Level One Boss: Robbing A Marriage

Ji Jinchuan finished smoking a cigarette, and looked up to see her staring at herself absently, frowning slightly, her voice softly saying, "Have you run out?"

She looked back calmly and looked at the computer. The screen had been locked for a long time without moving the screen. The desktop went dark. She moved the mouse and the desktop lit up, but she needed to enter the password: "What is the password?"

He pressed the cigarette **** in his hand into the ashtray, unconsciously reported a string of numbers, and then the whole person was stunned.

Not only him, even Fang Yaqing looked at him dumbfounded, with a gleam of light in his eyes.

I rarely come back here, so the computer password has not been changed, and it has always been Fang Yaqing's birthday.

Fang Yaqing entered the password, and he looked up at the man, staring at him scorchingly: "Have you not forgotten yet?"

Ji Jinchuan's eyes became deep in an instant. He didn't want to delve into what she called forgetting, whether she forgot her birthday, or the once-in-a-lifetime love affair.

He lit a cigarette again: "Are you alright abroad?"

Fang Yaqing smiled abruptly, with a slightly cool smile: "Do you care?"

Her question wasn't light, and Ji Jinchuan's heart shuddered abruptly, unconsciously straightening her body.

Her bright face was a little pale, and her eyes were wistful, and she stared at him so straight, as if she wanted an answer.

Don't look over the window, the dark night has no meniscus stars, and the black one is like a bottomless hole, which makes people suffocate for no reason.

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Shen Youran put away the presents and went downstairs to let the maid brew a cup of coffee, intending to send it to Ji Jinchuan.

When he walked outside the library and saw Fang Yaqing coming out from inside, Fang Yaqing's pace was a little anxious. Xu didn't see it and knocked over the coffee in her hand. She grunted and sighed.

The coffee cup slammed on the ground, falling apart, and dark brown water splashed on her cotton slippers, with deep and shallow spots printed on it.

Fang Yaqing's loose expression gradually turned back, and after seeing her scalded hand, she quickly apologized: "Sister-in-law, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

Shen Youran hadn't spoken yet, the door of the study was yanked open, and Ji Jinchuan walked quickly to her, looked at her red hot hand, and glanced at the debris on the ground again, frowning: "Not in the room. Stay, what do you run out of?"

Hearing his faint tone, she blinked innocently: "I'll bring you coffee."

Ji Jinchuan caught her wrist, took her to the bedroom, pulled her into the bathroom, unscrewed the faucet, and put her hand in the water.

The water was too cold, and she subconsciously shrank her hand. Ji Jinchuan dragged her wrist to prevent it from moving: "At least three minutes."

She couldn't help but shudder, and tried to pump again, her wrists were tightly tightened by him, she deflated: "But it's really cool."

Ji Jinchuan put her in her arms from behind and ironed her heart with his body temperature: "Be obedient."

Shen Youran leaned in his arms, although the water flushed on his hands was very cold, but his heart was warm: "What does Yaqing do in your study?"

The man was tall, and she was wearing flat shoes. He leaned over his jaw and placed it on her neck fossa, and drew the back of her hot red hand under the faucet: "borrow a computer."

She recalled the situation of Fang Yafang. Fang Yaqing seemed to be in a low mood, otherwise she wouldn’t have seen her: “She seems to have a bad face when she comes out of your study.”

Ji Jinchuan was silent for a few seconds, and a warm breath lingered on his cheeks and ears, and he teased his lips and said, "Will you still look at each other?"