Level One Boss: Robbing A Marriage

"Yes." The servant hurried over to take it, and handed the invitation to her in front of her. She kept her head down and dared not look at her. There was a bit of anxiety in her voice, "Young lady, I'm sorry, I forgot."

Shen Youran took it apart, it was Qiu Shaoze's son's full moon banquet, which was a month ago.

She handed the invitation to the servant: "It's okay, throw it away."

Even if she received it in advance, she would not go.

The servant heard that she didn't care, and she was relieved to take what she had handed.

...

Ji Shaoheng fell asleep in the middle of the night, so he got up a little late the next morning.

He woke up and got out of bed, walked in front of the closet with eyes open, and opened the cabinet to be empty.

After sleeping for a long time, my head was gone, and the master bedroom upstairs had his spare clothes.

He picked up the clothes he took off yesterday and looked at them. There were already creases on it, so there was no way to wear them.

He had to put on his trousers first and enter the bathroom, but there was no spare toiletries in the room.

He washed his face awake, swished his mouth with a handful of water, and left the room.

Fang Yaqing and Fang Sitong were in the living room. Fang Yaqing cut her bangs when she saw him come out, and Fang Sitong shouted, "Dad, why are you up now? Mum and I have already had breakfast."

Ji Shaoheng smiled at her: "Why don't you call me?"

Fang Sitong didn't speak, but her eyes looked towards Fang Yaqing. She thought too, but Mommy refused.

Fang Yaqing inadvertently looked up and saw that Ji Shaoheng was not wearing a shirt and was shirtless.

She frowned slightly: "I can't control how you are at your own home, but this is not at Ji's home, and there is still Tongtong, you put on your clothes."

When Ji Shaoheng washed his face just now, he wet the broken hair on his forehead, and there was a strand of hair on the smooth and full forehead. He raised his hand and punched: "No clothes."

Fang Yaqing looked at him coldly: "What about yesterday?"

Ji Shaoheng said coolly: "When did you see me wearing the same dress for two consecutive days?"

The two have lived together for six years. She knows some of his habits. Fang Yaqing's eyebrows are tightened tighter, and his voice is not warm.

"Then you can call Yan Hao and let him bring you clothes."

Ji Shaoheng sat down on the single sofa: "Yan Hao is not free, you can find one for me."

To his imperative tone, Fang Yaqing said coolly: "Okay, skirt or belly button?"

Ji Shaoheng's face was black: "You let me wear your clothes?"

Fang Yaqing's eyes stained with a sneer: "Otherwise? Where can I find men's clothes?"

Ji Shaoheng leaned against the back of the sofa, shaking his legs like an uncle: "You have one in the closet in your room, just grab one."

Fang Yaqing took a hand with scissors and looked up at her: "How do you know?"

There are many men's suits, shirts and trousers in the closet. Although he went upstairs last night, he didn't enter the room. How did he know?

Ji Shaoheng's dark eyes looked at the woman's exquisite face with interest, and the dark light flashed: "Don't it be a long time, don't you remember who this house is?"

Fang Yaqing frowned, thinking that Ji Shaoheng already knew that the house belonged to Ji Jinchuan, so he said so.

It’s not surprising that there are spare clothes in Ji Jinchuan’s place.

She said in a cold voice: "I just temporarily live here, your brother's things, I have no right to move."