Level One Boss: Robbing A Marriage

Ji Shaoheng and Fang Yaqing took their daughters to the restaurant for dinner.

"Mommy, the aunt was crying so sad last night. Did her mom and dad not want her?"

Chu Zhenxi lived here last night and didn't go home, so Fang Sitong misunderstood that her parents didn't want her anymore and there was no place to go.

Fang Yaqing put the vegetables in her bowl: "No, the children don't understand, let's eat."

Fang Sitong said: "If my mom and dad don't want me, I will definitely cry like the aunt yesterday, so sad."

Fang Yaqing tapped the tip of her nose and said in a spoiled tone: "You are the sweetheart of Dad and Mommy, why don't we want you?"

...

In order not to make everyone suspicious, no matter how late that day, Ji Wenqing will not stay in the old house.

Lest she go out in the morning the next day, when she came back, she was carrying a bucket of soup, which made everyone feel strange.

She entered the living room of Ji Zhai, but the butler greeted him: "Miss."

Ji Wenqing faintly yelled and gave him his handbag.

It's going to be dinner soon, the family is all there.

Ji Yangkun saw her carrying a thermos bucket and said to Yan Yuese: "I brought soup again today?"

Ji Wenqing handed over the things in his hand to the servant on the side, then sat down on the sofa and smiled: "Isn't this your favorite drink? And it's good for your body, even if I'm busy every day, I have to take some time Bring you soup."

Ji Yangkun picked up the teapot and poured her a cup of tea: "Every time you come and go and trouble, you can cook soup here, tell the housekeeper what ingredients are missing, and let the housekeeper send someone to buy it."

Ji Wenqing groaned for a moment, then said quietly: "I used my own kitchen utensils, and others didn't go well."

Ji Yangkun looked at her: "What's wrong with this?"

"Of course." Ji Wenqing smiled, very dignified and elegant.

While eating, the housekeeper opened the insulated barrel. Ji Yangkun saw only half of the barrel and looked at Ji Wenqing with a smile: "Why is there only half today, wouldn't you steal it while you were making soup?"

Because Fang Yaqing gave Ji Shaoheng, Fang Sitong and Chu Zhenyi a copy, so the insulated barrel was not full.

Ji Wenqing didn't know the reason, and said casually: "I'm afraid you're getting tired, you didn't bring that much."

Ji Yangkun praised her thoughts: "How come, you will put different ingredients in this chicken soup every two days, the taste is different, how can you get tired."

Ji Wenqing smiled unnaturally. She was in a good mood when she saw Ji Yangkun. She wanted to tell him the truth, but if you think about it, it’s still okay.

...

Chu Zhenxi didn't get up until two o'clock in the afternoon. She rubbed her sore forehead and sat up. Seeing herself in a strange room, she thought for a while before thinking of staying at Ji Shaoheng's house last night.

She lifted the quilt to get out of bed, and accidentally glanced at the bed with a set of 80% to 90% new clothes, which should be Fang Yaqing.

She put on her clothes and asked for a circle in the room but didn't find her cell phone.

She entered the bathroom, where a brand new set of toiletries was placed on the sink, and she went downstairs after washing.

Fang Sitong hasn't taken a nap yet, Ji Shaoheng is also in the study, and only Fang Yaqing and Sister Lan are watching TV in the living room.

Hearing footsteps on the stairs, Sister Lan thought that it was Ji Shaoheng who came down. She glanced back and saw her, reminding Fang Yaqing: "Mrs. Miss Chu is down."