Level One Boss: Robbing A Marriage

lonely?

Fang Yaqing was stunned for a while. The term was not appropriate for him.

In other words, they have been husband and wife for many years, and she has never seen him show such an expression.

Is he arguing with the Miss Chu?

But even so, he shouldn't be this expression.

unless--

He fell in love with that Miss Chu.

However, if he does not like Miss Chu, he will not marry her.

It turns out that people like him also like other people.

In her impressions, Ji Shaoheng is a sinister, brutal man who is even colder and more ruthless than Ji Jinchuan.

So she always thought that people like him would not like other people. Unexpectedly, he would have such a day.

Fang Yaqing recalled the situation that day, and Miss Chu was indeed pretty.

Pretty women have always liked people.

No wonder Ji Shaoheng will like her.

Ji Shaoheng likes Miss Chu, and will definitely marry her, and Tongtong...

Her heart is sore.

Her daughter must have another family, and she must call her mother.

Probably, Ji Shaoheng suddenly turned her head to look at her.

She was going to hide in a subconscious way, but thinking that the light in the room was always on, he must have guessed that he was not asleep.

He rebelled against him the night before, he was very angry and walked quietly the next morning.

He doesn't seem to be in a good mood now. If he is annoyed again, he will not be the one who suffers.

She went downstairs in pajamas, walked out of the living room to him, and stopped two steps away from him: "How come this time?"

Ji Shaoheng narrowed his eyes: "Can't I come?"

His straight-eyed eyes stared at Fang Yaqing with some guilty conscience, and her lips twitched: "No."

After Ji Shaoheng finished smoking the last cigarette, and twisted the cigarette butts, he flicked the cigarette butts with both hands and lifted his feet towards the living room.

Fang Yaqing followed behind him, looking at the man's back, the discomfort in his heart gradually dissipated.

After entering the living room, Fang Yaqing asked him: "Do you still drink tea?"

Before he answered, he heard her say again: "It is not good to drink tea at night. Juice or boiled water?"

Ji Shaoheng froze for a few seconds, a strange flash on his face,

Seeing that he didn't speak, Fang Yaqing turned to look at him: "Is it possible?"

He nodded faintly: "Boiling water."

Fang Yaqing walked to the water dispenser and took him a glass of water. After folding it back, he placed it on the coffee table and sat down on the sofa himself.

She was really right. Ji Shaoheng was in a bad mood and never spoke.

She sat dry, not knowing what to do, picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.

Fearing that he would feel noisy, his heart would become more irritable, so he turned his voice to the minimum.

Sitting at ten o'clock, seeing that Ji Shaoheng hadn't planned to leave yet, she dared not remind him and yawned.

After she yawned several times in a row, Ji Shaoheng glanced inadvertently and got upstairs.

Fang Yaqing turned off the TV and followed behind him.

Passing outside the bedroom, Ji Shaoheng pushed the door sideways and walked in.

Fang Yaqing behind him giggled, but since he agreed to the conditions for his stay here, this kind of thing is inevitable.

She stood at the door to adjust her mood and slowly entered the room.

Ji Shaoheng went into the bathroom to take a shower. She walked over to open the curtains and went to bed.

Suddenly remembered something again, pulled open the drawer of the bedside table, took out the condom inside and put it in a prominent position.