Level One Boss: Robbing A Marriage

Knowing when she began to love him, knowing that she had misunderstood her, and knowing that she had the intention to spend a lifetime with him.

He knew it all.

Although I knew it a little late, it didn’t matter. They lived a long life. In the future, he would put her on the apex of his heart and spoil it to make up for the misunderstanding.

After waiting a few minutes and not seeing Ji Jinchuan answering, Shen Youran asked again: "What the **** do you know?"

Ji Jinchuan raised his head and stared at her still blushing face, her thumb gently rubbing the skin on her cheek, her dark eyes burning and tenderness: "Knowing you have been in my heart."

Shen Youran said softly, "Don't you know it long ago?"

Ji Jinchuan stared at her with a smile on her eyes, with a smile on the bottom of her eyebrows, her thin lips opened lightly, and she spit out two words: "Yes."

But he did not expect that her mind was earlier than that.

The two people stayed in the room for more than two hours. When Fang Yaqing came to knock on the door, the two people came out of the room. Compared with Ji Jinchuan's calmness, Shen Youran was kissed by him like a red haze, and his lips were bloody. red.

Fang Yaqing glanced at Ji Jinchuan, and then looked at Shen Youran, who was blushing. His heart was complicated and sour: "Brother and sister-in-law, Mom let you go."

Shen Youran coughed and pretended calmly: "Okay, let's go right away."

Shen Youran and Ji Jinchuan walked in front, Fang Yaqing followed behind them, looking at the two women in front of Lang Cai, she tightened her fingers, and her internal organs cramped.

The three came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. The so-called Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was the place where the scriptures were stored. The bookshelves were all neatly placed on the bookshelves.

Xie Suling is still copying Buddhist scriptures. The two walked to the desk, and Shen Youran picked up the inkstone and continued to grind the inkstone.

Before Xie Suling copied the Buddhist scriptures, she changed her monk's robe after burning incense and purifying her hands. She still wears the grace of the plain monk's robes. Let the Buddha see your heart, so that you can be safe and sound."

Shen Youran and Fang Yaqing had no opinion. The two took pen and ink, pulled a Buddhist scripture from the bookshelf, paved the paper and began to write.

Ji Jinchuan was standing still. He looked at Xie Suling: "You copy it. I always believe that asking God is worse than asking yourself."

Xie Suling reprimanded: "No nonsense in front of Buddha!"

Ji Jinchuan's delicate eyebrows are slightly pleated. If Xie Suling is not his mother, he will definitely say that she is overly nervous.

Xie Suling went on to say: "If you are sincere, then you will feel better.

Shen Youran was afraid that he would continue to collide with Xie Suling. He quickly prepared pen and ink, took another Buddhist scripture, pulled him to the table, and handed him the brush dipped in ink.

Ji Jinchuan glanced at her, and she raised her hand, beckoning him to catch it.

Ji Jinchuan took over the pen and dropped it slowly on the paper she spread.

Shen Youran's position is right next to him. She also picked up the pen and copied it. She rarely writes brush words, so she writes a little hard, and can only barely read it.

Ji Jinchuan finished copying his line, glanced up at her, and saw her writing is crooked, she placed the pen on the inkstand, circled her from behind, and took her hand: "Pay attention to the strength of your wrist, Don’t be too rigid, you have to be flexible...”