song qincheng returned to the bed. her hair was still wet, so she laid on the pillow, feeling bored. after a while, she turned around and looked at the man who was reading a book."i saw your household register in the study this afternoon."
yu tingchuan turned to look at her.
" that time, the time you went to the hospital to find me. "
song qincheng tried to recall. thinking of her grandmother, she was more or less affected. " you told me to wait for your call, and i saw your household register in your car the next day. were you planning to register our marriage with me that afternoon? "
yu tingchuan put down the book in his hand. " i finally remembered to ask. "
"i met the chairman at noon that day." " as long as i give birth to the child, " song qincheng said, " he'll give sheng mao to me, but he can't register it with you. "
