Jiuye's little wife is sweet and sassy

Chapter 4 Go to the Civil Affairs Bureau
The spring breeze blows, and the breath is full of the fragrance of flowers and plants.

Wearing a white dress, Yan Ruoxue stood quietly in the community with a smile on her face.

Lined tall buildings, small rockery fountains, lush lawns, unnamed flowers, wooden benches... everything in front of me is so familiar, yet so strange.

Familiar, because she has lived here.

Strange, because everything here only exists in distant memory for her.

This is Uncle Jiu's home.

Tomorrow, no!From tonight, this is the home she shares with Uncle Jiu!
Home... she liked the word.

If there is a mother in this family and several children, it will be even more perfect.

Taking a deep breath, Yan Ruoxue tightly held the strap of the small bag, and walked towards the corridor with a smile on her face.

Happiness is earned by yourself!

Looking at the familiar door, Yan Ruoxue rang the doorbell excitedly.

Open the door, walk in, see Uncle Jiu, the two happily go to get a marriage certificate together, and then... live happily ever after!

perfect!

"Ding dong! Ding dong!"

Yan Ruoxue tidied up her skirt nervously.

"Ding dong! Ding dong!"

Yan Ruoxue took out the small mirror from her bag and checked her makeup.

"Ding dong! Ding dong!"

Yan Ruoxue frowned slightly, doubts flashed in her eyes, could Uncle Jiu be taking a bath?
"Ding dong... ding dong..."

Yan Ruoxue waited anxiously. Could it be that Uncle Jiu didn't want to see her?
After hesitating for a moment, Yan Ruoxue said loudly, "Uncle Nine...you open the door, I'm Xiaoxue."

"..."

The door did not open, and no one answered in the room.

Thinking of what Uncle Jiu said in the hospital on the day of rebirth, Yan Ruoxue hesitated, and said, "I know I was wrong, so don't be angry, okay?"

"..."

There was still silence in the corridor.

At this moment, Yan Ruoxue felt what is called 'a second is like a year', "I apologize for what I said that day. What I said that day was not true. I...will marry you. Open the door, okay?"

"Uncle Jiu...you open the door."

"Uncle Jiu, I'm here to get your marriage certificate from you today."

Looking at the still closed door, Yan Ruoxue gritted her teeth and said, "Uncle Jiu, open the door, okay?"

Still unable to wait for an answer, Yan Ruoxue pinched her leg hard, her voice choked up, and said, "Uncle Jiu, if you don't open the door, I will be very sad."

"Xiaoxue? Why are you here?"

A male voice full of doubts sounded at the corner of the corridor. Yan Ruoxue paused, and turned around slowly. When she saw the familiar wheelchair and familiar person, Yan Ruoxue slightly curled her lips, revealing a sweet smile.

"Of course I'm here to find Uncle Jiu."

With eye movements, Yan Ruoxue walked briskly to Jun Wuyong's side.

"Aren't you asking me to come in and sit down?"

As she spoke, Yan Ruoxue skillfully and smoothly picked up the briefcase on Jun Wuyong's lap.

Jun Wuyong's gaze swept over Yan Ruoxue's hands, and after a while, he nodded and said, "Okay."

After getting the answer, Yan Ruoxue walked briskly behind Jun Wuyong, the wheelchair turned, and Jun Wuyong's body froze instantly.

"Open the door."

The girl's voice as clear as a stream 'exploded' in his ears, and Jun Wuyong couldn't help but regain his senses in an instant.

Xiaoxue is right behind him!

She is pushing him!
Did she want to inquire about Jun Zhan's news?
Or do you want to tell him about regretting the marriage?
Yan Ruoxue tilted her head slightly, puzzled, and said, "Uncle Jiu? Open the door."

A dark light flashed in Jun Wuyong's eyes, as if he had made some decision.

"Crack!"

The door opened, and the familiar and unfamiliar furnishings and furniture appeared in front of Yan Ruoxue.

Sure enough, it was as kind and warm as I remembered.

Sky blue curtains, floral fabric sofa, transparent glass dining table, pastoral kitchen utensils... everything here is the way she is familiar with and the way she likes it.

like?

Suddenly, Yan Ruoxue seemed to realize something, and looked down at Jun Wuyong.

Do men like pastoral things?

The floral fabric sofa really doesn't match the handsome man.

And the doll on the couch.

Do men like dolls?
Maybe there is.

But, as far as she knows, he doesn't have this hobby, but in his home alone, there are floral sofas and dolls that she likes... When did they appear?

