Getting a marriage certificate... ...
This is a very important matter.
Once the certificate is obtained, it means that the couple becomes a legal husband and wife, and the marital relationship is protected by law.
"Ms. Zhong and I are getting married soon, and now there are only two months left. Should we get the certificate first?" Chu Fang lying on the workstation, fell into deep thought, "But... ...I don't know what Ms. Zhong thinks?"
"Then should I tell Ms. Zhong to get the documents done first? Ms. Zhong is a conservative person, will she agree?"
Chu Fang fell into entanglement.
Getting a certificate is a big deal, and the opinions of both parties must be considered... ...
He tilting head looked at Cai Guan: "Little fatty, can I ask you something?"
"What's the matter, Brother Chu?"
"How did you convince Jiang Wenzhen to get the certificate?"
Cai Guan replied: "I didn't say it, my mother said it."
Chu Fang rolled his eyes: "Mommy's boy."
"Brother Chu, you want to get the certificate."
"I don't."
"You do, I guessed it." Cai Guan's tone was affirmative, "But you don't know Ms. Zhong's opinion, so you're very entangled."
Chu Fang: "Then do you know what I'm thinking now?"
"You want to kill me because I guessed these things."
"Then what do you think you should do?"
"Shut up." Cai Guan quickly covered his mouth.
"Chu! Fang!" Jiang Wenzhen's voice was unrestrained, "You are bullying my Guanguan again."
Chu Fang: "... ..."
Who is bullying whom?
Is there no good person in this world?
Chu Fang spent the whole morning thinking about getting the certificate.
At noon, he ordered a bowl of Longjiang pig's feet rice, and poked the pig's feet rice with chopsticks.
Zhong Tingyue asked: "Mr. Chu, what's wrong with you? You're absent-minded."
"I'm pondering."
"Pondering what?"
"Why is the sky blue? Why is the grass green? Why is there infighting between people... ..."
"Is there an answer?"
"Yes."
"What is it?"
Chu Fang stared blankly: "I'm brain-damaged to think about these questions, and you're brain-damaged to ask me for the answer."
Zhong Tingyue: "... ..."
What a good move of Seven Injury Fist, hurting others and hurting yourself.
After lunch, Chu Fang stretched: "I want to take a walk, you go up first."
"Oh." Zhong Tingyue nodded and then returned to the studio.
Chu Fang ordered a cup of iced Americano at Starbucks downstairs: "It's so bitter, how can anyone like this bitter stuff?"
"Because what can make adults addicted is definitely not sweets. You don't like it because you haven't experienced the hardships of life." A middle-aged man next to him said.
"That makes sense!" Chu Fang thought for a while and nodded, then sighed, "Maybe I will never experience the hardships of life in my life, and I regret the lack of life experience."
After speaking, he drank the iced Americano and then left here.
Leaving the middle-aged man twitching the corner of his mouth in the sun: "That kid is obviously rich. I shouldn't have talked to him and let him show off."
Recently, the temperature in Shanghai has been hovering around thirty-two or three degrees, and it is still very hot.
Chu Fang drove around in his car, and inexplicably came to the nearby Civil Affairs Bureau, where many couples and couples gathered outside.
It's not even two o'clock yet, and these people are waiting outside for the opening to get their certificates.
He sat on a roadside chair, observing the faces of these men and women, and finally came to a shocking fact: these people are all here to get divorced, not a single one is getting married.
These men and women are all glaring at each other. If eyes could kill, the other half might have been killed thousands of times.
"Huh... ..." Chu Fang breathed, "This is the true portrayal of marriage today."
At this moment, a taxi stopped in front of him, and a couple came down. Both sides glared at each other. Seeing that the Civil Affairs Bureau was not open, they sat on either side of Chu Fang.
"You still don't have time planning." The wife was dressed charming.
The husband kept his crew cut: "You have good time planning. You planned to go to another man's bed. You are really a time management master."
Wife: "Who told you to be incompetent? My old lady's youth was wasted on you in vain. I haven't gotten anything after following you for so long."
The husband replied: "Don't be insatiable. I have given you a lot. There are three to five hundred million a night."
Chu Fang: "... ..."
No, don't you two treat me like an outsider?
Say more, I love to listen.
But the wife was so angry that she panting, and then received a phone call, sweetly saying: "Baby, I'm at the Civil Affairs Bureau, come here quickly."
Hearing this, the husband's face was gloomy, with an unspeakable loss.
After a while, a BMW stopped in front, and a short and thin man came down. The charming wife held the short and thin man's arm: "Honey, you're here."
The short and thin man patted the woman's hand, then turned his eyes to the man and said, "I said, if you agree to divorce, I will give you 500,000, but you refuse to agree and insist on dragging on. Now that the cooling-off period has passed, you will eventually divorce. And you won't get 500,000."
The man was silent.
Then the charming wife held the short and thin man's arm and sat next to her. The two of them were in public, talking about the fun things tonight.
Chu Fang felt that the surrounding atmosphere solidified, took out chewing gum and handed it to the crew-cut man, who took it: "Thank you."
"It's okay." Chu Fang said, "Do you want to retaliate against them?"
"Ah? What do you mean?" The crew-cut man looked at him.
Chu Fang took out the car key from his pocket and waved: "Slap the faces of those adulterous couple."
"No need." The crew-cut man shook his head, but suddenly changed his mind, "Okay."
Chu Fang and the two sat on the bench and said nothing. When the Civil Affairs Bureau opened, the crew-cut man and his wife entered the Civil Affairs Bureau and quickly completed the procedures.
In the surprised eyes of his wife and the short and thin man, the crew-cut man got into a luxury Bentley and then drove away.
The charming woman couldn't believe it, her pupils were full of regret.
After the charming woman and the short and thin man left, the Bentley drove back and stopped in front of Chu Fang.
The crew-cut man got out of the car and handed the car key to Chu Fang: "Thank you."
"It's a small matter." He didn't take it seriously. "Doesn't this feeling of face-slapping feel good?"
The crew-cut man shook his head: "No, she is after all the woman I once loved."
"Do you regret getting married?" Chu Fang asked.
The crew-cut man shook his head: "Whatever you choose is wrong, whatever you choose is right, there is no regret."
"I'm just sometimes very helpless, why can't I be as rich as you and give her a rich life,"
Chu Fang said: "Poor people have poor ways of living, rich people have rich lives, it's not much different."
Hearing this, the crew-cut man asked: "How much does your car cost?"
"I don't remember very clearly, five or six million."
The crew-cut man smiled, then stood up: "I have something else to do, I'll take a step first, thank you for your help, I'm very grateful."
After speaking, the crew-cut man hailed a taxi and left the Civil Affairs Bureau.
Chu Fang sat outside the Civil Affairs Bureau all afternoon, watching the men and women coming and going to get their certificates. Some couples regarded each other as enemies, some couples were relieved, some couples looked at each other, and their faces showed smiles of well-being... ...
A hundred people have a hundred faces, and everyone has different expressions.
As the sun set, Zhong Tingyue prepared to get off work, and Jiang Wenzhen complained: "Sister Zhong, you should take care of Chu Fang, he went out to play again this afternoon."
"No." Zhong Tingyue refused.
"Why?"
"Because he is your boss's husband."
Jiang Wenzhen: "... ..."
Zhong Tingyue returned home and saw Chu Fang leaning against the window, staring at the glow in the west.
Chu Fang turned around: "Ms. Zhong, let's get the certificate."
"No."
