Level One Boss: Robbing A Marriage

He cut off the phone, leaned forward, brushed the hair on the woman's face, and there was a trace of doubt in his eyes: "You."

Smelling a strong smell of wine on his body, he twisted his eyebrow peak and saw her licking his lips out of his tongue. He poured a glass of water to feed her and laid her flat on the bed.

He took his mobile phone to the balcony and called Xiao Cheng: "Check the director Lin's itinerary today."

Soon Xiao Cheng called him back and heard Shen Youran talking with Qian about the contract of the western land tonight. The sharp black eyes narrowed slightly.

Why she appeared in his room, all this can be explained.

Back in the room, he stood by the bed and looked down at the sleeping woman. The buttons on the chest of her shirt unbuttoned two, showing her beautiful neck and deep snow-like gully.

His heart was both fortunate and slightly annoyed.

Fortunately, Qian always sent her to his bed, not someone else's bed.

What is annoying is that Qian always has a reputation in the circle. Presumably Lin Moan has also heard, how can she let a woman talk to a contract with that kind of scum, what is he doing?

He sat down by the bed, **** the woman's face, fingertips across her eyebrows, down the delicate nose bridge, and landed on her crimson lips, rubbing forgotten.

"Youyou." The low voice was full of tenderness.

Shen Youran, who was asleep, didn't know what she had dreamed about, but her lips were slightly raised, holding his fingers and sucking gently.

His head burst, his blood seemed to flow backwards, his body tight together.

During the five years when Shen Youran was absent, some women undressed and climbed onto his bed to seduce him.

He saw them like a rubber doll, and his body did not react at all.

And now, she is only a small movement, which can evoke the most primitive desire of his body, and wake up what he has been sleeping for many years.

It seems that this life is really hers.

...

At about half past ten, Shen Youran hadn't come back yet. Lin Moan called her, and no one answered her, and also called Assistant Tang, as well.

He found Mr. Qian's phone number and called Mr. Qian, but his cell phone was turned off.

None of the three were able to reach him. He was a little panicked in his heart. He picked up the car key on the table, quickly walked out of the study, and drove to the Palin Hotel.

After arriving at the restaurant, he reported the name of General Manager Qian, but was told by the waiter that they had left.

When he came out of the restaurant, it was close to twelve. No matter how many Shen Youran's calls, no one answered.

...

The next day, Shen Youran opened his eyes and saw that he was in a strange place, thinking that they were drunk by Mr. Qian last night and touched his clothes for the first time.

In addition to the jacket lying on the bedside, the shirt and skirt were also worn on the body, and she was relieved instantly, secretly regretting that she was too careless.

With the sound of "Drip", the door of the room was swept open, and Ji Jinchuan pushed the door in and walked in.

He was dressed in casual clothes, sweating on his forehead, and it seemed that he had just finished exercising.

Shen Youran frowned slightly: "Why are you here?"

Ji Jinchuan walked over, opened the door of the closet, took out a suit, and looked back at her blank face.

"You should ask, why are you here."

Shen Youran's eyebrows and contemplation, combined with the matter at the last banquet, she quickly thought of the reason: "I was sent by the money."