Level One Boss: Robbing A Marriage

The butler said at the door: "Miss Shen, I'll go down first. If something happens, you stand upstairs and shout."

She smiled back: "Okay, thank you."

After the housekeeper left, she visited the room for a while and did not take a nap at noon. At this time, she was tired and yawned several times in a row. She lay down on the bed and fell asleep after a while.

After returning from get off work, Ji Jinchuan returned directly to the old house from the company and entered the living room. He handed the coat on his arm to the butler. The butler took it and was about to hang it for him. He asked, "What about Mrs. Young?"

The housekeeper froze for a moment. The young lady's name made him unresponsive for a moment, and he later responded: "In your room."

Ji Jinchuan stepped up to the stairs, and the butler's voice rang behind him: "Master, Master, let you go back to the study to find him."

Ji Jinchuan went up to the third floor without a word, came to his room, unscrewed the doorknob and glanced, the woman on the bed was sleeping soundly, he closed the door gently, and went to the study room of Ji Yangkun on the second floor.

Ji Yangkun just saw his car entering the yard through the window. He was waiting for him to come up at the moment. He heard a knock on the door outside, and his voice said calmly, "Come in."

Ji Jinchuan pushed the door in and closed the door, calling softly, "Dad."

Ji Yangkun was sitting at his desk smoking a cigar, and the room was filled with a faint smell of smoke, and a "huh" was heard, and there was no joy on his face.

In this respect, the two fathers and sons are very similar.

Ji Jinchuan's voice was dull and faint: "What's the matter with calling me back?"

Ji Yangkun sandwiched the cigar between two fingers: "You came back by yourself."

Ji Jinchuan's deep black eyes can't see the bottom, and his thin lips have a seemingly cold coolness: "You let her stay in the old house, don't you just let me come back?"

Ji Yangkun took a sip of cigar and looked at him: "Can I ask her to come to the old house to talk?"

He said softly: "She has no obligation to talk with you."

Ji Yangkun said in a deep voice: "She is my daughter-in-law, why is there no obligation?"

Ji Jinchuan's eyes were deep and his voice was cool and quiet: "Did you treat her as your daughter-in-law?"

"You one by one" Ji Yangkun was stunned, not cold, but straightforward, and his face was irony, "I am your father, do you have to talk to me like this?"

Ji Jinchuan didn't want to waste his tongue with him on this issue. He walked to the window and took out a cigarette, ignited it in his mouth, took a deep breath, and slowly spit out the green smoke. The tone was careless: "What? Say it. "

Ji Yangkun admitted frankly: "Help Xue's."

Ji Jinchuan explicitly refused: "Impossible."

"Your aunt Jane and your mother are good friends. Her daughter Xue Ling has a mental problem because of what happened at the engagement feast. Xue's eyes are about to disappear. Your aunt Jane recently washed her face with tears..."

Ji Jinchuan leaned against the window, in the dark and ink eyes, with complex emotions that people could not understand: "How do you know that she was washing her face with tears all day?"

The cigar in Ji Yangkun's hand was already half burned. Because he didn't smoke, he could no longer see the gorilla fire. Only a piece of ashes was burning, and he was about to fall. He shook towards the ashtray: "Listen to you Mom said."

Ji Jinchuan sneered: "Really?"

Ji Yangkun heard the sarcasm in his tone and said with a sullen face: "What do you mean?"