Level One Boss: Robbing A Marriage

In this world, the only one who knows Lin Moan the most is Shen Youran, so she understands his thoughts.

She covered her lips and choked slightly: "Moan, don't do this."

Lin Moan still ridiculed: "Oh, I almost forgot. You are now the grandmother of the Ji family, and you don't lack money, so you shouldn't care about the amount of dividends, otherwise I will buy all the shares in your hands?"

Seeing that he had been pulling the topic away, Shen Youran didn't say anything, her voice was warm and warm.

"The shares you gave me are hard to stop, and it is useless for me to keep. When I come back from vacation, I will find a lawyer to transfer the shares to your name."

"I'm kidding with you." Lin Moan sneered. "Although Ji Jinchuan has money, that's his. If you have money yourself, you don't have to reach out to him when you need money."

The two said a few more words and then hung up.

Shen Youran turned around and saw Ji Jinchuan coming in from outside the door. She froze for a moment and squeezed the phone in her hand.

How much did he hear?

Did you hear what Dr. Mi said just now?

Ji Jinchuan had just returned to the room. She hadn't heard anything from Lin Moan's conversation.

He walked to the kitchen, opened the cabinet, and casually took a few pieces of clothing that were changed by two people.

Shen Youran returned to the room from the balcony and placed her phone on the table: "I'll pick it up."

Ji Jinchuan didn't let her do it. He opened the suitcase, put the clothes in, zipped it up, carried the suitcase in the corner.

Looking back at her, she stared at him stunnedly, and he smiled with a lip: "You don't need to bring too much, what's missing is the time to buy."

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Upscale villas in the urban area.

After Fang Yaqing returned home, he had been sitting on the sofa in distress.

She had great hope today, thinking that she could see the bright side, but there was no chance to even glance at her from a distance.

The Ji family is always so private, the former Ji Jinchuan is the same as the current Ji Shaoheng.

In the end of her life, she owed them the Ji family. It was only in this life that they were entangled with their brothers.

I don't know how long it took, the doorbell rang, she didn't seem to hear it, she was sitting still.

After a few clicks, she was quiet and her phone rang again.

She slowly leaned over, picked up the bag that fell on her feet, pulled out her phone, saw that it was from Tanxi, and opened it.

Before she even spoke, Tan Xi asked, "Sister Fang, are you not home?"

She moved her lips. She didn't drink water for a day. Her throat was aching and her voice spit out dryly: "Yes."

Tanxi said: "I'm outside your house."

She walked over to open the door. Tanxi carried a bag of things in her left hand, a mobile phone in her ear in her right hand, and a large bag of fruit under her feet.

Tanxi saw her coming out, took the phone from her ear, and looked happy: "Sister Fang."

Fang Yaqing released his hand on the doorknob and turned to the sofa: "Come in."

Tanxi put the phone back in her shoulder bag, carried two bags of things into the room, walked over after changing shoes, put the things on the coffee table, and flung the left hand that was stung.

Fang Yaqing poured her a glass of water: "What do you do with so many things?"

Tan Xi glanced at the living room, but she didn't see Fang Sitong. She guessed that she might not have returned Fang Sitong, and she saw her eyes red and swollen.

"I came to ask for sin."

Fang Yaqing took his own glass and walked to the drinking fountain: "It's not your fault."