Level One Boss: Robbing A Marriage

Fang Yaqing slowly raised his head, the expression on his face was as gray as death, and his eyes were red.

She first glanced at Tanxi, then moved her gaze to Ji Shaoheng towards the door.

Tan Xineng came into the villa, except Ji Shaoheng, there would be no one else, so she was not surprised.

Her pale lips moved, and she uttered dryly: "Why are you here?"

Seeing her dull eyes, Tanxi was very worried: "You didn't go to work today, I am very worried about you."

Fang Yaqing's bright face was pale as snow and a low voice: "They don't believe me, the company should have been spread all over, and it's just being ridiculed."

"Today they are also talking, saying you..." Tanxi looked at her, and then spoke in a small voice, "Stolen Wenman's design drawings, plagiarized her."

"I don't have it, I really don't." Fang Yaqing hugged himself tightly, and there was a sad atmosphere around him.

Seeing her like this, Ji Shaoheng's head seemed to be pulled, and some inexplicable emotions passed by.

He stepped forward and squatted slowly in front of Fang Yaqing, his eyes locked on her face, saying word by word: "I believe you haven't."

Fang Yaqing raised his eyes and stared at him, his voice choked: "Do you believe me?"

"Yes, I believe you." Ji Shaoheng reaffirmed again.

The two had been a husband and wife for six years. He knew that Fang Yaqing was quite talented in fashion design, so she could not copy others.

Fang Yaqing's eyes were red for no reason, and there was mist rising from the bottom of her eyes, blurring her vision.

She never imagined that when no one believed her, the first person who would believe her would be Ji Shaoheng.

Ji Shaoheng saw that she was about to cry, and said in a deep voice: "Don't be so pessimistic, there will always be a solution. Those who wrong you will know how stupid they are."

Fang Yaqing bit his pale lips, and didn't know why. After hearing his words, the tears that were about to be suppressed suddenly came out and fell on her arm.

Ji Shaoheng's pupil seemed to be stabbed, and his voice felt a little softer: "Don't cry."

Fang Yaqing twitched her eyelashes: "Aren't you at work? How come you come suddenly."

"Tanxi called me, I'm afraid you..." After a pause, he pursed his lips and continued, "Something went wrong."

Hearing that Ji Shaoheng would worry about himself, Fang Yaqing was stunned for a moment, and the thick eyelashes were wet and glued together, so he stared at him so staringly.

There were tears in her pupils, as bright as the stars that fell to the bottom of the lake.

At the same time, ripples also lingered in my heart.

Ji Shaoheng looked at the haggard on her face: "You are tired, I will take you to rest."

Fang Yaqing nodded.

Ji Shaoheng lifted her with one hand, took her out of the study, and went to the bedroom.

Tanxi followed behind the two, and when she reached the bedroom, she did not go in, but stood at the door.

After Fang Yaqing took off his shoes and lay down on the bed, Ji Shaoheng pulled the quilt to cover her, and then went to draw the curtains.

Back at the bed, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, very pale: "Sleep."

Fang Yaqing closed his eyes.

After standing for a moment by the bed, Ji Shaoheng exited the room and took the door.

He turned and walked downstairs, Tanxi followed him downstairs.

Going downstairs and seeing that Xu Fan was still there, Ji Shaoheng frowned, his face unwelcome.