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Song Jiayin was so angry that she almost threw his phone. After thinking about it, she changed her clothes and rushed to the entrance of the school.

When Song Jiayin arrived at the school gate, she saw Gong Yichen's Ba Pa. She was already waiting at the door. The luxurious car with a low profile attracted a lot of attention. Fortunately, it was the holidays and there weren't many classmates.

Gong Yichen slowly rolled down the window, revealing a handsome face. He looked at Song Jiayin and said: "Get in."

Song Jiayin was extremely displeased with his tone of voice, but she had no choice as she lowered her head and sat in the front passenger seat.

Once they got in the car, Song Jiayin couldn't wait and asked, "What about us?"

As Gong Yichen started the car, his tone became warm. He said in an obscure tone, "What do you mean about us? I don't remember what happened with you. "

Song Jiayin scolded him in his heart. When the hooligan realized that he had already driven the car out, he immediately asked nervously, "Where are you taking me?"

Gong Yichen's mouth formed a slight curve, and said: "To the hotel."

"You bastard!" stream. Hooligan! "Let me off!" Song Jiayin immediately shouted.

However, Gong Yichen said innocently: I'm only inviting you for a meal, why are you so nervous?

Song Jiayin finally realised that this man was messing with him and angrily leaned back in her chair, silent. After thinking for a while, she said, "I don't care, it's just an ordinary university student. But you're different, future successor of the palace, what will happen to you if I spread the news of our marriage?"

Gong Yichen acted as though he had suddenly realized something, and said: "You're right! How stupid of me not to think about it? "

Song Jiayin laughed: "Are you afraid now? I advise you to divorce me quickly, or else I'll report this information to a magazine, but that won't be certain, and it might even sell for a good price. "

Gong Yichen nodded. "You're right, we don't even know the consequences of this matter, why don't we —" He changed the topic, glanced at Song Jiayin, and said: "Why don't you give it a try? I'm also very curious."

Song Jiayin's eyes blazed, staring at him, she was so angry she could not say a word.

Seeing her like that, Gong Yichen laughed out loud, and after a long while, he calmed himself down and said: "Yinyin, you are really the most interesting woman I have ever met."

"Don't call me that!" Song Jiayin said snappily.

Gong Yichen frowned and pretended to be troubled. A close relationship, what else can it be if not for you? Could it be … You want to call me your wife? "

Song Jiayin became even angrier and immediately shouted: "Stop being so arrogant here! "I'm not your wife. Tomorrow we'll go to the Civil Affairs Bureau and get a divorce."

Gong Yichen knew that this little girl was going to cause trouble, but he did not plan to care about it. He turned the steering wheel and drove into a luxurious hotel, he walked around the car and opened the door for Song Jiayin, bowing down as he said: "Get out, Young Mistress Gong."

Seeing that he had answered her question directly, Song Jiayin was so angry that she wanted to flare up. Looking at the servants and security guards around him, she could only give up and obediently alight.

Gong Yichen intimately placed his hands on the top of the car door, afraid that Song Jiayin would hit his head, and when he supported Song Jiayin, they would even ask in her ear: "Madam, how is my service?"

Half of Song Jiayin's body immediately became numb, covering her ears as she glared at him.

Gong Yichen saw her smiling face and was even happier now. He then cleared his throat, tidied up his suit, and without saying anything further, grabbed Song Jiayin's hand to pull it away. Song Jiayin was shocked, and quickly tried to retract her hand, but she was unable to do so. When the waiters in the hotel lobby saw Gong Yichen, they all bowed and greeted him with the word "Young Master Gong".

Gong Yichen said as he walked, "Yinyin, I'll bring you to meet someone in a while, you don't have to worry."

"What?" Song Jiayin's footsteps paused, and she asked in disbelief: "Why do I have to accompany you to see who? I have no obligation to do so! "

Gong Yichen stopped and looked at her, and said word by word. "You are the wife that I have officially received my marriage certificate, why don't you have this duty?"