Level One Boss: Robbing A Marriage

The weather in early spring was sunny, with white clouds like floating flocs and grass buds blooming at the beginning, exuding the breath of spring.

After breakfast, Shen Youran and Ji Jinchuan went for a walk in the back garden. When they returned to the living room, Fang Yaqing was coming down from the upstairs to see that she was just getting up.

Fang Yaqing rubbed his sore forehead and came down from the upper floor. When he saw the two people coming in from outside the door, he froze for a moment and called out, "Brother, sister-in-law."

Shen Youran nodded with a smile: "Hurry up and have breakfast."

Fang Yaqing nodded, glanced at the gentle-faced man, walked down the last step, and entered the dining room. The maid took the breakfast with ease.

The two walked over to sit down on the sofa, Shen Youran turned on the TV, took the remote control to change the TV station, and Ji Jinchuan cut an apple for her.

Soon after, the two servants came in carrying a box. The butler walked in front of them. The butler said respectfully: "Master, you have a package from Rome."

Shen Youran put down the apple with two bites in his hand and wiped his tissues to wipe his fingers: "It's here soon."

She found a pair of scissors from the drawer of the TV cabinet and walked over to open the box. Inside were their wedding photos taken in Rome, all of which were framed and mounted in photo frames of different sizes, each one was perfect .

After Ji Jinchuan read them one by one, he said warmly: "Although the time is short, but the shooting is not bad."

Shen Youran said with joy: "That's because we have good looks."

Ji Jinchuan bent his lips: "That's true."

Shen Youran smirked: "You don't think it's ashamed."

Ji Jinchuan picked up the eyebrow peak, unconfirmed, the gentle eyebrows were gentle, seeming to be the warm sun of spring.

Fang Yaqing in the restaurant, looking at the two people who smiled and admiring the photos, panicked, couldn't swallow the breakfast in his mouth, and drank several sips of milk in a row.

She and Ji Shaoheng married, did not take wedding photos, did not hold a wedding, just received a marriage certificate on the eve of going abroad, that's all.

Every time she walked past the bridal shop and looked at the wedding dress displayed in the window, she would imagine that one day she would be able to put it on, but it was not the person she loved who was married.

She squeezed the cutlery in her hand and bowed her head to stop looking at them, but her ears involuntarily listened to them.

Shen Youran pointed to one of the largest photos and said: "This one can be hung in the bedroom."

Ji Jinchuan nodded with a smile and was also very satisfied with the photos. He told the housekeeper: "Send to South Bay."

The housekeeper saw Ji Jinchuan in a good mood, and boldly suggested, "You can also hang a bedroom in the old house."

Ji Jinchuan hasn't spoken yet, Shen Youran smiled lightly: "Alright, you choose one to hang up."

The butler responded and picked one of them, let the servant hang it in Ji Jinchuan's bedroom, and let another servant wrap up the other photos and prepare to send it to South Bay.

Fearing that they were broken by clumsiness, the housekeeper kept telling me to be careful.

After Ji Jinchuan and Shen Youran returned to the room, Fang Yaqing called on the housekeeper who was about to leave, stopped at the foot of the housekeeper, and turned to look at her: "Second grandma, do you have any orders?"

She asked, "Who called you yesterday and let Shao Heng pick me up?"

The housekeeper's eyes dodged a little: "It's your assistant."

Fang Yaqing thought deeply and pondered for a moment: "It's alright, you go on."