At this time, a cold sneer came over, and it turned out to be Zhang Han next to him who sneered.
"Hey, you shouldn't ask her this, you should ask me. I don't want to marry her at all. If the old man hadn't forced me, I wouldn't have married her!"
"..." Lin Buran's whole body was about to explode. She quickly reached out her little hand and covered Zhang Han's mouth. Young Master, can you shut up?
Lin Buran looked at the staff apologetically, "Jie Jie, I got married voluntarily. I've thought about it, and I just want to marry him!"
The staff handed over a pen and said, "Okay, you can sign here."
Lin Buran was the first to pick up the pen and signed her name twice. Then she handed the pen to Zhang Han, "It's your turn to sign."
Master, let's sign our names quickly and don't cause trouble, okay?
Zhang Han glanced at Lin Buran, then reluctantly took the pen and signed his name on it.
The staff stamped it and said, "Two newcomers, please take pictures here."
Zhang Han and Lin Buran sat in front of the camera. The cameraman made an eggplant gesture and said, "Two newlyweds, smile together. You should smile sweetly when you get married."
Lin Buran immediately smiled.
But Zhang Han next to him had a cold and handsome face.
The cameraman continued, "Groom-to-be, please smile."
Zhang Han showed no reaction.
Lin Buran said, "Cameraman, just take the picture, don't worry about him, he's...facial paralysis."
Well, the cameraman pressed the photo button, and with a click, the photo came out, and two red notebooks were handed into Lin Buran's hand.
Lin Buran walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau with a red notebook. She looked at the photo. In the photo, she smiled gently and brightly, but the man next to her was really paralyzed.
Compared with him, she was having fun alone, smiling like a fool.
Lin Buran no longer had any temper.
At this moment, a big hand stretched out and snatched the two red notebooks from her hand.
"Master, why are you grabbing the marriage certificate? Just keep the marriage certificate for me." Lin Buran was really afraid that he would be in a bad mood and tear up the marriage certificate.
Zhang Han kicked the two red notebooks into his trouser pocket, "This is to be given to the old man for his recovery, so that he will not bother me again!"
“…”
Well, this reason was beyond her ability to refute.
…
The two returned home. The old man was quite satisfied and nodded repeatedly, "Ahan, Buran, you have received your marriage certificate. Then grandpa will hold a grand wedding for you and invite all your relatives and friends. Do you like it?"
A Chinese wedding or a Western wedding?”
What?
Still having a wedding?
Lin Buran Yujie shuddered. In fact, she didn't like these complicated weddings. She liked them to be quiet.
She wanted to refuse, "Grandpa..."
Before she could say anything, Zhang Han interrupted her, "It's up to you, you can do whatever you like."
With that said, Zhang Han walked up the stairs.
Lin Buran looked at his back in surprise. Did he agree to hold the wedding?
She thought this tyrant had to hold a wedding?
At this time, the old man slapped the table and said, "Then let's hold a Chinese-style wedding. The eldest son of our Zhang family always holds a grand and solemn Chinese-style wedding!"
Lin Buran was sitting on the sofa. That's okay. It seemed that no one really planned to ask her for her opinion. What else could she say?
The old man acted very quickly. He chose an auspicious day to hold the wedding on the first half of the month, and all the gilded wedding invitations had been sent out.
Lin Buran invited her natal family, Shangguan Mo and Lu Hua, as well as her partner as chief designer Angel.