Level One Boss: Robbing A Marriage

Because the company opened its annual meeting, Ji Jinchuan came back a little late this day.

After ten thirty, the servants had already rested, and Shen Youran was waiting in the living room alone, and finally couldn't bear it, lying on the sofa and squinting for a while.

It didn't take long for her to hear the movement at the door of the living room. She opened her eyes and sat up. She saw Ji Jinchuan coming back and greeted her.

Ji Jinchuan glanced at the wall clock on the wall, and it was past eleven o'clock: "Isn't it to let you go to bed earlier, don't you have to wait for me?"

In the afternoon, he specifically called her to tell her not to wait for herself at night and take a break earlier.

"I can't sleep anyway." She took the coat between his arms and hung it on the hanger. The two walked in. They smelled a bit of alcohol on his body and turned to look at him. "How much wine did I drink? Go and cook the hangover soup for you."

Ji Jinchuan pulled her away from the kitchen and said: "You don't need to hang up the soup, make a supper."

Shen Youran helped him sit down on the sofa and poured him another glass of water: "Okay, you wait a while."

She entered the kitchen, Ji Jinchuan rubbed her temples, and looked up at the busy figure in the kitchen. The orange light brought a faint beauty to her body, and the plump figure was more beautiful.

Shen Youran guessed that he must not have eaten anything at night, so he made an egg fried rice, added shredded pork and greens, everything was ready-made, so it was done quickly.

After more than ten minutes, she came out of the kitchen with a bowl: "It's ready, let's eat."

Ji Jinchuan followed her into the restaurant. As soon as she put down the bowl, he hugged her from behind, with a deep voice and the hoarse **** appeal of the drink: "It's great."

Shen Youran didn't move. He wasn't very clear about what he said without a head and a tail. He went to break his hand and tilted his head and said with a smile: "It will be cold after a while. It's not tasty."

Ji Jinchuan's face was buried in her neck fossa: "Don't move, let me hug for a while."

On the stairs of the second floor, Fang Yaqing looked at the two people hugging together in the living room, and the fingers resting on the handrails gradually tightened.

Ji Shaoheng appeared behind her and smiled with a smile: "Does it feel wronged to see him so happy now, more unwilling?"

Fang Yaqing quickly adjusted his emotions: "I haven't."

Ji Shaoheng walked to the other side of her, stood side by side with her, and looked down at the two of them in the living room. He tweeted and said admiringly: "The feelings of the two are really good."

Fang Yaqing didn't speak, his throat moved slightly, and turned away to look away.

Ji Shaoheng had been looking at the two people in the living room downstairs. They had already sat down at the dining table. Shen Youran sat opposite Ji Jinchuan, watching him eat, with a sweet smile on his face.

"I thought my eldest brother only loved you in his life. I didn't think you have been completely eliminated by him. You have always missed him all these years."

"What nonsense you are." Fang Yaqing turned his head to look at him with clear eyes in his beautiful eyes, "I am your wife, naturally pretending to be you, he is just a past tense."

The light above his head shone on Ji Shaoheng's body, his handsome face was cold, and his eyes were as dark as Motan. He smiled and said: "As long as we are not divorced, you are my woman. Ji Jinchuan has a cleansing habit, not like I want a woman who has been slept by someone else."

His attitude made Fang Yaqing irritated and tightened his fists on his side, but he was unable to let go.

In Fang Yaqing's slightly altered complexion, he looked at her with all his ease, and the smile on his lips grew bigger and bigger: "Isn't it?"