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C2 Did They Sleep?

Ten minutes later, Shen Yan stood at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau with a red notebook in her hand. She was in a very complicated mood.

Her beautiful apricot eyes flashed with a light. She turned her body to look at the man beside her who was also holding a red notebook.

"Mr. Mo, can you lend me your marriage certificate?"

The man didn't say anything and just handed the red book over.

The woman took it in her hand. For some reason, she felt that her hand was burning.

Shen Yan put the two red books together.

"Kacha."

The crisp sound of taking pictures seemed to have determined the outcome of everything.

Shen Yan sent the pictures to her WeChat Moments, along with a few short words.

Congratulations to me. I'm married. See you at the classmate banquet tonight.

A trace of regret flashed across her heart the moment she posted the photo on her WeChat Moments. But that was only a subtle thought.

Since she had already received the certificate, she wanted to make Tang Ze regret it to the end.

She handed the marriage certificate back to Moh Beichen, but Moh Beichen did not take it. Ou Rui took the marriage certificate and put it away, then handed her a business card.

The business card was pure black, clean and simple. There was no job at all. There was only a name and a number.

The name was inlaid with a golden border. It gave Shen Yan the illusion that she seemed to have provoked a rather powerful person.

But who cares!

After today, they would also part ways, so where could they provoke?

Moh Beichen saw that she had put away the business card and his gaze was deep. "Keep it well. Call me at night for other things."

After saying that, the man turned around and prepared to leave. Suddenly, he felt someone pull on the corner of his shirt.

Moh Beichen turned around and looked at Shen Yan's small white hands. He gently pulled on the corner of his shirt.

"Is there something else?"

Shen Yan's heart was in her throat. In her heart, she cursed herself for stepping on her nose and face. But on second thought, she did not want him to help for free.

"I still want you to help me with one last thing."

"Oh? Tell me about it."

Moh Beichen turned around and faced Shen Yan, who had her head lowered, with a faint smile on his face.

Ou Rui thought that it was most likely because he was hallucinating.

He had been by his young master's side since he was young. Although he did not fully understand his young master, he was more or less clear about it.

His young master had never been close to women, and was extremely restrained. Even the people of Mo family often suspected his young master's sexual orientation.

But today, everything had exceeded his expectations and made him drop his glasses in surprise.

"I have a classmate banquet tonight. Can you accompany me to attend it?"

Shen Yan could not help but swallow her saliva as she spoke. Her heart was anxious as she waited for the handsome man to speak.

She was afraid that the man would reject and hurriedly added, "I will also give you the same reward."

Moh Beichen only smiled faintly. This girl really dared to ask for money from him.

Ou Rui kept looking at his watch and carefully reminded, "Young master, it's 10: 50."

"Okay, I got it."

Moh Beichen replied faintly and looked at Shen Yan.

"Give me the address and time," Shen Yan said.

The man shut his mouth. Ou Rui walked to the front of the car and opened the back seat. The man walked into the car with his long legs.

Shen Yan let out a long sigh of relief. She did not believe that Tang Ze would not look at his WeChat Moments. She did not believe that he would not go to the classmate banquet tonight!

In the car, Ou Rui quietly drove the car. In the car, a cellist concerto was being played. The sound was melodious and melodious.

This was the young master's habit. Therefore, as long as Moh Beichen was in the car, Ou Rui would play the same song.

At this moment, the sound of his phone suddenly rang out in the music.

Moh Beichen took out his phone and looked at it.

At 8 PM in the evening, in Room 203 of the Fragrance Pavilion.

After Moh Beichen saw it, he closed his phone and turned his head to look out the window. His gaze swept across the scenery that was rapidly retreating through the window as he spoke faintly. "Turn it off."

"Yes, young master."

Ou Rui turned off the CD and saw Moh Beichen's handsome face in the rearview mirror. Even after following him for so many years, he could not guess what Moh Beichen was thinking.

At 8 PM.

Room 203 of the Fragrance Pavilion was bustling with noise and excitement.

Shen Yan's best friend, Lin Han, walked into the room with her boyfriend, Lu Zihao's arm.

"Where's Yan?"

Lin Han looked at Lu Liang who was already sitting on the seat and asked. She then sat down with Lu Zihao.

"She is not here yet. Why don't you call her and ask her?"

Lu Liang smiled slightly. There were two shallow dimples on his handsome face, which made him look even more refined and refined.

Lin Han was just about to take out her phone and call Shen Yan.

At this time, the door of the private room opened.

Everyone's gaze gathered over.

"Tang Ze, congratulations. Did you get your certificate with Shen Yan today?" Sun Wei, who was sitting in the seat, joked, "I saw her send a red notebook to a friend."

"That's right. You should share this good news with us. "Are you guys planning to publicize your relationship?"

"I saw on the news that you and Yao En had an affair?"

Tang Ze took off the hat and mask on his head. Every word they said was like a nail poking into his heart.

He smiled bitterly and was about to explain when the door of the room opened again.

It was Shen Yan this time.

Shen Yan held Moh Beichen's arm and walked into the room. Her palm-sized face was full of happiness, but only Moh Beichen knew that the hand she held his arm was trembling slightly.

Moh Beichen pulled his arm out of her arms and turned to hold her slightly cold hand.

His big hand just happened to hold her delicate little hand in the warm palm.

For some reason, Shen Yan's heart suddenly felt a little more at ease.

"Yan, this is?"

Lin Han stood up from the stool and asked softly.

Everyone's eyes were also fixed on a tall and short figure at the door.

Tang Ze's face was ashen. Could it be that Shen Yan was really married, or was it with the man beside him whom he had never seen before?

"This is my husband. We have gotten our certificate today. How about it? Hurry up and congratulate me?" Shen Yan smiled brightly, revealing a few white teeth. She waved the red book in her hand with her other hand.

That dazzling red thorn made Tang Ze's eyes hurt. He stood up from the stool and walked in front of Shen Yan.

"Yan, come out with me. I have something to say to you."

Tang Ze wanted to go forward and grab Shen Yan's hand but was blocked by the man in the middle.

"I have something to say here."

Moh Beichen looked at the boy who was a few centimeters shorter than him with his cold eyes.

Tang Ze's expression froze, and his hand froze in the air.

He did not expect Shen Yan to also take a step back, and just so happened to be wrapped in the man's arms.

The two of them seemed to be very intimate.

Tang Ze could not believe that Shen Yan, who had loved him for more than four years, married someone else just like that.

"Let's talk about it here. Anyway, everyone in this room knows about our matter."

Shen Yan tried her best to control her emotions and raised her small face proudly.

This time, she did not want to be so petty.

Tang Ze wanted to explain, but the words that came out of his mouth choked. He looked at the man's hand on Shen Yan's waist, and Shen Yan stood close to the man.

If she really did not have feelings for him, she would not allow others to touch her. Even when he was with her for four years, he only kissed her on the lips.

She said she would leave her first time with a married man.

Then... did they sleep?

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