Level One Boss: Robbing A Marriage

She came out after bathing, Ji Jinchuan was already lying on the bed, the hair dryer was plugged into the socket, and it was placed in an obvious position. The table on the bedside table was filled with brewed milk.

She began to blow her hair, and only the rumbling sound of the hair dryer in the quiet room.

Ji Jinchuan leaned on the head of the bed, holding a mobile phone while browsing financial news, and occasionally looked up at her.

She turned his back to him, her thick black curly hair hanging on one side, her fingers through the hair, her long skirt and calf were silky silk, and the slender clothes became more slim and slim.

After blowing her hair, Shen Youran pulled out the hair dryer and put it in the cabinet.

Ji Jinchuan put down his phone and checked the temperature of the milk cup: "Drink the milk."

She stepped forward and picked up the glass and took a few sips to drink. As soon as she put down the milk glass, she was yanked by the man and fell on him.

Shen Youran exclaimed, lying on Ji Jinchuan's chest, and before he responded to his old age, he clasped his head back, pressed her head down, and kissed deeply.

He was naked in the bed, so his body reacted together, and she could obviously feel that his body was hot like a stove.

This night was a night of passion and exhaustion.

The next day, the two were awakened by an alarm. Shen Youran got out of bed first, walked over in a bath towel and opened the wardrobe.

There is a uniform set she once wore while working in the Zhongsheng Group Secretariat. She must be gossip in casual clothes, and she simply took out the suit and put it on.

She handed him a man's suit: "Is this ok?"

Ji Jinchuan nodded with a smile and took it up in front of her.

Shen Youran entered the bathroom and came out after washing. When he was also washing, the two went downstairs together.

The maid saw them come down and brought the breakfast up.

After eating breakfast, the two went to work and Ji Jinchuan wanted to send her, but Shen Youran refused and insisted on driving his own car.

Let the president of Zhongsheng Group serve her as a driver. It sounds quite tall, but when she thinks of the benefits he wants, her legs are still a little soft.

A man who has been abstinent for many years, once tasted the meaty taste, is simply unsatisfied, and how to restrain himself.

This morning, also around 9:30, Shen Youran received the flowers signed by Assistant Tang.

In the afternoon, Assistant Tang knocked on the door and came in: "Director Lin, this is an invitation sent by SCHOTT of Zhongsheng Group."

Shen Youran took over the opening invitation letter for the 50th anniversary of the establishment of Zhongsheng Group, one for her and the other for Lin Moan. The time is tomorrow night.

"Send Mr. Lin to him."

Assistant Tang took it and retreated out in response.

After a while, her cell phone rang, and she didn’t see who was calling it, and put it on her ear.

The man's voice was low and deep, and it came through radio waves: "Have you received it?"

Shen Youran raised her lips: "Do you mean the morning flower, or the invitation letter now?"

Ji Jinchuan smiled a little, his voice stained with joy: "It seems to have been received."

She also twisted the invitation letter in her hand, and silently remembered the time and address: "Well, it was Schottky who sent it in person, and I felt so good."

Ji Jinchuan leaned on the leather executive chair, with the other hand lightly clasping the tabletop: "Attendance as the wife of the President of Zhongsheng Group will be more face-saving."

"The other people thought I was a watery Yanghua, maybe I wouldn't talk about it behind my back."

She is not afraid of public opinion, just afraid of hurting Nono.