Level One Boss: Robbing A Marriage

"When did I give her?" Ji Shaoheng laughed at her ignorance.

Seeing that his tone of voice was so straightforward, Tan Xi thought that this was just his own guess, and he suddenly lost his breath.

But she couldn't figure it out. Since the two are divorced, this house is owned by Ji Shaoheng. Why does Sister Fang still live here?

Xu Fan, who had been silent for a while, suddenly said: "Xiao Xi is a colleague of Ya Qing, and I am her friend. She has an accident. Let's see it, shouldn't it be excessive?"

Ji Shaoheng ignored Xu Fan all the time, at this moment Xu Fan automatically hit the gun, he smiled coolly.

"I haven't heard her say that you are a friend."

Xu Fan was silent.

Tan Xiqing worried about Fang Yaqing and decided to give Ji Shaoheng a soft first. She slowed her tone: "I am a woman, and you don't know anything about Fang's work. I can persuade her, let me go up too."

Ji Shaoheng thought for a while, nodded, and then glanced at Xu Fan, his eyes glanced a little: "You can't!"

Xu Fan was a little angry, and he frowned slightly: "Even if she is staying with you temporarily, but you are only her ex-husband, what qualifications would prevent her friend from coming to see her?"

Ji Shaoheng's lips evoked a cold smile of evil spirits, and sneered at his words: "The ex-husband can also be turned right."

Xu Fan's breath suffocated, Fang Yaqing has been living here, do they have plans to remarry?

The word "impossible", Tan Xi would blurt out, thinking that he would not let himself go to see Fang Yaqing, and he stopped.

She flicked her lips and sullied her heart: this scumbag abused Sister Fang like that last time, so she would not remarry him.

"You come with me," Ji Shaoheng glanced at Tanxi and raised his feet to go upstairs first.

Tan Xi looked at Xu Fan with an angry face: "Brother, I'll go up and see first. You'll wait for a while below."

Xu Fan nodded.

Tan Xi trot to catch up and follow Ji Shaoheng behind.

Ji Shaoheng pushed open the door of the bedroom. There was no one inside. Fang Yaqing's mobile phone was thrown on the bed. He entered the bathroom, and no one was there.

Her things are at home, and the man must be at home.

Ji Shaoheng turned around and went to find another room. Tanxi followed behind him and nearly ran into his arms.

He stepped back responsively, frowning at the frantic Tanxi.

"Sorry, sorry." Tanxi bent down and apologized.

Ji Shaoheng ignored her and strode out of the room, looking for someone room by room.

Tan Xi thought it was too slow to find someone like this, and then anxious in her heart, she shouted in her throat: "Sister Fang, Sister Fang..."

When Ji Shaoheng was irritable, he felt annoyed by any loud noises. He was disgusted with Tan Xi's loud voice, but he just wrinkled his eyebrows and said nothing and continued to find someone.

When he came out of the study, he unscrewed the doorknob, and the floor of the room was littered with paper balls.

The curtains were closed, and the light in the room was a little dark.

And Fang Yaqing sat on the ground in the corner with his legs, his head buried in his legs.

The whole person looked very lonely, as if abandoned by the whole world.

Seeing that she was fine, Ji Shaoheng breathed a sigh of relief.

When Tanxi called him, his tone was very anxious, and he thought Fang Yaqing would really not think about it.

He stepped into the room and picked up the paper on the floor to disassemble it. Above is the clothing design drawing she drew.

Tanxi rushed to Fang Yaqing in an arrow step and crouched in front of her: "Sister Fang, are you okay?"