Brand New Love, Brand New Us

The Civil Affairs Bureau had all gone off work, and he rushed over panting and sweating profusely.

"I'm sorry, Candy, there was an urgent job at work and I can't leave. I wanted to call you, but my phone ran out of battery and turned off."

"Are you anxious?"

He took me out to eat and kept picking food for me.

He kept talking about how difficult the client he met in the morning was, but he forgot that he was not such a noisy person.

He would only be so revealing when he was guilty of lying.

He just kept apologizing for my futile waiting and for his sudden disconnection.

But he never mentioned getting the certificate.

I should have kept my mouth shut, but I couldn't get rid of the depressed feeling in my chest.

I was frantically trying to confirm an answer, an answer that was already very clear in my mind.

"The Civil Affairs Bureau opens at 1:30 this afternoon. Let's go there after we have lunch." I looked at him and said this.

However, the spoon in his hand slipped unconsciously and made a crisp sound when it rubbed against the wall of the plate.

It was like a slap in the face.

He was a little flustered, not daring to look me in the eye, and explained in a low voice, "I have to rush back to the company soon, today..."

I felt the last string in my heart was broken.

I considerately helped him pick up the spoon and handed it to him.

"It's okay, just focus on your work first."

"Getting the marriage certificate is a big deal, come back when you are ready. Don't worry." I smiled and said, "I saw in the video that they all wore veils, please follow them."

"It just so happens that I didn't prepare any of these this time."

While he breathed a sigh of relief, there was even more shame in his eyes.

He reached out his hand and held mine, saying sincerely, "When I'm done with this busy period, I'll definitely satisfy you. You'll also have the sense of ritual that other girls have."

I resisted the urge to pull my hand away.

Resist the urge to dump the food on his head.

Hold back my anger.

I gently replied to him, "Okay, don't be too tired. I think you are in a bad state today because of the torture of your client."

He looked annoyed and wanted to say something, but held it back.

After he and I finished our meal, I called Summer.

She was wearing a red dress, and when she came out to see me, she had a sarcastic smile on her face, "How come you, such a busy man, finally have time to see me?"

I turned my head and looked at her with a cold gaze, "Summer, are we friends?"

She sneered, "That's a good question! I was just about to ask you. Do you consider me a friend? You've been avoiding me for so many days, and you didn't even talk about something as important as marriage. I'm afraid you're really on guard against me, right?"

I took a breath and said, "Yes, I didn't tell you. But don't you know it too? You are very capable. Not only do you know it, you can also participate in it and even destroy it!"

She seemed to be irritated by my tone and became aggressive, "So what if it was me? I was the one who hung up the phone on him and threatened him not to register with you. Why?"

The corners of her lips curled up into a mocking smile, "You were so defensive against me. If it weren't for me, would you have known him and been with him?"

"If I really want to rob you, do you think you will be able to fight back?"