Level One Boss: Robbing A Marriage

The sky changes quickly in autumn, the sky is still clear during the day, and a heavy rain falls at night.

The city washed by water and rain was refreshed, and the air was light and fresh.

Today is the third day, Wu Ma came to Hanyuan Yayuan again, but after ringing the doorbell several times in a row, no one came to open the door.

She waited a few minutes outside the door and saw no movement inside, so she left slowly.

The driver was waiting outside. When she saw her coming out quickly, she was puzzled. When she got on the bus, she asked, "How come today so fast?"

"Probably not at home." She called Ji Jinchuan on the driver's cell phone.

Ji Jinchuan heard that there was no one at home and frowned, her feet were inconvenient to travel, and she shouldn't go out.

Just when Feng Yi came in, his voice was warm and said: "Go check if Lin Xia of LS Company is working today?"

After a few minutes, Feng Yi came in and told him that Shen Youran had not been to work for three consecutive days.

He was a little impetuous in his heart, and he couldn't help it. He called Shen Youran, but no one answered.

He held the phone and got up, walked over to pick up the coat on the hanger, and quickly walked out of the office.

Xiao Cheng was about to knock on the door, and when he saw him coming out, he sideways retreated to the side: "Ji, I found out that Miss Shen's affairs may have something to do with the Second Young Master."

Ji Jinchuan's pace froze sharply, looking at him sideways, his deep pupils were black and clear, and Xiao Cheng's heart was cold.

Shen Xiaoke is also Ji Shaoheng's cousin, why did he do this?

Ji Jinchuan didn't know, and Xiao Cheng didn't even know.

Ji Jinchuan took the elevator to the parking lot on the ground floor and drove to Hanyuan Yayuan. After pressing the doorbell three times, he backed away: "Pry open."

The driver took a spanner and spent a few minutes to pry up the door lock.

Entering the living room, Ji Jinchuan looked at the furnishings of the living room, the cups on the coffee table and the remote control were neatly arranged, and the pillows were also meticulously placed.

If he didn't understand Shen Youran's habit, he would definitely think she had obsessive-compulsive disorder.

However, he did not forget that she did not live here alone, and the person with OCD was obviously Lin Moan.

Looking at the phone on the coffee table, Ji Jinchuan frowned, accurately identifying which one was the bedroom, and then opened the door.

The curtains were pulled, the light was a little dark, the windows were not closed, and there was wind coming in, blowing the curtains.

He adjusted to see a bulge on the bed, his head exposed outside the bed, dark hair covered with pillows, and a pair of ladies cotton slippers on the floor in front of the bed.

He walked quickly, his gentle voice overflowing with tenderness: "Yuyou?"

The woman on the bed didn't answer, and the extremely low pain of pain was insignificant. He raised his hand and touched her forehead, just touching her skin, just like touching a hot stove.

His heart was shocked, and he turned on the lamp in front of the bedside table. The woman on the bed had a rosy, burning face. She twisted her eyebrows uncomfortably. The buttons of her pajamas were open, and her exposed skin was unusually flushed.

He lifted the quilt and prepared to take her to the hospital. He accidentally glanced at the soft snow on her chest. He hurried to the closet and took a suit and personal clothes from inside.

The always calm man, because of his anxiety, did not notice that only women's clothes were in the closet.

Back at the bed, he unbuttoned her pajamas and undressed her. The white body appeared in front of him, but he had no undesirable thoughts.