The implication is that he was brought here by Ye Weiwei.
"I, I won't..."
Ye Weiwei was explaining excitedly, but the man covered her mouth and said extremely seriously: "Miss Ye took me to sleep with me before, this time..."
This time there is every reason to suspect that she is repeating her old tricks!
After Ye Weiwei understood another layer of meaning, she once again wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.
People can't have black material, otherwise they will be blackened again and again!
Just when Ye Weiwei was struggling with how to explain this matter to Jamel Xiao, her doorbell rang again.
Ye Weiwei suddenly sat up from the bed, looked at the little loli, then looked at the man whose shirt had been unbuttoned and whose chest was clearly textured, and she coughed dryly and said: "Wait for me in the room, I'll go out and take a look!
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After saying that, Ye Weiwei jumped out of bed as quickly as possible, arranging her hair and heading out.
It was rare that Xiao Jamhan did not follow him out.
"Who is it?" Ye Weiwei asked before she reached the door.
"The Household Registration Office checks the household registration!" came a woman's voice from outside the door.
Household Registration Office?
Ye Weiwei frowned, but did not dare to delay. She stepped forward and opened the door.
At this moment, three women in uniform appeared in front of her. The woman first took out her ID and showed it to Ye Weiwei, and then a woman about forty years old standing in the front row said: "Your landlord has registered with us.
You said you were living here with your daughter, right?"
Ye Weiwei nodded and said with a great attitude: "Yes, I am with my daughter."
"Bring us the household registration book and take a look at it," the woman said again.
Ye Weiwei nodded, first led the three women in, and then turned to go to the master bedroom.
But just after taking a few steps, she remembered something. She had a temporary household registration, but her daughter was a black householder and had no household registration!
what to do?
"What's wrong? Don't you have a household registration?" The woman asked solemnly when she saw Ye Weiwei's hesitant movements.
Ye Weiwei turned around and smiled at the three women, "Yes, I do."
"Well, we have checked your household registration. It is a temporary household registration in this city, and you can move in temporarily. But what about your daughter? We have not checked your daughter Ye Chenxi's household registration. Do you have a household registration book there?"
Hearing this, Ye Weiwei's heart skipped a beat.
Come on, there's no need to go get it. I've come prepared.
Ye Weiwei took a deep breath and said sincerely to the staff: "I'm sorry, my daughter was born in prison. The person who helped me deliver the baby was a prison doctor. Without a birth certificate, I have been unable to register."
"Oh...it's a black household." The woman said knowingly.
Ye Weiwei bit her lip, facing the people at the household registration office, she had no way to hide it.
"Yes, it's a black account."
"You can't do this. Black people can't live here. You have to register her now, otherwise we will report you mother and daughter to the official website of the management office and expel you from the city." The woman said inhumanely.
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Ye Weiwei's heart sank even more, she pursed her lips tightly and her face turned slightly pale.
The woman caught a glimpse of Ye Weiwei's reaction, sighed, and said sympathetically: "We can understand that it is not easy for a single mother like you. But we also have our own rules here. We can't make special exceptions for you, otherwise it will be difficult for others to manage."
As she said that, the woman looked at her colleagues. After both of them nodded, she said: "Let me give you an idea. There are some people in this city who are good. Find someone who is willing to help you and give you some money."
, let him register your daughter’s household registration first.”