"Miss, you can't go in, Mr. Shen is in a meeting -" "Bang!" When the door was kicked open, Shen Yan was signing an acquisition contract worth 1.2 Billion. The entire conference room fell into dead silence. Everyone looked at the door and took a breath. I saw a young woman wearing cartoon dinosaur pajamas, rabbit slippers, and hair fried into chicken nests swaggering in, holding a half-eaten grilled sausage in her hand, with chili oil still stained on the corner of her mouth. She looked around, her eyes locked on the man in the main seat, and grinned: "Are you Shen Yan? You just look like that, far worse than my ex-boyfriend, but you are richer than him." Shen Yan's hand holding the pen paused slightly, and he raised his eyes to look at this uninvited guest. His assistant turned pale and wished he could die on the spot. The security team rushed in shortly after, and the leader looked frightened: "Mr. Shen, I'm sorry, we can't stop-" "Stop me?" The woman flew over with a sharp look, akimbo and chest raised, full of confidence, "I am your Mr. Shen's fiancée! The kind of person who has a legitimate name! His grandpa sealed the final decision!" The whole place was in an uproar. Shen Yan slowly put down his pen, leaned on the back of his chair, and looked at her expressionlessly. Three seconds later, he spoke, his voice was low and clear, without any warmth: "When did I have a fiancée?" The woman was not afraid, she took out her mobile phone and clicked on a photo, holding it up to him: "Look clearly, the marriage letter written by your grandfather himself, with black and white words on the paper, and your fingerprints." The photo was indeed a yellowed marriage letter with vigorous and powerful handwriting: Sun Chen Yan, the head of the Shen family, and Lin Lu, the daughter of the Lin family, the two families were married to Qin and Jin. . . . . . .
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