mtl008 Chapter 160 He is really a wife slave
Chapter 160 He is really a wife slave
Xiao Wang's mouth was wide open, and he stood there in a daze. Le An couldn't stand it any longer, so he lifted his chin and forced his mouth shut.
"It's quite a big deal." Xiao Wang said softly.
"Come, look at me," the staff member taking the photo shouted.
Xia Yang turned to look at the camera. The staff held the camera and waited for a long time, but still couldn't press the shutter.
"Yan... uh, Mr. Fu, could you please take your eyes off your lover for a moment? Look at my camera. The photo for the marriage certificate needs to show the front of your face."
Xia Yang covered her mouth and laughed secretly. Fu Xiuyan took one last look at Xia Yang, held her hand, and gently pinched Xia Yang's fingertips. Then he looked in the direction of the camera and smiled apologetically: "Sorry."
The staff member was almost sent away by his idol's smile. He took a deep breath and silently recited the Heart Clearing Mantra several times before he calmed down.
"You can get closer," she reminded.
The two of them tilted their heads slightly towards each other. Fu Xiuyan exhaled deeply, and Xia Yang heard it and suddenly laughed. Fu Xiuyan seemed to have eyes on the side of his body. When Xia Yang smiled, he smiled too, his eyes seemed to be filled with stars.
"Click!" Frozen in this moment.
Absolutely perfect. Both of them are exceptionally good-looking, with every angle perfect. The lighting was also excellent today; the photos didn't even need any adjustment, and they were already far superior to those retouched photos.
"It's so beautiful!" the staff member couldn't help but exclaim. The printer connected to the camera was already printing photos, and her colleagues in the living room had already taken out two red notebooks, waiting for the photos to be pasted and stamped.
"Thank you." Fu Xiuyan smiled kindly: "My wife is indeed very beautiful."
The staff member was slightly stunned, then laughed and said, "As expected of the God of Banquet, he is truly a wife slave." As soon as she said that, she realized that she had let the cat out of the bag, so she quickly covered her mouth and walked quickly towards her colleague.
When Fu Xiuyan and Xia Yang returned to the living room hand in hand, the newly-issued marriage certificate was ready. Two staff members stood up and handed them their lifelong commitment: "I wish you two a happy wedding and a long and happy marriage!"
"Thank you." Fu Xiuyan carefully took the marriage certificate, opened it, and looked at the two names listed side by side, as well as the very intimate photo. He couldn't get enough of it.
It wasn't until the two staff members said goodbye that Fu Xiuyan came back to his senses.
After they packed up their things, Xia Yang asked the woman who had taken their photo, "Do you want a photo?"
The lady was surprised, her face full of excitement that she couldn't hide: "Is it possible?"
Xia Yang nodded: "Of course. I also want to thank you today. Give me your phone and I will take a picture of you."
When the staff member called him "Yan Shen," Xia Yang knew it was another fan of Fu Xiuyan. After getting to know Fu Xiuyan, he found that no matter where he went, he always ran into his fans. Why hadn't he noticed before?
Fu Xiuyan opened his mouth to say something, but before he could open his mouth, the fan said, "Mr. Xia, can we come together?" His eyes were full of expectation. Fu Xiuyan was particularly satisfied with his fans.
The three of them took a photo together. Le An gave each of them a box of candy and a box of chocolate.
Le An and Xiao Wang saw them off. Before they left, a fan hesitantly asked, "Are you two planning a secret marriage?"
Fu Xiuyan hadn't thought about this question. Forget about it, even the fact that he and Xia Yang were married was still like a dream to him.
Xia Yang didn't really care about keeping his marriage secret. It was just that Fu Xiuyan was always worried about his safety and didn't want him to be exposed to the public. Plus, not making it public also saved him a lot of trouble.
"It should be for now."
"Okay, don't worry, we will keep this a secret and will never tell anyone."
"Then I'll trouble you two." Fu Xiuyan nodded in thanks.
Soon the newlyweds were the only ones left in the living room.
Fu Xiuyan opened the marriage certificate and looked at it with a silly smile, then looked at Xia Yang with a silly smile.
"Xia Xia, slap me, hit me quickly." Fu Xiuyan put Xia Yang's hand on his face.
"Are you stupid?"
"Am I dreaming? I dreamed of marrying you. Please wake me up."
Xia Yang curled her lips, "Okay, I'll wake you up." Then, like a little beast, she grabbed Fu Xiuyan by the collar, pushed him against the wall, and kissed him forcefully on the lips, prying open his teeth. She thrust her nipple deep into Fu Xiuyan's mouth, teasing him intensely. The only sounds in the room were the intimate kisses and heavy breathing.
The two people who had just returned from seeing the guests off happened to see this scene and quickly turned around and left.
After walking a distance away, Xiao Wang said, "Wow, I didn't expect our little... boss lady to be so fierce."
Le An frowned: "Why don't you just call him by his original name?"
Xiao Wang pondered, "I also think this address is awkward, but after all, they're a legally recognized husband and wife... Isn't it inappropriate to still call him 'Young Master'? How about 'Young Boss'? 'Young Mister'?" Xiao Wang still remembered how Xia Yang's students had mistaken their teacher for Xia Yang's father because of the "Young Master" he called her. He still felt resentful.
Le An sneered, "It's just a title. Do you really need to delve into it so deeply? Aren't you being a bit flattering?"
It wasn't a pleasant thing to say. But Xiao Wang didn't mind. Instead, he gave a heartfelt lecture: "This isn't flattery; it's emotional intelligence. Otherwise, how do you think I got promoted from a driver to a personal assistant? Just like just now. I told you to take me to your house and not go back. But you refused! You were as stubborn as a donkey, rushing in and I couldn't stop you. The gentleman was so overwhelmed by the young master's enthusiasm that he didn't see that we were spoiling the fun. Otherwise? Don't worry, your bonus is at stake!"
Le An scratched his head and said nothing.
"Is there something shameful in your house? Are you so afraid of others coming to your house?"
"No."
"So just now, I said I was going to your house, and you ran away. What does that mean?"
Le An blushed, and after a long pause, he said, "I didn't hear you clearly. Let's go now." Of course, he wouldn't say that when Xiao Wang suggested going to his house, all he could think of was the scene from a soap opera he'd recently watched: "A single man and a single woman, one saying to the other: Can I come to your house for a cup of coffee?"
He shuddered at the thought.