Chapter 6 Receive the Certificate

　　The Civil Affairs Bureau, this organization was unfamiliar to Lan Su, like forcing a woodcutter with an ax to pick up an embroidery needle.

　　Likewise, Huo Yan is also unfamiliar - even though she has been married three times.

　　"I said, Mr. Huo."

　　Outside the studio, assistant Jiang Feng hesitated to speak, but finally spoke:

　　"Actually, you don't need to actually get the certificate. Anyway, it was just a wedding before, just for show. As long as people in the old house believe it and people outside believe it, it's fine, right?"

After following Huo Yan for three years, Jiang Feng has learned her business philosophy - to use the minimum cost to obtain the maximum benefit.

　　Although he talks more at ordinary times, he is very alert and can read eyes. Huo Yan has always been retained, and he has been promoted from a small follower at the beginning to a full-time assistant.

　　When she said this, Lan Su was taken in by the stylist to change clothes. She and Huo Yan were the only two people in the lounge.

　　Huo Yan was browsing this quarter's performance report on her tablet. A strand of hair hung down from her forehead and was tucked behind her ears. She listened to Jiang Feng's words without raising her head:

　　"It's hard to fool people nowadays."

　　Whether it is the melon-eating crowd with magnifying glasses on the Internet, or the group of eager beasts in the Huo family, if you are not careful, you will fall into the abyss and lose everything.

"But once you get the certificate, things get complicated. Moreover,"

　　Jiang Feng lowered his voice, "Looking at Lan Haotian's face that day, Lan Su may not be the second young lady. The Lan family seems to be hiding some secrets. This Lan Su may have come with bad intentions."

　　Huo Yan dragged the document to the bottom, signed the signature, and commented:

　　"I'm afraid of being too kind."

　　She is not afraid of ghosts, gods, or evil spirits. If you were born in ancient times, you would either be an emperor who played with power, or you would be a sycophant minister who wielded power. Schemes, traps, and murders, these things have been with her throughout her childhood, and she has long been used to them.

　　She is not afraid of evil people because she considers herself extremely evil.

　　She is only afraid of good, because there are no good people in the world.

　　Snapped.

　　The tablet screen went black. Huo Yan handed it to her and said coldly:

"Marriage is just a transaction. I want to make a profit out of it, and so does the Lan family. As for whether it's a win-win situation or a breakup, we'll have to wait and see."

　　Jiang Feng thought about it carefully and understood what she meant:

　　"I see."

　　Take a step, take a look, and see what secrets this mysterious Lansu hides.

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　　Lan Su put on makeup for the second time and met Huo Yan for the second time.

　　Since she had to get her certificate, the stylist changed her into a white shirt, paired with a pair of bean paste-colored wide-leg pants, which gave her the subtlety and elegance of a lady.

　　There is only one photo to receive the certificate, so it would be a waste to specialize in styling it.

　　But Lansu is working hard to change that perception. After all, in the antique circle, the Lan family deserves to be among the top three. She is the second young lady who "finally woke up after sleeping for many years", so she should have such a style.

　　The soft long hair is draped behind her back, and the broken hair in front of her forehead is fixed with hair paste. It is fluffy and smooth and parted to both sides, exposing her forehead and ears.

"My dear, are your ears so small?"

　　The stylist was a little surprised, staring at the thin piece of white fungus, "Only half of me!"

　　Lan Su looked at the mirror in astonishment. Her hair used to be draped like a mop, and her forehead, ears, and neck were covered tightly. She had never evaluated her appearance, nor had she discovered that her ears were just as the stylist said. Half of normal people.

　　"I don't look in the mirror that much."

　　She found a reason not to reveal her identity.

　　The stylist understood immediately: "Oh, I know. I heard that you were... sick when you were very young. You just woke up recently and didn't have time to get familiar with your body. It's normal."

　　The so-called illness refers to what happened to the real second lady. Due to an accident at the age of 9, she became a sleeping vegetative state.

　　"Um."

Lan Su nodded. She found that many times she didn't explain everything completely, leaving a little blank space, so that others could naturally explain themselves.

　　"Okay!"

　　The stylist patted the back of her chair and said, "The makeup is done! Take a look, are you satisfied?"

　　Lan Su looked at herself in the mirror, wearing a pure white shirt, a red bean paste-colored jacket, and long hair hanging down to her waist. A month ago, she was fighting to the death on the Russian border. Unexpectedly, she suddenly became a spoiled wife.

　　Or the kind that is harmless to humans and animals.

　　The stylist is also introducing:

　　"I didn't put a lot of makeup on you. Your facial features are already very beautiful, with thin eyebrows and a narrow bridge of nose, just like the light makeup you put on. Look, you didn't even put on this mole."

　　There is a tear mole in the corner of Lan Su's left eye, which is brown and adds a bit of melancholy to her innocent appearance.

　　She doesn't know much about makeup, but the light makeup is very close to her usual state, which makes her feel much more comfortable.

