Chapter 451: Did You Bring Your ID Card and Household Registration Book?

His silver-gray Porsche was parked outside the airport gate. Jian Han watched him open the trunk and put her luggage in.

Her feet were still on the stairs, staring at him in a daze.

Zhou Dayuan turned back and opened the passenger door. He leaned on the door with one hand and looked at her sideways. Perhaps her dazed expression annoyed him, and the man frowned his handsome eyebrows, "Get in the car."

Jian Han put her two small hands in front of her and twisted them, a little at a loss, she asked, "Where are we going?"

Zhou Dayuan pursed his thin lips, stepped out with his long legs and hugged her soft waist, and half-pushed and half-carried her into the passenger seat.

Jian Han tried to escape, "I'm going to miss the flight, the plane is about to take off."

Her small body was held down by him, he bent down, and his beautiful big hand with distinct joints brought the seat belt and fastened it for her. He had no expression and said objectively, "The plane has taken off."

Jian Han was immediately frustrated.

At this time, Zhou Dayuan turned around and sat in the driver's seat. He started the car, and the Porsche smoothly bypassed the circular flowerbed and drove out.

The two did not speak along the way. Jian Han was confused. On the one hand, she didn't know what he wanted to do, and on the other hand, she was worried about Tang Fan.

She glanced sideways, and the man's gentle jade-like face was reflected in the sunset outside the window, with smooth lines. After a pause, she said, "Where did you take Tang Fan? Can you let him go?"

Zhou Dayuan's gentle outline was instantly covered with a layer of frost. Without looking at her, he raised the corners of his lips, smiling, "You didn't talk to me all the way, and you just mentioned this to me? If you can't talk, don't talk, so as not to make me angry."

Jian Han knew that he was really angry. He rarely got angry. Once he was really angry, the consequences would be very serious.

She didn't dare to mention Tang Fan, for fear of really angering him.

Also, how could she refuse to talk to him all the way?

It's just that he's been moody lately, and she doesn't know how to communicate with him...

Jian Han looked out the window, too lazy to ask him where he took her.

At this time, he was the only one who spoke, his low, mellow voice was emotionless, "Did you bring your ID card and household registration book?"

"What?" She was stunned for a moment.

The man concentrated on driving and ignored her. She went back to Singapore, and naturally brought everything she should bring, including her ID card and household registration book.

Just now, he glanced at her, and she seemed angry, with her almond-shaped face as delicate as mutton fat pouting slightly, and he felt soft-hearted.

Then he spoke to her.

In fact, he didn't really want to ask her, it was more like...chatting.

Between the two of them, someone always had to compromise first, someone had to take the initiative to take that step first. He tried to forget the scene between her and Tang Fan at the airport. She was pregnant, and he was willing to be the one who took the initiative.

Jian Han was struck by lightning. She quickly looked out the window. Yes, this was the way to the Civil Affairs Bureau. He...

"Zhou Dayuan, what do you want to do?" Her heartbeat quickened. A guess made her blood rush to her brain.

"Don't you know what you want to do? Are you able to fight for custody with me? If not, give your son a complete home."

His son needs a mother.

And he needs a wife.

Jian Han's eyelashes fluttered like a palm leaf fan. A voice in her heart told her that yes, Zhou Dayuan took her to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a marriage certificate. He was going to marry her!

"But didn't you say you were tired of playing? Didn't you say I wasn't as young and beautiful as other women? Don't you have a new girlfriend? And you once told me that even if I was pregnant, you..."

He didn't believe the child was his either.

A few days ago, he was so bad to her, as if he really hated her. She couldn't adapt to it for a while, and he was going to marry her again.

What on earth was he thinking?

Zhou Dayuan parked the car in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau. He got out of the car, walked around the car body and opened the door of the passenger seat. The woman was still confused. He stretched out his right hand and wrapped her soft and boneless little hand tightly in his palm. The two of them stepped up the stairs one after the other and entered the hall of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Jian Han thought he would not speak, but when she entered the hall, she heard his voice, "No, I have no one... If you don't make me angry in the future, I will consider not saying those words anymore."

The two came out of the Civil Affairs Bureau without saying a word. Jian Han was still in a trance. The two red little books were put away by him. He didn't let her touch them, but she knew that they were their marriage certificates. She and he were really married.

When the car stopped, Jian Han looked and saw that it was his apartment.

Her little hand was held by him again. The man walked in front, his body as tall as a pine tree.

Jian Han looked at his tall back, and her fair little face was a little red. Her long eyelashes trembled, and then fell quietly on her eyelids. She was really going to start a married life with him.

The two entered the apartment. Zhou Dayuan put the suitcase on the floor of the bedroom. He bent down and opened the suitcase.

There were not many things in the suitcase, just a set of clothes, a few sets of underwear, and a stack of books. It didn't look like a woman's suitcase at all. There were very few things.

He took out her clothes and put them in.

Jian Han quickly stepped forward, squatted down, and stretched out her two small hands to cover her clothes. She blushed and refused softly, "No, I will pack it myself."

