Level One Boss: Robbing A Marriage

After eating breakfast, Ji Shaoheng took a tissue and wiped his lips, and left the restaurant.

Fang Yaqing said coldly: "This is not Ji's house, and there are no servants. Who are you waiting for to put your dinner plate?"

Of course, Ji Shaoheng answered: "You."

Fang Yaqing was still angry because of the incident just now, so he did not show affection for Ji Shaoheng because of Fang Sitong.

"I'm not your nanny. I took it and washed it myself, or I'll fix it myself for lunch."

Ji Shaoheng glanced at Fang Sitong, and then looked at her, the face of the evil spirit was cold and hard: "I can immediately take Tongtong away."

Fang Yaqing was irritated by him again. She glared at Ji Shaoheng, but Fang Sitong was there, and the tone of the speech was fairly peaceful.

"Ji Shaoheng, are you so mean now that you can only threaten people?"

Ji Shaoheng's eyes flickered, and the corner of his mouth was a little playful: "But you are very fond of this set."

Fang Yaqing didn't speak for a long while. After calming down, she entered the dining room and took the tray on the table into the kitchen.

She quickly finished washing, and then went out of the kitchen to see Ji Shaoheng standing in front of the water dispenser, holding a drinking glass while receiving water.

He was wearing a custom-made white shirt, with a well-proportioned and tall body, two coats with open mouths, and soft and handsome facial features like exquisite sculptures.

She looked at Ji Shaoheng and was suspicious in her heart. She had been angry just now, so she didn't find out that the clothes on Ji Shaoheng's body fit well.

He is about the same height as Ji Jinchuan, but even if the two people are similar in shape, it is impossible for him to wear tailor-made clothes in Ji Jinchuan.

Ji Shaoheng looked up inadvertently and saw Fang Yaqing standing at the kitchen door, looking at himself thoughtfully.

The corners of his lips evoked the arc of evildoers: "Looking at me thinking about me right?"

Fang Yaqing blurted out subconsciously: "You dress well and fit well."

Ji Shaoheng's eyes flashed and his thoughts were mixed for a while. From Fang Yaqing's words, he heard doubts.

He chuckled aloud, Junrong remained the same, and said casually: "I have been here before, so there is something strange about my clothes."

Fang Yaqing's doubts were not resolved, but he became more and more puzzled: "Why is it hanging in your brother's room?"

Ji Jinchuan's house, Ji Shaoheng occasionally came over is normal, but his clothes should be left in the guest room.

Ji Shaoheng raked: "I still want to ask you, did you disturb my clothes? Why are my clothes mixed with my brother?"

Fang Yaqing shook his head: "I haven't."

"That must have been the part-time job before." In order to dispel her doubts, Ji Shaoheng snorted softly. "It's too unruly. Fortunately, the older brother has dismissed her."

What he said was reasonable, Fang Yaqing said nothing more, and his doubts gradually dissipated.

After lunch, it was time for Fang Sitong to feel sleepy, and Fang Yaqing took her daughter upstairs to rest.

After Fang Sitong fell asleep, she took the shirt placed at the end of the bed into the bathroom and saw a set of used toiletries on the bathroom table.

She was stunned for a moment, how did he know where to put the spare toiletries?

Then she thought that maybe he had turned it in the room himself.

She threw the toiletries used by Ji Shaoheng into the trash basket, and finally picked up the towel, which could be used as a rag.

She put the shirt into the sink, poured the laundry detergent, soaked it for a while, and then washed it by hand.