Level One Boss: Robbing A Marriage

A large bowl of noodles can still be eaten if they are hungry, but he had eaten when he was entertaining, so he was not hungry.

Facing her black eyes, she knew that if she put down her chopsticks with only two bites, she would surely guess what she was doing, so she insisted on eating.

Shen Youran packed up the tableware: "It seems that when you have entertainment at night, you have to make some supper for you in advance."

Ji Jinchuan followed her into the kitchen: "You don't have to do this every time, and you can do the same when you're hungry."

Shen Youran unscrewed the faucet to wash the dishes: "Mom has been waiting for you for three hours, what is she looking for?"

Ji Jinchuan leaned against the kitchen door and looked at her beautiful back. Although her stomach was a little uncomfortable, but she was very warm. He calmly said: "There is a problem with Xue's, Aunt Jian found her."

Shen Youran rinsed the foam from the bowl and put it in the dryer. After pressing the button in the lower right corner, the dryer automatically turned up: "Mom means you help Xue?"

Ji Jinchuan leaned back with his arms clasped, a lazy "hmm" sound.

A minute later, the dishwasher stopped, she opened the door and took out the chopsticks. The water droplets on it had been dried, and then placed on tiptoe in the cupboard, flicking the water droplets on her hand to look at him: "What are you going to do?"

Ji Jinchuan digs in his pocket, without a tissue, and simply removes the tie around his neck, signaling her to wipe her hands: "Busy at work, to accompany his wife and children after get off work, no time to separate."

With a tie of more than 100,000 yuan, her hands are not so expensive. She wiped it on the apron hanging next to her and laughed: "When the child is born and encounters something that needs to be pushed off, you can add one more and say yes Bring children."

Ji Jinchuan pretended to think for a while, and "huh," he said, "This is a good note."

The two went out of the kitchen. Ji Jinchuan ate a little and couldn't sleep when she returned to the room, so she took her to sit on the sofa.

Shen Youran switched to a serial drama: "When you didn't come back, my mother and I didn't know what to say. I sat and watched TV all the time, and her influence on me must have been terrible."

As the month grew, she had flesh growing around her waist, which was fleshy to the touch, and she had a feeling of touch. Ji Jinchuan liked to knead and play recently: "Don't you let you go back to the room?"

She held his hand in the waist and said: "That's your mother."

Ji Jinchuan said, "Well," he said indifferently: "It's my mother, but not your mother, so you don't have to do anything to accommodate her."

Shen Youran stared at her eyes. If her son said such a big deal in the future, she would definitely let him face the wall for three days, and she wouldn’t even give him food at night.

"Don't teach your son like this in the future." She paused and added, "Neither can my daughter."

Ji Jinchuan chuckled and said: "He dare not."

She tilted her head, pursed her lips, and said seriously: "People say that if you have a father, you must have a son, and if you have a father like you, you don't know what genes are inherited to him."

Her crimson-colored lips fit together, her white cheeks are warm and quiet, and she has a fresh beauty under the light.

He suddenly hugged her and walked towards the stairs, she panicked his shirt in panic: "What are you doing?"

Suddenly he thought that there is a better way to digest food. Instead of sitting here, it is better to go back to the house and do something else.

He leaned over her ear and whispered something warmly. She blushed her cheek and thumped him in the chest.