Chapter 12 I am your fiancé

Ji Hanchuan said nothing, staring at her with his deep eyes, showing no emotion. She only felt that the air around her was a few degrees cooler.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Shen Yan didn't want to warm up to her cold butt, and looked sideways at the boy beside her, "Let's go!"

"The red flag does not fall down at home, but the colorful flags are flying outside."

Shen Yan paused, feeling that the words were a bit familiar, so she turned around and asked him, "What do you mean, Master Ji?"

Ji Hanchuan loosened his shirt, opened the collar slightly, looked gloomy, and then sneered.

There was a hint of sarcasm in his smile. He approached her and asked in a voice that only two people could hear, "What? Can't that person satisfy you now? Are you looking for a male publicist?"

Shen Yan's heart skipped a beat and she clenched her hands unconsciously. How could he know?

She didn't tell anyone except Chi Yan.

Could it be that the "one" he mentioned refers to Ji Hanxi? She and Ji Hanxi were not a normal couple. Let alone having a relationship, they had never even held hands.

She had nothing to do with Ji Hanchuan, so why bother explaining to him.

Shen Yan raised her eyes to look at him, her black and white peach blossom eyes full of alienation, "I don't understand what Master Ji is saying."

She turned around to leave, but was stopped by Ji Hanchuan.

He looked at the male publicist behind her, his eyes becoming sharp and cold, "Give me the clothes."

The male publicist also recognized this young master. Although his reputation in the Ji family was not very good, he was deeply loved by Mr. Ji. This was not someone he could offend.

He handed over the clothes without any hesitation.

Ji Hanchuan got the clothes and shook them vigorously a few times, as if to shake off the dirt on them.

In the end, I was still dissatisfied and threw it directly into the trash can next to it.

dislike!

Naked disgust!

When Shen Yan saw his clothes being thrown into the trash can, his temper grew and he suddenly burst into tears, "Ji Hanchuan, are you sick? Why do you throw my clothes away?"

Heller next to him was so frightened that he didn't dare to express his anger. When had Mr. Ji ever been yelled at like this?

I don’t know if Miss Shen will live to see the sun tomorrow.

The public relations manager was also sweating coldly. He thought he had a big deal, but unexpectedly, something unexpected happened and he encountered these two giant Buddhas.

Ji Hanchuan sneered, "I am your fiancé."

Ignoring everyone's shocked looks, he turned to look at the public relations manager, smiling a little unclearly, "Is this the man you found for my fiancée?"

Anyone who is familiar with this dandy young master knows that the more he smiles, the more dangerous he becomes.

The public relations manager was so frightened that he was sweating, "I'm sorry, Mr. Ji, I didn't know Miss Shen was your fiancée."

Shen Yan looked at the frightened manager who kept wiping his sweat, and couldn't help but frown. He didn't understand what Ji Hanchuan was so crazy about, and when did she admit that she was his fiancée.

In the end, it was all because of herself, so she had no choice but to say, "I found this person myself and it has nothing to do with anyone else."

Then he explained, "I'm not your fiancée either. Please respect yourself, Mr. Ji."

Her mood was also ruined. She didn't want to stay here any longer. She took out a card from her bag and handed it to the boy beside her, "I'm sorry for today, please try another day!"

Ji Hanchuan's eyebrows skipped a beat.

Another day?

Is she still thinking about coming out to look for her?

Ji Hanchuan glanced sharply at the male publicist and sneered.

He wanted to see if she could find someone another day.

When the boy heard that she had given up, he was a little anxious to keep her. When he saw Ji Hanchuan's cold eyes, he stopped all his words and reluctantly accepted the card.

Shen Yan stepped on black high heels, straightened her back, and walked out without looking back.

Ji Hanchuan did not move and motioned for Heller to follow him.

After the person walked away, he took the card away from the publicist's hand. The boy looked at him with a murderous look. He dared not say anything in anger, but watched helplessly as the duck that had reached his mouth flew away.

Bolin, who had witnessed the whole process behind the door, walked out slowly. He was afraid that Shen Yan would see him and couldn't explain it, so he kept hiding in the box, but he didn't expect to see a good show.

When the public relations manager saw Berlin coming out of Ji Hanchuan's box, he realized that he might have offended a big shot today.

He hurriedly stepped forward and explained, "Mr. Bai, I really didn't know that Miss Shen was Mr. Ji's fiancée. If I had known that, given ten courages, I wouldn't have dared to receive her."

Berlin knew that his friend's anger was not directed at the manager.

He nodded and said, "If Miss Shen comes here alone in the future, please inform Mr. Ji as soon as possible."

"Yes, yes, I wrote it down."

The public relations manager knew that this matter was in the past, so he hurriedly agreed and disappeared from the sight of the two men with the male publicist.

Ji Hanchuan felt that something was not right about today, so he took out his mobile phone and was about to make a call to find out, but he saw that the phone was out of power and turned off.

Thinking of the male publicist, his eyes turned slightly cold, showing coldness and domineering, and said to Berlin, "That male publicist, I don't want to see him again."

Berlin knew that he was angry and asked teasingly, "Why? Are you attracted?"

"You think too much. You don't like him."

A man like him who crawled out from a pile of dead bodies has no heart. How could a heartless person be moved?

After saying that, he took his phone and walked out. Berlin followed him, "Where are you going? Why are you walking so fast?"

"Go home." The man's voice was low and deep, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.

"You're not going to my house to drink?"

Every time the clue was lost, Ji Hanchuan would be in a bad mood and would go to his house and get drunk.

For fifteen years, he has never stopped looking for the truth, but the truth that was deliberately covered up cannot be found overnight. No one knows how he survived these fifteen years.

Ji Hanchuan opened his tightly pursed lips slightly and said gloomily, "I won't go. I have a little wild cat at home waiting to be fed."

Berlin hesitated before asking, "Have you really thought about Miss Shen?"

Ji Hanchuan paused in his movement to open the car door, and the unknown emotions hidden deep in his dark eyes began to fluctuate at this moment.

"When she returns to the Imperial Capital, do you think I still have a chance?" He said in a calm tone.

After saying goodbye to Berlin, he charged his cell phone in the car. After turning it on, he saw a dozen missed calls and dialed them back.

At this time, Chi Yan was sweating profusely with anxiety, feeling that his death was imminent. The man's phone calls could not be answered, and Mr. Shen's phone calls could not be answered.

He was going to drive to the man's residence to find someone.

Ji Hanchuan had already finished his phone call and was driving on the empty road as fast as he could.

Half an hour later.

The man who contacted Chi Yan learned that Shen Yan was very angry and returned to Jingyuan first.

First, I went to the kitchen to boil hot water, poured a cup and put it on the coffee table. I fiddled with it with paper towels for a long time, then huddled half-reclined in the corner of the sofa, looking lonely and pitiful.

Two minutes later, the code lock rang and Shen Yan opened the door and came in.

I had just changed my shoes, followed the sensor light strip under my feet, groped my way to the living room, and threw my bag on the sofa.

"boom"

The sound of impact and the man's groan came at the same time. Shen Yan was startled, retreated to the entrance, and asked with a wary face , "Who?"