Level One Boss: Robbing A Marriage

The hotel manager put the door card in her palm, Shen Youran held the brush open, unscrewed the door and went in.

Looking at the woman on the bed, several people were shocked. Her body covered with blood, her hair soaked in sweat and tears and stuck to her face, she couldn't see her face clearly.

And Ji Jinchuan sat on the ground against the end of the bed, his blushing face was covered with sweat, his shirt was ripped loose, and a belt was thrown on the ground.

Shen Youran and Ji Shaoheng ran to Ji Jinchuan, and He Zimin and the hotel manager stepped forward to check the woman on the bed.

He Zimin lifted the hair on Suning's face and sniffed her sniff: "Half passed, and he took a breath and rushed to the hospital."

The hotel manager waved his hand, and the waiter standing outside the door came in to help. A male waiter carried Suning out of the room.

Shen Youran squatted in front of Ji Jinchuan: "Jinchuan, what's wrong with you?"

Ji Jinchuan grabbed her shoulders with both hands: "Yuyou?"

Through the clothes, she felt his hands were hot like a stove, his face, neck, and chest skin were red.

Shen Youran touched his face, the iron skin that was burnt like a fire, and she shrank back subconsciously: "What is wrong with you?"

In this circle, Ji Shaoheng has seen this method a lot, and he said: "He should have taken that medicine."

Although his words were not clear, everyone was an adult and immediately understood.

He Zimin asked: "Do you want to send President Ji to the hospital?"

Ji Shaoheng shook his head and looked at Shen Youran: "Sister-in-law, your elder brother gave it to you."

After he finished speaking, he exited the room under his instructions. He walked to the last one and closed the door by the way.

In the room, Shen Youran's hand stuck on Ji Jinchuan's hot face: "Jinchuan."

Her hand was slightly cool, and it was extremely comfortable to stick to his face. Ji Jinchuan grabbed her hand and pressed it tightly to her face: "Yuyou?"

"It's me." Shen Youran raised his other hand to unbutton his shirt, and then took off his clothes.

Ji Jinchuan held her face, as if carefully identifying who she was, the sweet fragrance on Shen Youran's body lingered on his nose.

He hugged her, his shirt was open, and the woman's soft body pressed against him, but he wanted more.

He suddenly pressed her to the ground, and the violent drug effect made him unable to distinguish between reality and falseness. The figures in front of him overlapped and were somewhat blurred.

He shook his head and turned up: "You are not yoyo, you are not yoyo."

He stepped back a few steps, his legs pressed against the bed, his body was out of balance, and he lay down on the bed. The burning fire in his body swept like a wave, and he bit his teeth in pain.

Shen Youran got up from the ground, took off his clothes, covered it and pressed on him, kissed him.

Ji Jinchuan waved her fiercely, she turned over on the bed, Ji Jinchuan was about to get up, was caught by her hands: "Jinchuan, it's me, I'm yoyo."

The flame burning in Ji Jinchuan's body is getting stronger and stronger. His face is red like a cooked shrimp, with a fiery desire in his eyes, but he is strongly suppressed by him.

There was a bitter pain in his voice: "No, you are not yoyo, yoyo is at home, she won't come here, I can't be sorry for her. You go, you get me right away!"

Shen Youran sat up holding his face so that he could see him clearly: "I made Braised Pork for Nono today. Let’s take him to eat Dirk tomorrow. The day after tomorrow is a weekend, I promised to take him to a resort in the south of the city. ."