Level One Boss: Robbing A Marriage

When Shen Youran heard the sound of friction between the chair and the ground behind him, someone chased him out.

Her arm sank, and someone pulled her, and she smelled the mint and tobacco from the man behind her, and she tightened her fingers.

"Mr. Ji, what was just said is not clear enough?"

Ji Jinchuan gripped her arm's fingers and tightened a little, and her dry throat rolled a little: "Don't you even want Nono?"

Shen Youran raised her head and forced the fog in her pupils down, and the stern voice showed an unsympathetic feeling: "That is your son, it has nothing to do with me."

"That's your son too." The eyes of Ji Jinchuan's eyes were thick, and his voice shook with imperceptibility. Such she made him afraid.

Seeing the emotions on Shen Youran's face with restraint and forbearance, Lin Moan quickly stepped forward, took her other arm, and led her behind.

He looked at Ji Jinchuan and said lukewarmly: "Ji President, if you hold Xia Xia like this, I will be jealous."

The two of them face each other, and they are both cold and gloomy.

Ji Jinchuan Yingting's eyebrows flashed with a bit of anger, his dark eyes seemed to be quenching ice.

Shen Youran didn't want to stay any longer and didn't want to see them.

The moment she turned around, the tears in her eyes leaped out, and she accelerated the pace of leaving.

Several others were going to catch up, Lin Moan said coldly: "What are you qualified to chase her?"

Their pace stopped and their faces were not very good.

Lin Moan's cold face was very cold, and his cold eyes swept over them: "Do you have to drive her crazy to be reconciled? Or do you people have no heart at all?"

All four are silent.

Shen Yaoting covered his face, and there was a moist mist seeping out from his fingers.

Ji Jinchuan's jaw stretched into a straight line and remained silent for a while. He stepped forward and moved his white lips, his deep black eyes looked at Lin Moan: "Come on, please follow me, comfort her ."

After the last sentence, his voice was hoarse.

They are still husband and wife in law, but he didn't even have a reason to be with her, and let other men comfort her.

Lin Moan glanced at him, turned and left, and chased out quickly.

Outside the hotel, he saw Shen Youran sitting down in the car and felt relieved.

He hurried forward and pulled the car door to sit dizzy, glanced at her, and took two tissues from the shelf and handed her.

Shen Youran took it and squeezed it in her hands. Although she tried her best to hold back, her tears still fell.

Lin Moan patted his shoulder: "Cry if you want to cry. After crying, bravely face."

Shen Youran sniffed his nose, and slammed the mist in his pupils: "I won't cry, they don't deserve it."

Lin Moan looked at her stubborn look, sighed slightly, and said nothing more, and started the engine to drive the car.

Back at home, Lin Moan poured water to her: "Did you say something backlogged for many years, do you feel better?"

She has adjusted her emotions and regained her cold and cold expression. In addition to the corners of her eyes, there are some infrared rays, and she can't see anything strange.

She took a sip from the drinking glass and her hoarse voice gradually recovered: "You were not there at the time and did not see their expressions of regret and remorse.

Lin Moan smiled a little: "Just like you are happy."

Shen Youran raised her eyebrows, turned on the TV, looked at the water cup, and the phone on the coffee table rang, but she didn't move.

Lin Moan looked at her, she was not watching TV, but used TV to disguise her distraction.