Dear Mr. Shi

After quietly staring at each other for a few seconds, just when Song Qinghuan thought this man was going to hit someone, Shi Yuhan gently spit out two words: "Get off!"

Being afraid and pretending to be courageous, the man's lips were stretched leisurely, and it seemed to be a weird smile.

He casually put the divorce agreement on top of the document, and opened the door first and got out of the car.

In the Civil Affairs Bureau, he suddenly stopped and turned to look at Song Qinghuan behind him. His dark and wicked eyes were half-squinted and his thin red lips curled into a lazy arc: "Give me the account book."

The expression was colder than before, a little softer.

Song Qinghuan opened the bag and handed him the account book, feeling angrily: But he is really good at acting. Knowing that he is here to get married, he quickly put away his murderous ice face.

Today there are a lot of people in the Civil Affairs Bureau, but Shi Yuhan and Song Qinghuan are in, and today they opened a VIP room specially for them.

They don’t need to fill in the form, just hand in the account book, take a photo, sign the name first, and have someone to help them handle all the filling, copying and other trivial matters below.

After the marriage book was stamped, Song Qinghuan was about to reach out and pick up the red book that belonged to him, but Shi Yuhan took the first step.

She looked at Shi Yuhan in amazement, wondering why his sudden **** was a magic horse?

"I'll keep the marriage certificate." Shi Yu said coldly.

"If I keep it for you, I will keep it for you. I don't admit this thing anyway." Song Qinghuan glared at him dissatisfiedly, ignoring the surprise of the staff who handled the permit, and then asked: "When can I go to work!"

"Tomorrow." Shi Yuhan said, his tall and straight body stood up, walked gracefully and calmly, and walked outside the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Song Qinghuan immediately followed, and continued to ask behind him: "Then the entry procedures, what materials do I need to prepare?"

"No, you can report to the personnel department at nine o'clock tomorrow morning." Shi Yuhan said, suddenly stopped.

He turned his head to look at Song Qinghuan, pursed the corner of his mouth coldly, and handed her a card: "Go back and pack your things. You will live here from tomorrow."

Song Qinghuan stiffened: "This is your home?"

Shi Yuhan: "Yes!"

Song Qinghuan was dumbfounded, her hands hanging beside her fisted fiercely: "I want to move in to live with you? Don't you say that you are a nameless couple?"

Shi Yuhan took a deep look at her, took two steps forward, stretched out her hand and gently brushed the hair behind her ear, and whispered in her ear, "Just you, you grow so safe. His face is like a monkey and his body is like a duck. Even if you stand in front of me naked, it doesn’t attract me at all!"