Ye Shao Meng spoils his little wife

Not long after, there was a noise at the door, "Why are you imprisoning my son? He didn't hit anyone. What's more, my son was injured all over. It's kind of me not to seek compensation from them."

Luo Qiuan's gaze turned, and a middle-aged woman with red lips and curly hair glanced at her, as if gaining confidence, "That woman is fine."

Luo Qiu'an understood why this woman's son became like this.

The other staff explained what happened to her kindly and patiently. The middle-aged woman still looked arrogant, and she didn't feel that she was wrong at all.

"My son fell like that, but the woman sat there safe and sound. Whoever bumped into him may not know."

It was obviously her son's motorcycle, but this woman confidently turned black and white, and the man in suits and leather shoes beside her also kept silent and let her make trouble.

Luo Qiuan straightened her lips. The victim is fine, so is the perpetrator not at fault?
In a flash before her eyes, the man's tall figure blocked her sight and walked straight towards the middle-aged woman.

"Repeat what you said."

Ji Chenhao's height is [-], and he has a natural sense of oppression. He holds up his mobile phone to record in a calm manner, and his calm and mind-wandering appearance makes middle-aged women dare not speak.

His husband looked at Ji Chenhao carefully with a pale face, "Mr. Ji? Mr. Ji, I'm sorry, it's my son's fault. He is ignorant. I want my unfilial son to apologize to you."

Yang Yong's face was covered with cold sweat. His daughter Yang Jiayue was fired by President Ji a while ago. He worked hard for fear of being implicated and losing his position as deputy general manager. He didn't expect his son to make such a big mess again. His eyes darkened. Blood pressure can't stop soaring, is my job going to be lost by this couple?

The middle-aged woman still doesn't know how to repent. She has been dating the group of sisters to play cards and go shopping all day long. How can she know the identity of the person in front of her, "Why should my son apologize to him? Now that woman is safe and sound, and my son is lying on the hospital bed .”

Ji Chenhao pressed the recording pause button, "What's the matter, tell my lawyer."

The middle-aged man wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. How could he have a lawsuit with Mr. Ji? He might not be able to find a job in the future. Who would dare to offend Mr. Ji because of him.

He gave his mother-in-law a hard look, and slapped her, "Mr. Ji, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, there's no need to go to court for being so unreasonable, that brat should be locked up for a few days."

Ji Chenhao looked at Yang Yong calmly, with a light glance, Yang Yong's back was wet.

"I'm not the one you should be apologizing to."

Only then did Yang Yong realize something, and hurriedly dragged his mother-in-law over, "Miss, my son is ignorant, so I'm really sorry, look... can you let Mr. Ji give up the idea of ​​going to court?"

The middle-aged woman also realized that she might have offended someone who should not be offended, so she apologized to Luo Qiu'an reluctantly, "I'm sorry."

Luo Qiu'an is not a kind person who repays grievances with kindness. She looked at Ji Chenhao in the distance, and the man Danfeng had a smile in his eyes, with a tiny light shining, as if he was completely handed over to her.

"Some things can't be solved with an apology. If I hadn't been rescued, I would be the one lying on the hospital bed. Where would I go to find my baby? The victim is fine, so the perpetrator is right?"

Luo Qiuan questioned repeatedly, and Yang Yong couldn't help nodding and bowing, "Yes, yes, you are right, we are the ones who are sorry for you."

He took out a card from his pocket, "A small thing is not a respect."

Luo Qiuan didn't answer, and the staff next to him suddenly said, "Your son is awake."

Yang Yong had no choice but to take back the card, "I want my son to apologize to you, just wait."

After a while, Yang Yong pushed his son out, his feet were wrapped around, but the rest was intact, and he could even whistle towards Luo Qiuan.

Ji Chenhao's eyes focused, as if he had turned into substance and stabbed Yang Yong's son with a knife, "It seems that there is no need to say any more, intentional murder, I hope your son will live comfortably in prison for the rest of his life."

He walked towards Luo Qiuan, protecting the woman in his arms, covering it tightly, and his broad shoulders gave Luo Qiuan an infinite sense of security.

When Yang Yong's son heard that he was going to jail, he whimpered and yelled in fright, "I didn't want to kill her, it wasn't me, Dad, save me, I don't want to go to jail, it's my sister, it's Yang Jiayue, I want to scare her into buying me the latest electronics whenever this woman has a miscarriage."

Yang Yong's face turned pale. He never expected that this accident was caused by the petite and willful daughter at home.

As soon as Luo Qiuan heard it, she understood that she was holding a grudge against her. It just so happened that Yang Jiayue rushed over in a hurry, and the whole family was jumping around, shirking responsibility.

Ji Chenhao didn't have the patience to spend time with this group of people, he pulled Luo Qiuan and walked towards the door, "A lawyer will deal with it later."

Luo Qiu'an glanced at Ji Chenhao's cold and hard face from the corner of his eye, and keenly sensed that the man's mood was probably not very good. She thought that Ji Chenhao's mood was disturbed by that family, "I'll buy you a drink." Hot drink?"

As she spoke, she walked towards the distance, and Ji Chenhao followed her closely.

Luo Qiuan handed the milk tea to Ji Chenhao, who held out his hand.

Luo Qiuan showed a few white teeth, and shallow pear dimples floated on her white and jade-like cheeks, delicate and soft.

But the man's hand landed on her forehead, and his slender fingertips smoothed her messy bangs.

Luo Qiuan's hand holding the milk tea froze in the air, and she didn't know who touched her heartstrings.

The Christmas songs sounded again from the storefront on the corner of the street, and our eyes met. This winter ushered in the first snow.

The cold snowflakes fell on the woman's hair and into her black and beautiful pupils, Ji Chenhao slowly approached Luo Qiuan.

It was a lingering and domineering kiss...

……

Last night's shopping was too late, and Luo Qiuan was rarely late.

She didn't know until she arrived at the office that a new special assistant had arrived, and she thought it had nothing to do with her.

Unexpectedly, in the afternoon, a woman with curly black hair and a gentle smile came over, "Hello, Lotte, I'm Gao Fangfei, a new colleague, and the child of a friend of Mr. Ji's parents. I grew up with Mr. Ji." Big one, I often hear him mention you."

Gao Fangfei stretched out her hand gracefully, and with the other hand, she brushed her hair inadvertently. She was not familiar with Ji Chenhao at all. It was because she bribed Xie Chenling and got a good relationship to become this life assistant. Two years ago, when she sent Luo Qiu'an to Ji Chenhao's bed with her own hands, she regretted it so much that her intestines turned green. Fortunately, there was still time, Ah Hao could only be hers.