man was unwilling to get the marriage certificate, but it turned out he was worrying too much.

"It looks good." Jingzhi's smile remained unchanged. She turned around and glanced at Cheng Ying behind her. "What do you think?"

Cheng Ying kept his eyes on her and gave her a thumbs up.

Jingyi choked and her face turned slightly red. Was this person praising her or the photo?

The fat man chuckled, making her feel awkward and nudging Cheng Ying's abdomen with her elbow. "I'm talking about photos. You only take them once in a lifetime, right?"

Cheng Ying nodded, quietly hooked her fingers with his right hand, and held them tightly, with the smile between his eyebrows becoming even wider. Was she indirectly promising him that they would grow old together?

[Just this once.] He lip-read silently.

The photographer immediately realized that the man was mute.

He had just been yelling at him, and the photographer felt so guilty that he wanted to slap himself in the face when he thought about it in the middle of the night.

He softened his tone and waved at the two of them awkwardly, "Once you've confirmed, go out and sit for a while. There aren't many people here today, so just wait a while and someone will bring the certificate to you."

Fatty: "Ha, I told you guys to spread candy every day, now you're kicked out!"

Cheng Ying's face instantly turned stern, and he started to sign:

[I think your skin is itchy again! ]

The fat man ran while raising his fist at him cowardly, "I don't understand what you are talking about. Wait for me to practice more! If I practice more, I will be able to beat you!"

"Maybe in the next life." She whispered.

Cheng Ying held her hand and walked slowly behind her, and just as he was comforted by her words, he raised his eyebrows.

[You trust me so much? The fat guy can bench press over 1 pounds.] He pointed at the fat guy, made a dumbbell-lifting gesture, and then made a .

"What's the use?" She used to hug his arm, and now Jingzhi pinched his arm, "Don't look at your thin waist, the muscles on your arm are harder than his."

"Besides, didn't I teach you when I was home? You can use a little force to move a lot. Even if he's bigger than you, we're not afraid of him."

【Will you teach me, or should I teach you? 】

Jingzhi groaned and pushed up the sleeves of his shirt. "If you're not convinced, how about a fight?"

Cheng Ying immediately admitted defeat, she was not alone now.

You taught me.

Feeling the warm palm behind her waist, she snorted, clenched her right fist, and gently hit his chest, saying:

"You know the truth."

……

Four p.m.

It was still early for dinner, but half of the seats at Fatty's Grilled Fish Restaurant were already full.

They chose a corner seat and sat down.

Cheng Ying had agreed not to drink alcohol, so the fat man had no choice but to ask the employees to bring sour plum juice and coconut juice.

【I Want Water】written by Cheng Ying.

【Warm Water】He tapped the two words twice with his pen to emphasize them and pointed at Jingzhi.

"I can drink sour plum juice!" Her eyelids twitched and she immediately raised her hand.

"I know you know your limits." Cheng Ying took the warm water from the waiter and handed it to her, "I'll warm your stomach first."

"……It's so kind of you."

The waiter had not left yet, and Jingzhi, feeling guilty, called him back and told him that the drinks had to be at room temperature.

As soon as the fat man objected, he was immediately rejected by Cheng Ying with a look.

While Jingzhi was still explaining the taste and side dishes of the grilled fish, Cheng Ying quietly wrote a message to the fat man.

[Have you sold all the goods from before the gang disbanded?]

The fat man leaned his elbow on the armrest, leaned his head over, and whispered in Cheng Ying's ear:

"No, it wasn't too late. I was just about to sell it when the boss was arrested."

[No matter how much you have taken, as long as it is still in your hands, I just hope you will return it to her.]

The fat man picked at his fingers in embarrassment, "Brother Ying, you know me well. It would only take a few minutes for me to return her, but how do you know what the other brothers are thinking?"

Cheng Ying thought for a while and wrote:

Tell me who took the things, and I'll ask them for them.

"What are you talking about? Why are you so serious?" She turned back with a smile.

The fat man immediately put on a Maitreya Buddha expression and said, "It's okay, let's talk about ball."

"Oh."