Level One Boss: Robbing A Marriage

His handsome outline darkened inch by inch, stained with thick ink, and his dark eyes condensed with frost and snow, like a furious lion: "Why don't I know about this?"

The warden was terrified by his roar, and his back was cold and sweating, explaining: "Mrs. Ji had no hardship in the prison, and the cell was alone, but she gave up and refrained from eating or drinking. , I can’t force someone into her mouth?"

When he got the news of Shen Youran's miscarriage, he was scared to death. He was afraid that Jin Jinchuan would not be able to walk around after he knew about the incident.

Later, after Shen Youran was released from prison, he disappeared, and the heavy stone pressed against him fell.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, Ji Jinchuan personally came to investigate this matter.

Ji Jinchuan grabbed his collar, exuding a little coldness in his indifference, and repeated again: "Why not report to me?"

The warden saw his expression of cannibalism, his face scared pale: "I... don't dare."

Ji Jinchuan's heartbroken pain came from his heart den, and he gradually penetrated into the bone marrow. He suddenly smiled bleakly, like a madman, and said to himself: "It is my fault, everything is my fault..."

The warden looked at him nonsense, fear and panic.

The smile in Ji Jinchuan's mouth gradually solidified, and his heart was so irritable, like a headless fly, he could not be relieved.

He was arrogantly smoking cigarettes on his body, but each pocket touched an empty space.

What about smoke? Where is the smoke?

The warden looked at him and saw that he was looking for something, and asked, "What are you looking for?"

His lips moved, and his hoarse voice seemed to ruin the vocal cords: "Is there smoke?"

"Yes." The warden took out the cigarette case from his pocket, but before reaching it out, he reached for it.

He pulled a title into his mouth, and the warden snapped a lighter and leaned over to light him.

Ji Jinchuan took a hard breath, his eyes closed into his lungs, and he coughed violently, seeming to cough up his entire lungs and bile.

The warden quickly poured him a glass of water and held it in front of him.

He smoked silently, his eyes empty like dry wells, and he couldn't see the warden holding the glass in front of him.

The warden's hands were numb, and then he retracted. He placed the glass on the side table and stood looking at the extremely ugly man. The clothes on his back were soaked in cold sweat.

A cigarette was exhausted by only three of his cigarettes. He sat stiffly like a carved stone. After a long time, he got up and walked out of his soul, almost hitting the door frame.

The warden's eyes pulled him quickly, and to the surprise of the warden, he even found Ji Jinchuan trembling.

He looked at Junrong's pale man and asked with some concern: "Ji, are you okay?"

Ji Jinchuan shook his hand away, went out of the warden's office, and went outside.

The warden saw that his whole person was not right, and he followed him uncomfortably, always following him, always paying attention to him.

Xiao Cheng waited outside the prison and saw Ji Jinchuan immediately get out of the car and circled to the other side to open the back door.

He was shocked when he saw the man who had lost his soul. This man who had always been indifferent and indifferent never had such a disappointed expression on his face.

After Ji Jinchuan approached, Xiao Cheng looked at his pale and scary complexion, and his doubts grew stronger, but he did not dare to ask more.