Level One Boss: Robbing A Marriage

"Mommy, I can sleep with you tonight."

Seeing that both the mother and the daughter were happy, Ji Shaoheng said again: "Don't be too happy."

Fang Yaqing's smile froze at the corner of his mouth, thinking that his next words would definitely not be good words.

She said: "You just promised."

"I promised." Ji Shaoheng raised his eyes slightly, Dan Feng's eyes flashed with a faint light, "In order to prevent you from taking the night away, I decided to stay here tonight."

Fang Yaqing froze for a moment, then glared at him with two eyes: "I have nothing to prepare, where can I bring Tongtong?"

"Then how do I know." Ji Shaoheng's lips picked up slightly, a deep meaning flicked across his eyes, with a lazy smile in his voice, "You have so many thoughts, I always have to be on guard."

Fang Yaqing only felt a burst of blood rushing to the brain, looking at the smile on his face, and wanted to slap it on his face, but reason told her not to do it.

She took a deep breath and remained calm: "I can guarantee that I will never take Tongtong away."

Without complete assurance, she will not act rashly, otherwise, after Ji Shaoheng's return, she will not see Tongtong in her life.

Ji Shaoheng said lightly: "Your guarantee is useless."

Fang elegantly gritted his teeth: "Then you can let the bodyguard guard outside the door."

Ji Shaoheng suddenly laughed, with a dull and cruel taste: "They always have negligence, and only I stay here, I can rest assured. Of course, if you disagree, I will force you."

Fang Yaqing's chest was irritated, and she didn't force her. What she said was good. If she agreed, he would definitely take Tongtong away.

She glanced down at Fang Sitong, and finally compromised: "Okay, but you can only sleep in the room downstairs."

"As long as you don't sleep on the sofa."

Although he said so in his mouth, he secretly thought: you live in my house and sleep in my bedroom, but let me live in the guest room downstairs! If it weren’t for you to be Tongtong’s mother, I let you sleep on the streets in minutes.

At nine o'clock, Fang Yaqing took Fang Sitong upstairs, while Ji Shaoheng had been watching TV in the living room.

After the footsteps on the stairs disappeared, he stood up slowly and looked at the living room.

The murals on the wall and the things on the table haven't changed or moved.

The half-height bonsai placed on the balcony is well taken care of, with lush green leaves and strong vitality.

His hand flicked past the decorative table where the objects were placed, raised his finger and glanced. It was very clean and there was no trace of dust.

He seldom came over before. If he went out to party with friends and got drunk and was afraid of going back to his old house to be scolded by Ji Yangkun and Xie Suling, he came to live.

Even though he seldom came, but a fixed hourly worker came to clean it, and since Fang Yaqing lived in, he quit the hourly job.

Such a big house was cleaned by Fang Yaqing himself, at least one day.

After the visit, he took two sips of a glass of water, walked over to open a room, and froze.

Although the room was also cleaned, no bed was made because no one came.

He entered the room, walked to the closet, opened the door, and there were bedding inside.

He hugged it out of the cupboard and laid it on the bed, looking at the quilt with his hands akimbo, not knowing how to start.