2: C2 Coerced

C2 Coerced

He hadn't paid much attention to it just now, but now that he took a closer look, his eyes immediately lit up.

He had seen all kinds of beauties in the past fourteen years, but Guo Yuyan gave him a strange feeling.

The body of the devil, the face of an angel.

Guo Yuyan was dressed in a professional suit, displaying the beauty of a city beauty appropriately. On the slightly opened collar, there was a silver chain around her fair neck. Her jade like skin and the sexy curves she drew made everyone unable to shift their gaze away.

It was just that there was a trace of worry between her brows, ruining this beautiful scenery.

"Alright, I'll keep my name card."

Lin Fann waved the card in his hand and put it in his pocket. Then he stood to the side and said, "I'll give you a call if you feel uncomfortable."

"Alright."

Although she could tell that Lin Fann's words were off, she was in the wrong so she couldn't retort.

The best thing to do now was to leave.

However, before she could even reach the car door, she heard someone call out from behind her, causing her to stop in her tracks. "Guo Yuyan, wait a moment."

"Anything else?" Do you need to go to the hospital? "

Guo Yuyan looked back and frowned slightly. "Perhaps, it's fine if I compensate you with money."

"You dropped something."

Ignoring Guo Yuyan's words, Lin Fann curiously looked at the familiar red envelope on the ground. "You're in such a hurry. You won't go on a blind date, right?"

"Why are you … "Hur hur, I was just in a hurry."

Guo Yuyan almost blurted out. She quickly took a glance at the coffee shop in front of her and said, "I have an appointment. That's why I'm in a hurry."

Without further ado, Lin Fann took out the red envelope his master gave her: "I also have an appointment, and it's also in the cafe in front. Coincidentally, I also have an envelope that looks exactly like yours."

If there were no surprises, then Guo Yuyan was the matchmaker that his master had arranged for him.

"You … "You're Lin Fann?"

Guo Yuyan was stunned by the scene before her for three seconds, before she finally reacted. "Unexpectedly, really unexpectedly. I nearly drove my car to crash my future husband to death."

Future husband?

"I think there must have been a misunderstanding."

Hearing the way Guo Yuyan addressed him, Lin Fann's head hurt a little.

"Since it's a blind date, let's follow our original plan and go to the classical cafe to talk."

Seeing the helplessness on Lin Fann's face, Guo Yuyan remained calm and said, "I have already reserved a place to talk about this matter."

Well, we do have to talk about this.

Lin Fann followed Guo Yuyan into the cafe.

Ten minutes later, the two of them were seated at the same table, facing each other.

Without much of an opening, Lin Fann took out the marriage certificate that the old man gave him: "I was completely forced to come here to make a blind date."

"Forced?"0

Astonished, Guo Yuyan looked at the indifferent Lin Fann. The worry between her brows had dissipated quite a bit, and her voice had returned to its usual cold tone, "Very good, I was also forced to do this. However, from this moment on, I am your fiancée, and you are my fiancé. "

Lin Fann's expression didn't change at all because of Guo Yuyan's words, but it was still as indifferent as before. After all, this was a marriage arranged by the old man. According to his understanding of the old man, this marriage was definitely not as simple as he had imagined.

"You don't need to put on such an expression. I just found out about this."

Putting the red envelope on the table, Guo Yuyan pushed it forward. "Whether it is or not, you'll know once you read this letter."

She took this opportunity to size up her fiancé.

In Guo Yuyan's eyes, short pants and flip-flops were no different from beggars outside. However, it did look quite spirited. Furthermore, it seemed to possess a special aura that ordinary people did not have?

Lin Fann frowned and opened the letter. The next second, the corner of his mouth twitched. The words on it were indeed the old man's, and the few few words were very consistent with the old man's style.

Opening this letter, Lin Fann is your fiancé.

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