Level One Boss: Robbing A Marriage

His eyebrows twisted slightly, with a touch of impatience in the cold eyebrows, and he took out his phone from his pocket, intending to blacken the sender of text messages.

On the illuminated screen is the last text message entered: If you do not come, you will regret it.

Ji Jinchuan's eyes were gloomy and he unlocked and went in. Bai Shiyan sent him three text messages in total.

[Answer the phone, I have something to tell you about Yaqing. 】

[Since she left, we have been in contact. She has a diary with me. You should want to know what she wrote. At 8 o'clock in the evening, Room 6066 of Jinhao Hotel, I am waiting for you. 】

[If you do not come, you will regret it. 】

His deep eyes flashed across the bottom of his eyes, a little in his finger, and dialed Bai Shiyan's phone.

It seems that the owner of the phone is waiting for his phone, and he will be able to call her, and the phone is connected after only two rings.

Bai Shiyan's voice is very plain, but if you listen carefully, you can still hear the joy of being deliberately suppressed: "Ji."

Ji Jinchuan said coldly, "How can her diary be with you?"

Fang Yaqing has the habit of writing a diary, he knows this.

This habit has always existed since they met.

He once teased her: "Which age is this? I still write a diary."

At that time, she said with a smile: "The older I am, the worse my memory is. I will save it every time I finish writing, and when I am old, I can still take it out and memorize it carefully."

Bai Shiyan said: "She asked me to help burn it before she left, I forgot, and accidentally turned it over yesterday."

Fang Yaqing and Bai Shiyan were in the same dormitory when they were in college. The relationship between the two was very good. After graduation, the two shared a house together. Bai Shiyan said that Fang Yaqing asked her to help burn it. He believes this is true.

Shen Youran came out of the bathroom and saw Ji Jinchuan's complexion: "What's wrong?"

Ji Jinchuan said lightly: "Nothing."

Shen Youran ate some desserts again. After she laid down her spoonful, Ji Jinchuan called in a waiter to pay the bill.

The two went out of the dining room, and the snow particles outside had turned into snowflakes, fluttering down and falling on the shoulders of pedestrians.

On the way home, Shen Youran chatted with Ji Jinchuan. No matter what he said, he always said lightly, and too recklessly, she felt his absent-mindedness.

Back in the South Bay, Maybach stopped in the courtyard. Shen Youran untied the seat belt and got off the car. The man in the driver's seat said, "I still have some things to deal with, so I won't go in."

Thinking of going to the company today and disturbing him that he didn't have a good job, she thought it was a job and nodded: "Then you come back earlier."

"Well." Ji Jinchuan's left hand rested on the steering wheel, his slender fingers slightly curved, and his eyes were quiet. "If I come back late, you will sleep first."

Shen Youran leaned over and kissed him on the face before carrying the bag and getting off the car.

When the car drove out of the South Bay, Ji Jinchuan stopped on the side of the road as soon as he stepped on the brakes. He took the cigarette case from the storage platform, pulled out a lighter, lowered the window, and slowly pulled it up.

Fang Yaqing...

In these six years, no one dared to mention the name in front of him.

With the name, the memories that were sealed, like the movie fragments, slowly turned over in my mind.

He took a breath of smoke, swallowed the mist for a few seconds, a few smoke rings entered his lungs, and the entire organ seemed to be paralyzed in an instant.

The cold wind poured in from the half-decided car window, mixed with a little snow, blowing the ashes at the forefront of the cigarette butts.

After smoking half a pack of cigarettes continuously, he started the engine and drove towards the hotel.