　　"Okay, thank you."

　　After a pause, he asked, "Don't Mr. Huo wear makeup?"

The stylist explained with a smile: "Ms. Huo's makeup was done early in the morning. She said she was going to pick you up, so we went to her house to do it in the morning."

　　House, a very old word.

　　In fact, a more common way of saying it is "go to her house". But Lan Su didn't find it strange because, like Huo Yan, she had no concept of "home". Either "mansion", "mansion" or "house".

　　It seems that this stylist has been with Huo Yan for a while, and they even have the same speaking habits.

　　It happened to be a working day, and not many people went to the Civil Affairs Bureau. When it came to Lan Su and his wife, they only waited in the lobby for 3 minutes.

　　As soon as we entered, the staff led us to the photo studio, where we sat in front of a large bright red background cloth, facing the camera.

　　"Hey~ Yes, you two look over here!"

　　The photographer was very enthusiastic and wanted to use a rising tone to change the seriousness on their faces.

　　"Come closer, the girl on the left, move a little bit!"

　　Huo Yan was in a wheelchair, so Lan Su could only sit on a stool of the same height. When assistant Jiang Feng came to set up the stools, they were separated by about 20 centimeters according to Huo Yan's preference.

　　Move closer?

Lan Su hesitated, Huo Yan didn't seem to like being too close to people. Turning around to look at this man, he saw a profile that was as sharp as an ax or a chisel, and he felt cold at just one glance.

　　"Move?" Lan Su asked.

　　Huo Yan took off his glasses and did not look back, looking straight ahead as always.

　　"Move."

　　So Lan Su put the stool and the wheelchair next to each other. According to the composition of the wedding photo in my impression, the upper body also leaned towards her, arms touching her arms.

　　The moment he pressed against it, the man's arm stiffened and his muscles bulged.

　　Even through the fabric of two white shirts, Lan Su could clearly feel the stiff texture. It is the body's instinct to be alert to things that are suddenly approaching.

　　Lan Su was puzzled. From the corner of his eye, he saw the man turning his head, so he also turned around. What he encountered was a face that was enlarged from a close range.

　　Completely different from Orientals, the facial features are sharp and three-dimensional, even the brow bones are particularly aggressive. Thick black eyebrows, a high nose, especially the glasses that were specially taken off for taking pictures, and the eyes that had lost the filtering of the lenses, like ice snakes.

　　Lan Su was stunned for a moment. She realized that this man had a dangerous sense of beauty. He was wanton, forced, vicious, and vicious. It seemed that this disabled body was just a skin that could be torn open and a wild beast would emerge.

　　"Too close," the beast told her.

　　"oh."

She moved away obediently and moved the stool 10 centimeters away. When he lowered his eyes, the crow-feather-like eyelashes trembled slightly and rippled.

　　"how about this?"

　　"Can."

　　Lan Su did as he was told, not angry or uneasy, but also without any joy. When facing the camera, his expression returned to normal, with cold eyes and a cold face, without any emotion.

　　The photographer noticed the subtlety between the two. Regardless of their eyes, conversations, or expressions on their faces, these two people are so different from the young lovers who were close to each other. I knew I was here to get a certificate, but I didn't know that I was here to negotiate a contract.

　　"That's a little serious."

　　He suggested shakily:

　　"Come on, why don't you smile?"

　　As a result, Huo Yan unconsciously raised the corners of his lips, while Lan Su stiffly tightened her lip lines.

　　Photographer: "..."

　　After 5 seconds, re-suggest:

　　"How about you think of something happy?"

　　Lan Su: "I thought about it."

　　Huo Yan: "No."

　　Photographer: "..."

As a result, a photographer who has been working as a photographer for eight years took the most serious wedding photo of his career. After it was over, he watched the two of them go away, scratching the back of his head:

　　"Hey, don't good-looking people like to smile?"

　　Take this pair as an example. They have to have looks, identity, and personality. How wonderful would it be if they took a photo with a smile?

　　Could it be that this is the legendary iceberg beauty?

　　He cursed, but little did he know that after the Iceberg Beauty couple completed the formalities, Iceberg No. 1 took out a ring from his bag and handed it to the other party.

　　"I have a ring."

Lan Su explained, showing the ring on his right hand. This was the "betrothal gift" given by Huo Yan when they were at the Lan family last month.

　　Huo Yan couldn't help but handed over the new ring:

　　"That's the engagement ring, and here's the wedding ring."

　　"Proposal?" Lan Su was surprised, "When?"

　　Huo Yan originally wanted to say that when he pulled you up from the ground at your house last month, he proposed.

　　But after hearing these words in my mouth, I felt that they seemed a bit unhuman, so I swallowed them back and chose a more humane approach--

　　Raising his hand, he took off the ring from Lan Su's ring finger, raised it into the air, and asked in a negotiating tone:

　　"Will you marry me?"

　　The human touch she understood was to take off the ring and send it back intact, asking, "Will you marry me?"