Level One Boss: Robbing A Marriage

Ji Shaoheng glanced at her and lifted his foot to the wardrobe. He opened the cabinet and it was full of the clothes he had put here.

He didn't like to tie a tie, so he threw all the spare tie in the cabinet.

But now, it has been neatly hung up, even the colors are distinguished.

Although there was a part-time worker before, the part-time worker would not move his clothes, so Fang Yaqing should arrange it for him.

His mind was complicated for a moment, and he took a shirt from the inside casually, and was about to wear it, and saw Fang Yaqing rushing up in an arrow.

Fang Yaqing grabbed one side of his shirt and looked at him coolly: "Yan Hao has no time, you can ask someone to bring you clothes over."

Ji Shaoheng pulled it a little, and the other side was tightly pulled by Fang Yaqing, seeing that she had pulled out the folds, Ji Shaoheng did not plan to wear this one.

When his hands were loose, Fang Yaqing lost his balance and took a few steps back, his legs pressed against the bed, and the whole person fell on the bed.

Ji Shaoheng smiled and took another piece of clothing from the closet.

Fang Yaqing's madness: "Ji Shaoheng!"

Ji Shaoheng turned to look at her, and said with a smirk: "I already put it on, you can pick it off if you have the ability."

Fang Yaqing's face was cold, she stared at him coldly, and she clenched her fingers when she saw the bright smile on the man's face.

Ji Shaoheng clasped the buttons unhurriedly, and then spread both hands: "Come on, you pick it, I won't yell."

Fang Yaqing: "..."

When did his face become so thick?

Ji Shaoheng squeezed her eyes at her: "Don't pick me down, don't regret it."

Fang Yaqing only felt that there was something choking in her throat. She could not go up or down. She threw the shirt over her face and covered it in his face, scolding: "Fuck!"

Ji Shaoheng ripped off the clothes on his head and threw them on the ground, stepping forward with a smirk.

Seeing him like this, the alarm rang in Fang Yaqing's heart and wanted to get up from the bed, but still a step slower.

Ji Shaoheng put her hands on her side and bent to gaze at her: "Do you want to know what shamelessness is?"

Fang Yaqing's hands rested on the bed behind him, supporting her body, and she sat half-lying.

The breath of the man's speech sprayed on her face, and she turned her head away from looking at the handsome face close to him: "I don't want to know."

Ji Shaoheng pinched her chin and made her face herself: "Will I actually take action?"

Fang Yaqing's eyes seemed to spout fire: "Dare you!"

"Is there anything I dare not?" After that, Ji Shaoheng moved closer a few inches, and even pressed his lips.

Fang Yaqing stared at the pupil in horror and fell to his bed to avoid his lips.

Ji Shaoheng also pressed his body down, and the posture of men and women looked very ambiguous.

Fang Yaqing's legs couldn't move because of his pressure. She pushed him with both hands. He was like a majestic mountain, but he didn't move.

She gritted her teeth: "Get up!"

Ji Shaoheng's mouth opened with a fabulous smile: "I came up to get the clothes, and you followed them, don't you just want to peek at my clothes, and revisit the old feelings by the way?"

Fang Yaqing pouted him with a sip: "Be less affectionate!"

Ji Shaoheng was not angry, and the smile on his face remained unchanged. His head was buried at her neck, rubbing gently, and wiping off a little spittle star on his face.

He sniffed deeply: "True fragrance."