Zhou Dayuan looked at her appearance. She was wearing a blue dress, which made her body look slender and soft. Her silky hair was tied low. A strand of hair was entangled in her neck, got into the collar, and stuck to her chest.

Zhou Dayuan rolled his Adam's apple and automatically ignored her, ignoring the underwear in her suitcase, red, black and lace, a woman's taste.

He let go and let her pack it herself.

Jian Han was in a hurry to pack it up because she didn't know where to put it. Finally, she found the closet, opened the door, covered her small storehouse with her slender hands, and stuffed it into an inconspicuous corner.

She wanted to turn around, but found a chest pressed against her. At some point, he was standing behind her.

She was so embarrassed that she didn't know what to do. His long arm stretched out and hung one of her coats to dry on the hanger. The man's low-pitched voice echoed in her ears, soft and light, "There is a cloakroom next door. I have asked someone to do it." You have prepared the clothes for this season. Although I know your size, I don’t know your preferences. Besides, you are pregnant and will wear cotton clothes in the future. I will drive you to the mall in a few days. Buy whatever you want.”

She nodded vigorously as she listened. In fact, she didn't know what he said specifically, but she was afraid that the atmosphere would cool down and they would be embarrassed.

At this time, she saw his right hand reaching out and picking up the things she had hidden just now, "You should wear less of these things. You are pregnant, so I have to restrain that aspect. If you dress like this, I won't be able to hold it anymore." If you really like it, you can wear it after your son is born.”

Jian Han's little face turned red. She really didn't know how this man spoke.

Maybe he was just explaining a fact, but she was blushing. Why didn't he avoid some topics, knowing that she was thin-skinned?

When Jian Han's cheeks felt hot, the man moved away a little, "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat tonight?"

Jian Han shook his head and said without comment, "Whatever."

When Jian Han came down the stairs, she saw Zhou Dayuan standing in the kitchen with soup simmering in the pot. He lowered his eyes, holding a small spoon in one hand and squeezing yogurt into the crystal plate with the other.

People say that men who can cook are the most handsome, and Jian Han deeply agrees. In her eyes and heart, Zhou Dayuan will always be the most handsome.

At this time, he was still wearing the thin cyan sweater, and the casual trousers with hems outlined his perfect waist. The man's body was tall and handsome, his temperament was as gentle as jade, and his drooping clear-ink eyebrows were even more focused and soft. He is like a quiet painting on the wall.

Even after knowing each other for all these years, Jian Han would still fall in love with the quietness he showed unintentionally, and she would still blush for him and her heart beat.

Ning Qing said a few days ago that he treated her so badly, and when he turns around in the future, she will torture him.

At that time, she just laughed and didn't answer, how cruel she was. Every memory she had was of him being nice to her. Just like a few days ago, he bullied her so much that he himself became red-eyed.

She couldn't remember his bad qualities, only how good he was to her.

What's more, what is her situation now? She has his child in her belly, and he is willing to have her and marry her. She is already happy.

Other women would use their children to make a show of things, but she couldn't do it. Between them, it was always the case that if he wanted it, she would give it.

The most important thing is, how old is he this year and how old is she? He is 33 and she is 32. All the beautiful years in life have been wasted time and again in the years. This time she wants to catch him, hold him firmly, and then Don't let go either.

Jian Han walked into the kitchen and stood by the door blankly looking at him.

Zhou Dayuan has sharp eyesight. He noticed it when she came down the stairs. The admiration in her eyes that had not been withdrawn was also captured by him. The man had no emotions, but his two heroic eyebrows were raised and he looked at her quietly, "Come and wash your hands." ,ready to eat."

Jian Han blushed, she always acted like a little fool in front of him.

The pool was beside him, and he didn't move when she walked over. The two of them were so close that her slender arms even scratched his sweater and passed over his lean and flat belly. She became more and more panicked, and her little head Hang low, turn on the faucet, and just wash your hands.

At this time, a big hand came to her soft waist. Before she could tremble, she was hugged into his arms from behind. The man smiled, "How old are you? Can you still wet your sleeves by washing your hands?"

Jian Han wanted to burrow into the ground. What was she talking about? She was such a little fool. She didn't know how to roll up her sleeves when she washed her hands. Her sleeves were really wet.

She wanted to roll up her sleeves, but it was too late. The man's two beautiful big hands came to her sleeves, flipped and folded them skillfully, and rolled up her sleeves.

Her two weak and boneless little hands were wrapped by him. He squeezed some hand sanitizer and held her little hands to help her wash them.

Jian Han bit her pink lips, well, what should I do if she feels sweet?

After washing his hands, he turned off the faucet, but she didn't move, because the man held her and didn't move. His low-mellow and soft voice whispered in her ears, "Eat some fruit before meals. Don't you like sour food? I'll make it for you." The yogurt pudding should taste pretty good, give it a try.”

Jian Han raised her eyes and saw that there was indeed yogurt pudding in the crystal plate. Cherry, strawberry and various fresh puddings were topped with a layer of yogurt and some sugar was added. It should be delicious sour and sweet.