It seems... She saw this sofa a long time ago. What did she say at that time?
"what do you want to drink?"

The man's deep voice sounded in the room.

Yan Ruoxue came back to her senses and looked at the man next to the refrigerator.

"Orange juice, is it okay?" With that said, the man took out two oranges from the freezer.

Orange juice...that was her favorite drink ever.

In her memory, she could often drink delicious orange juice... At that time, she didn't care.

Later, when she was in a bad mood and wanted to drink another glass of delicious orange juice, she couldn't find that glass of orange juice that was within reach.

She had tasted many, many orange juices, but could never find the original taste again.

"Try it?"

Accompanied by a male voice, a glass of squeezed orange juice appeared in front of Yan Ruoxue.

After recovering, Yan Ruoxue took the orange juice carefully.

The floodgates of memory suddenly opened. Once upon a time, there was a gentle man sitting in a wheelchair who carefully fed her orange juice and whispered softly to make her happy...

The memory of being stupid is vague, but it is also profound.

Fragments of the past flashed in my mind, and a sourness suddenly surged in my heart, and the orange juice in front of my eyes became hazy.

Thank God, let her come back, and let her find the glass of orange juice she once had.

A crystal tear slipped from the corner of his eye and dripped into the orange juice.

"Don't like orange juice? Don't drink it yet."

Accompanied by an anxious male voice, the orange juice on his lips was suddenly 'taken away'.

Yan Ruoxue was slightly taken aback.

A hand with distinct bones suddenly appeared in front of him.

The slightly callused fingertips slid across the cheeks, and the crystal liquid was taken away instantly...

Familiar touch, gentle movements, careful care... The memory overlapped, Yan Ruoxue felt the sourness in her heart was even stronger, the tears burst like a bank, one after another, she couldn't stop it no matter what.

Seeing Xiaoxue crying sadly, Jun Wuyong felt an abnormal pain in his heart.

again!
Crying because of Jun Zhan again!
Rejected him again.

Time and time again, over the years, he's used to it.

However, how can a heart that is used to it still hurt, feel wronged, and feel uncomfortable?
Sure enough, he was delusional.

The corners of Jun Wuyong's mouth were tightly pursed, and after a long time, he said in a hoarse voice, "I'll take care of the matter of congratulations, and as for your marriage with Jun Zhan, Uncle Jiu will also help you find a solution, okay?"

Hearing this, Yan Ruoxue shook her head again and again, no, she wants to marry Uncle Jiu.

Thinking that Xiaoxue didn't believe her own Jun Wuyong, she smiled wryly, and said, "Don't worry, I will always be your uncle Jiu." I won't try to be your husband anymore.

Yan Ruoxue wiped away the tears from her eyes, choked with sobs, and said, "Well, of course you will always be my Uncle Jiu." It's just me!
"Okay." Jun Wuyong smiled wryly in his heart, and said: Just be your uncle.

Seeing that Uncle Jiu agreed, Yan Ruoxue smiled through tears, and said with a happy face, "Let's go." Although the process was different from what she imagined, the result she wanted had to be achieved.

Walk?Jun Wuyong's already numb heart felt a burst of pain again, did she just want to get rid of him so impatiently?

What is so good about Jun Zhan that she is so obsessed with it.

"I will arrange this matter. You wait for the news at home, okay?" If you rashly tell your father that they are not married, it is tantamount to telling his father that we don't want to save your life. Doing so will definitely anger your father , he didn't want her to be in any danger.

Jun Wuyong reassured, saying: "Trust me, I will deal with it as soon as possible."

"You handle it yourself?" Can the marriage registration be handled by yourself?Handle it yourself...who is it registered with?

Jun Wuyong's eyes were sincere, and he said, "Trust me."

Yan Ruoxue pouted her small mouth, and said decisively, "I don't believe it!" How can you believe such a thing!

Hearing this, the expression on Jun Wuyong's face suddenly froze, Xiaoxue doesn't believe him now?

That's right, he said before that he promised her, but he didn't let the person he arranged to meet his father for a long time and refused the marriage.

Although he knew it was very slim, he didn't want to give up. He waited for her arrival with a faint, almost non-existent hope, hoping that she would say that she agreed to marry him.

Now, she is here.

The dream should wake up too.

Even for her own family, her own father, she would not marry him.

He should give up.

Jun Wuyong lowered his eyes slowly, clenched his hands tightly on his knees, he was just a cripple, not worthy of his princess.

"Go!" Yan Ruoxue stood up, grabbed the man's hand, and said in a deep voice, "Go to the Civil Affairs Bureau!"

(End of this chapter)