Level One Boss: Robbing A Marriage

If it is someone else, Ji Jinchuan directly issues an invoice to her, but Bai Shiyan, a woman who admires vanity, doesn’t want to give any more at all. It is better to donate the money to an orphanage.

His deep pupil glowed with a cool edge: "Are you taking the opportunity to blackmail, are you not afraid of being liable?"

"Do you think I'm afraid of you? It was Ji Jinchuan who bumped into me and caused my miscarriage first." Bai Shiyan cried more and more sad, as if they were bullied by her gang, "No five million, this time It’s not over."

"You dare to open the lion's mouth!" There was an evil voice at the door of the ward.

Several people looked up, Ji Shaoheng put one hand in his pocket, the other hand flicked the car key and walked in. The soft and handsome face was a smile of evil charm.

Seeing Ji Shaoheng coming, Fang Yaqing stepped back aside and did not want to see him with his eyes closed.

Bai Shiyan stared at him in a daze, forgot to cry all the time: "Two young."

Ji Shaoheng put the key back in his pocket, and Dan Feng's eyes were filled with a gloom: "Bai Shiyan, you really dare to ask for five million."

Bai Shiyan didn't look at him, and she looked away: "It was Mr. Ji who caused my miscarriage. This is what I should take. Besides, your Ji family does not lack this money."

"Even if our Ji family is rich again, it is not a caring aid station." Ji Shaoheng's Meiyu wore unruly, and the haze in his eyes became thicker and thicker. how about it?"

Bai Shiyan was taken back a few steps by his momentum. His face was whiter than before. His erratic eyes showed his guilty conscience: "You bullshit, the boy is my husband."

Ji Shaoheng's lip evil spirit aroused abruptly: "How many green hats have you put on President Hu, do you need me to check them one by one and put them in front of you?"

She knows what kind of person Ji Shaoheng is. If he finds it, the evidence will definitely be within two hours, and it will reach her husband. She will not only be swept out of the house, but will also be beaten to death.

She doesn't want to live in the kind of poor days when she doesn't have enough food and clothing, or goes out without a car.

She covered her stomach with one hand and pretended to be very uncomfortable: "My stomach hurts, Ya Qing, help me back to the ward."

Fang Yaqing glanced at Shen Youran and saw that she didn't seem to have any major problems. She helped Bai Shiyan and left.

After they left, the ward was quiet.

Ji Jinchuan looked at Ji Shaoheng: "Why are you here?"

Ji Shaoheng replied: "A friend was injured and hospitalized to see him."

Ji Jinchuan's eyes were thick like ink, and he looked at him deeply and dimly, with a faintly looming complexity.

Seeing him questioning and looking at himself, Ji Shaoheng defended himself: "Really, don't lie to you, the car is injured, is living next door, don't believe me to take you to see."

Ji Shaoheng’s friend’s ward was only a few rooms away from Shen Youran. He just came out of the ward and was planning to find a place to smoke. When he passed by outside, he heard Bai Shiyan’s cry and attracted his attention. .

Ji Jinchuan said faintly: "I have less dealings with your fox friends, and I play drag racing every day. Sooner or later, I will be killed."

Ji Shaoheng is a professional racing driver. How can you give up and give up: "Can't you pursue something in life? Do you have a hobby?"

Ji Jinchuan's thin lips rolled into a straight line: "Then come to the company to work."

"I'll talk about this later." He didn't want to be like his elder brother. He had no other hobbies other than those boring jobs all day long.