Level One Boss: Robbing A Marriage

Fang Yaqing glanced at him, nails clasped into his palm, a simple sentence, said from his mouth, with a touch of tenderness, like a blade across her heart.

She tightened her fingers and told the servant: "Hurry up and take it..."

"I'm curious about what." Shen Youran interrupted her, and slowly lowered her tea cup. Seeing several people looked at her, she said gently, "Can you satisfy my curiosity?"

Following her words, Ji Jinchuan turned to look at her, her dark eyes were indistinct, and she could not clearly see the emotions inside, but the slightly twisted brows expressed his disapproval.

The smile on Ji Shaoheng's mouth widened: "Since the sister-in-law is curious, let's take a look."

"Ji Shaoheng, you--"

Before Fang Yaqing finished his words, he saw Ji Shaoheng ripping off the white cloth covered above.

On that easel, Ji Jinchuan in a suit and leather suit is drawn. In his hand, he holds a woman. The woman is on the back of the painting. She wears a **** dress with a hollow design on the back, showing a large piece of skin, and the butterfly bone on the right. There's a birthmark on it, and the two men held a tail ring in their hands.

This woman is not drawing positively, so others may guess that this person is Shen Youran, but Shen Youran knows clearly that there are no birthmarks on the butterfly bone on her back.

Ji Shaoheng glanced at the expressionless Ji Jinchuan, and then looked at Shen Youran, "How does Dasao feel?"

Shen Youran commented lightly: "The painter is good."

Ji Shaoheng seemed to laugh, "Is it just like this?"

She asked, "Otherwise?"

Ji Shaoheng was not afraid to look at Ji Jinchuan more frequently: "Brother, the man above you, do you want to stay as a memorial?"

Ji Jinchuan got up and walked towards the stairs. When he passed him, he gave him a cold glance, then went up the stairs and returned to the room.

After Ji Jinchuan left, Ji Shaoheng said to the other party, Yaqing: "Brother didn't speak, that's how you handle it."

Fang Yaqing's face was pale, very ugly, and his body could not help shaking.

She never expected that Ji Shaoheng would enter her studio. This painting was obviously covered with white cloth. Even the servants who usually cleaned it did not find it, but they even discovered it.

She closed her eyes and pressed down the mist that came up under her eyes. Ji Jinchuan's coldness left, which made her more sad and chilled than the humiliation that Ji Shaoheng gave her face to face.

If the painting remains, I don’t know how much disturbance it will bring. The housekeeper stepped forward: "I will handle the painting for you, grandma, what do you think?"

Fang Yaqing understood what he meant, slowed the soreness of his eyes, and nodded.

It wasn't until dinner time that Ji Jinchuan came down from upstairs.

Seeing his face not very good, Xie Suling asked, "Jinchuan, are you uncomfortable?"

Ji Jinchuan opened the chair next to Shen Youran and sat down, said indifferently: "No."

After dinner, the two sat for a moment and took Xiao Jinuo back to South Bay.

On the way back, neither of them said anything, even though there was little Zino's babble, it also showed a stiff atmosphere.

Back in South Bay, Maybach stopped in the yard, Wu Ma came out of the living room and took Jinuo in Shen Youran's arms.

Ji Jinchuan walked in front, and after entering the living room, Aunt Sun came forward. Without even taking off his coat, he walked directly to the stairs, and Aunt Sun was dumbfounded.

Shen Youran's voice suddenly sounded: "You are blaming me for embarrassing her in person?"