Chapter 2 Chapter 2 I'm pregnant.

Someone is gently calling her "Max".

The man frowned discontentedly. "How did you make yourself look like this?"

Then he said, "Huihui said you, but Huihui didn't listen.". I'm the only one who cares about your body. If I'm not around you in the future, I'll see what you can do.

"Then I'll cry," Max Andrews said with a big smile on his face.

The man also smiled, and his smile was warm and warm, like sunshine. He held out his hand. "I'll let you off this time. Here, carry you home."

Max Andrews raised his hand, but it was empty.

She was a little anxious and reached for it again. The man sighed away from her.

No, no!

"Don't go!"! You come back! Max Andrews gave a loud cry and suddenly woke up.

She stretched one hand up high, five fingers in a grasping state, but did not grasp anything.

She stared blankly at her hand for a moment before turning over, ignoring the surprised eyes of her neighbor.

The pillow was soon wet with warm tears. After a while, Max Andrews wiped his eyes and got up as if nothing had happened. He left the hospital and returned to the Andrews family.

As soon as she entered the room, Ava Andrews' mother arrived and knocked loudly on the door, cursing as she knocked. It's nothing more than scolding her for being shameless and shameless and robbing her sister's man.

Followed by old Mr. Andrews' long and short sigh.

Now that she has time to scold her, Ava Andrews is out of danger.

Ignoring the duet, Max Andrews went to the bathroom to take a shower, came out, carefully picked out his clothes, and sat down in front of the dressing mirror to make up.

Inside the mirror, a plain face gradually became gorgeous and pressing. Max Andrews came to his senses and wiped it off bit by bit with a makeup remover towel, leaving no earrings or necklaces.

When she was done, she dialed a phone and went out.

"Alex Brock, I need a marriage license. Today."

Going to the Civil Affairs Bureau to take photos and get a license in person is an additional requirement for Ava Andrews blood transfusion she promised.

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Alex Brock is not dressed up, just wearing his usual suit, but it's enough to punch holes.

A man like him is the center of the crowd in whatever he wears and wherever he goes.

Max Andrews stood at the gate waiting for him to approach, always with a shallow smile on his lips, which was a kind of happiness from his heart.

Without even looking at her, Alex Brock went over her and up the steps.

Max Andrews followed, turning from a brisk walk to a trot, and finally took him by the arm. "Alex, slow down."

Her breath was a little out of breath, and her face was stained with crimson, which seemed to be somewhat painful.

Alex Brock brushed her hand away and said lightly, "If you can't keep up, you can run faster, okay?"

Then he went into the hall without looking back.

Max Andrews pursed his lips and went in.

Maybe it was because it was a bad day and no one was getting married, or maybe Alex Brock didn't want anyone to see them, so he did something.

In short, there are only two of them in the whole Civil Affairs Bureau.

The procedure was done very quickly.

They sat in front of the bright red background to take pictures, and the photographer kept reminding them to "get closer", "get closer" and "smile". Alex Brock looked at the photographer with an expressionless face. Sitting here for two minutes was his limit.

The photographer shivered and quickly pressed the shutter.

The first time he saw such an alienated newlywed couple, he pressed the shutter several times and was not satisfied. Just as he was about to shoot again, the man's cell phone rang.

Max Andrews turned his head slightly and heard Ava Andrews crying in surprise from Alex Brock's cell phone.

"Alex, I, I'm pregnant!"

Max Andrews clasped his fingers and grabbed the corner of the man's coat as he got up. She looked up and said with a faint smile, "Stay a minute. The picture isn't ready yet."

Alex Brock's patience was clearly exhausted. He frowned and his eyes fell on Max Andrews' hand. "Let go!"

How gentle his voice was when he answered the phone, how cold and hard it is now.

Max Andrews tugged more tightly, the smile on his face stiffening.

Alex Brock tore his clothes apart and snorted disdainfully, "Max Andrews, this is so boring."

He walked neatly and simply.

The photographer saw the whole process and did not know how to comfort him.

Max Andrews chuckled at him. "Help me pick the best picture."

The photographer cooperated and said yes, as if she could not see her red eyes.