He squatted down next to Jian Yanyan, his slender fingers picked up the items on the floor one by one, straightened them out, and then placed them back in the bags. He picked up all the bags and said to Jian Yanyan, who was still squatting on the ground, "Wife, let's go home."
Jian Yanyan looked up at him in panic, then shook her head vigorously, "No, no, I don't want to go back with you."
"Let's go home, okay? I won't leave you alone at home anymore, I won't go out to socialize again. Shall we get married, okay?"
"Get married? Really?" Jian Yanyan lifted her head, her eyes wide with disbelief as she looked at Shen Mingfeng, "Are you serious?"
"Really." Shen Mingfeng smiled at her, "How about we go get our marriage certificate on Monday?"
"Monday? But I haven't brought over my household registration book yet," Jian Yanyan said blankly.
