Level One Boss: Robbing A Marriage

Fang Sitong looked up at the small face, his face excited: "I will help too."

"Okay." Ji Shaoheng spoiled her nose and led her into the kitchen.

Going to the door, Ji Shaoheng saw Fang Yaqing standing on her feet on the top floor of the cupboard. She changed slippers as soon as she entered the living room, so it was not long enough.

He stepped forward with long legs and took down what she had just encountered: "Is this this?"

The hormonal atmosphere of men shone from behind, Fang Yaqing flinched in shock, turned to look at the man behind him.

Seeing his dark eyes looking at herself, she nodded and took what was in his hand.

Fang Sitong pulled her clothes: "Mommy, my father and I will help you."

Fang Yaqing laughed lightly: "You will not."

Fang Sitong cheerfully like a little sparrow: "I can watch you and dad do it."

Fang Yaqing smiled lowly: "Dad will not, you and dad go to the living room to play."

"I can learn." Ji Shaoheng paused and said, "You teach me, I can do it for her when she is next birthday."

Speaking of her daughter's birthday next year, the smile on Fang Yaqing's face gradually faded. Will she be with her next year?

When she was doing it, Ji Shaoheng was studying very seriously. If she didn't understand, she would ask her, and she told him.

And Fang Sitong looked at them beside him, his eyes wide and curious.

In Fang Yaqing's memory, this was the first time she and Ji Shaoheng had such a friendly relationship. There was no scoff, no humiliation, no torture.

Put the cake in the electric oven, she adjusted the time, and then washed her hands: "It will be fine after a while."

Ji Shaoheng looked at the rotating oven and said something unexpectedly: "You have a lot of things now."

In the past, Fang Yaqing, it was already very good to cook the supper.

Fang Yaqing smiled lightly: "As long as you study hard, you can learn everything."

In those years in Paris, Fang Sitong made her a birthday cake for her every birthday.

Because her daughter had no father, she wanted to give her everything she could give her.

It was at that time that she learned to make cakes.

Although it's not as good as the exquisite products sold in the shop, it's not bad.

Ji Shaoheng accidentally glanced at Fang Yaqing's right cheek with powder, reminding her: "There is something on your face."

After he reminded him, Fang Sitong also saw it and squeaked, "Mommy, you are a big cat."

Fang Yaqing raised his arm and wiped it, asking Xiang Shaoheng: "Is there any?"

Xu Shifang’s happiness infected Ji Shaoheng, with a smile on his face. Seeing that Fang Yaqing didn’t wipe it, she reached out and wanted to wipe her.

When his hand just touched her face, Fang Yaqing shuddered, as if a current had hit him.

She unconsciously clapped his hand away, her slightly raised fingertips curled up slightly, and finally clenched tightly to her side.

Feeling the delicate skin under the fingertips, Ji Shaoheng was startled, and the inexplicable emotions under his eyes flashed by.

He would be awakened in general, wiped his thumb quickly, and then retracted.

He rubbed his index finger and thumb, and the temperature of his fingertip seemed to remind him what he had done.

Fang Yaqing calmed down and said calmly: "Go to the living room and wait, it will take a while."

Ji Shaoheng nodded and led Fang Sitong out of the kitchen.