Dear Mr. Shi

Shi Yuhan was full of awe-inspiring awe-inspiring aura, a pair of gloomy eyes like bottomless whirlpools attracted her to it, after successfully seeing a trace of panic under her, she licked her lips and looked at Han Qianqian: The attached contract also states that if I get married before you are 20 years old, then the marriage contract will be void! Yesterday, she and I were married!"

"What!" In an instant like falling into an ice cellar, Han Qianqin's eyes widened suddenly and her face was incredulous, "Impossible, I don't believe it, it's not true!"

How could this be? How could he be married, just three days before her birthday!

He hated her so much, that he hated to find a woman to marry, and her heart was aching, Han Qianqian wanted to cry loudly.

Song Qinghuan, who was sitting on Yuhan's legs, had completely froze. She was very guilty when she met Han Qianqian's resentful eyes, and she had the urge to hit the wall.

She didn't want it either, but she had to join the Times Group. This was the only chance. After she joined the Times Group, she would definitely apologize to her and tell her the truth that she and "Manager Zhao" were not married.

His body moved slightly, and he felt that the hand at his waist increased his strength again. Song Qinghuan knew that this was the man's threat.

For a while, she didn't dare to move around.

Shi Yuhan's eyes became more gloomy, and he squinted in disgust and said, "Believe it or not, now, I want to live with my wife in a two-person world, please avoid me."

As he said, he looked at Li Qianze who was already laughing madly there, with a warning in his eyes: "You also get out of here!"

Li Qianze immediately bounced from the chair like a chicken blood, and leaned forward in front of Shi Yuhan vigorously, "No problem, brother, I'm going to get out of here, and I will immediately flash people."

With that said, she stretched out her hand to pull Han Xiqian, the smile on her lips finally faded, and she was very gentleman said: "Miss Han, let's go."

Han Qianqian turned her head abruptly, stared at Li Qianze, and said cruelly: "Li Qianze, use your favorite wife, the limited edition `Spyker SpykerC12Zagato` to swear, the Emperor really married this woman?"

Li Qianze frowned unconsciously, his eyes swept through the time subconsciously to keep out the cold, and then he nodded: "I swear, they are indeed a husband and wife, otherwise my wife will become someone else's!"

Did not get married yesterday, they will get married tomorrow, anyway, they will be husband and wife, this vow is conservative, his wife will only be his.

Han Qianqian's feet were soft, and she stepped back two steps at a time. Her eyes were red in an instant, with five points of unbelief, three points of anger, and two points of grievance.

"No, it won't," she bit her lip, gave Yuhan a bitter look, and then glared at Song Qinghuan, her eyes were scarlet, full of murderous, hatred and absolute, and she looked like a ghost without blinking.