Dear Mr. Shi

Shi Yuhan glanced at her lightly, and didn't answer her immediately. He just put one hand in his trouser pocket, acting chic and elegant.

His phone vibrated and rang "buzzing".

"Brother, where are you, Cici is at our house now." Shi Yuhan turned on the speakerphone, so Song Qinghuan could clearly hear the male voice on the other end of the phone.

He is also called "Manager Zhao" like Li Qianze, but Song Qinghuan can be sure that this voice is definitely not Li Qianze's.

How many brothers does this man have?

"Just looking for me for this kind of thing?" Shi Yuhan leaned against the wall lazily, his voice cold, but he squinted at Song Qinghuan.

The man on the other end of the phone said in a slightly angry voice: "What is this kind of thing? Brother, Cici is your fiancee."

"I'm already married. She is no longer my fiancée, nor will she be my fiancée again." Shi Yuhan said, before waiting for the other party to reply, he hung up the phone.

Also turned off the machine smoothly.

Song Qinghuan has been paying attention to his movements. When he saw that he hung up, he immediately pressed his lips, expressing that he was waiting for his reply.

Shi Yuhan looked at her, speaking slowly and seriously, and shook his phone: "You heard it too."

Song Qinghuan was dumbfounded in an instant. She looked at his face in astonishment, which was as perfect as a handsome face that was carefully carved by hand: "You are not, it's real."

She knew what he meant, about marriage is inevitable.

"Of course it's fake. Divorce in two years." Shi Yuhan said indifferently, with an indescribable cold breath all over his body.

Song Qinghuan took a few deep breaths, and suppressed the irritability of his brain forcibly.

He gritted his teeth and asked, "But didn't you say before that I can join the Times Group by cooperating with you in that drama?"

"Yes, but the play is not over yet." Shi Yuhan said blankly.

"You!!!" Song Qinghuan was so angry that he trembled slightly, "You are nothing to say!"

Shi Yuhan glanced at her slowly, her faint voice filled with cold breath: "You don't agree, then you don't want to join the Times Group in your life."

Song Qinghuan’s chest was undulating intensely, her body trembling, and her teeth slamming into a fight, "You! You are so deceiving! I just want to join the Times Group and want to find a job. You let me betray my marriage like this. Don’t you think it’s too much?"

"It's a fake marriage!" Shi Yuhan reiterated again.

Song Qinghuan forcibly slowed down the frenzied fire, full of anger, and muttered: "It is not difficult for you to find a wife, why are you looking for me?"

"Because you happen to be there!" Shi Yuhan said lightly.

Song Qinghuan was astonished, her face even more ugly, "What do you mean?"

"It just happened to be delivered by you," Shi Yuhan's tone was still unusually calm.