Level One Boss: Robbing A Marriage

"Thank you." She said a lot of thanks tonight.

Ji Jinchuan turned and walked away. He just caught the doorknob and stopped at his feet. He looked back at her and said, "I will let Feng Yi call you at home. You can sleep peacefully."

Once again, "Thank You" was blocked by the sound of the door closing. She laughed dumbly. She was really hypocritical tonight.

After Ji Jinchuan left, she walked to the window and opened the curtains. The South Bay is a single-family villa. The window is not a 10,000 lights, but a lawn and a flower garden.

She stood by the window and blew the wind for a while, her chaotic head gradually sobered, and when she saw that it was almost morning, she went into the bathroom to take a shower.

She came out of the bathroom, blew her hair and went to bed. I wondered if there was too much happening tonight or in an unfamiliar environment. She couldn't sleep, so she opened the door and went out.

Wu Ma was asleep, moonlight shining in from the floor-to-ceiling glass of the dining room, and the huge living room reflected the silhouette of Yuehui.

She fumbled down the stairs, and there was a separate bar in the northwest corner of the living room, which was filled with a variety of different vintages, and the price of each bottle was very expensive.

She picked a glass of 82-year-old French red wine, took a goblet, opened it and poured a glass to drink alone.

Not long after Ji Jinchuan slept, some dry mouth, he went downstairs in a bathrobe, took an empty glass and received a glass of water from the water dispenser, ready to return to the room.

After two steps, I found something was wrong. The air was filled with a scent of wine. He looked back. The woman on the sofa was lying halfway down, her head resting on the armrest, and she could only see the seaweed-like hair.

He walked around the other end of the sofa. Shen Youran had already drank the seven meats and eight vegetarians. An empty wine bottle was poured on the coffee table. Her eyes were blurred and she raised the glass in her hand: "Want to have a glass?"

Ji Jinchuan frowned and looked at her. The wines here are all of the highest quality. Some wines just tasted good, but the stamina is great. She actually drank a whole bottle alone?

Because she was lying halfway, the neckline of her bathrobe was slightly open, revealing her white skin, and Xuefeng's arc was looming.

He took the wine glass in her hand and placed it on the table. He looked at her condescendingly and said in a low voice: "It's just a man. Without him, can't you survive?"

"What man?" Her pretty face was as blushing as her eyes, and her eyes were flirtatious. "I just... I can't sleep in a strange place."

Ji Jinchuan looked at her and looked at her. It seemed to be discerning the truth in her words. After a moment of silence, he said: "Even if I can't sleep, I go back to the room and lie down. I have to go to work tomorrow."

Jiujin headed up, her head hurt so badly, she propped up the arm of the sofa a few times before she stood up, the slightly open collar exposed the delicate collarbone, like a carved artwork.

She stood up and down staggeringly, and the breath she exhaled was filled with a scent of wine: "Yeah, tomorrow... I have to go to work."

She had just taken a step and almost fell. Ji Jinchuan reached out to help her, her calf leaned at the corner of the coffee table, her body leaned forward inertially, and threw her back into the sofa. Fortunately, he supported him in time so that he would not press her.

Shen Youran lay on the sofa, and he pressed against her. Her drunken cheeks were flushed and her eyes were silky, her clear eyes seemed to be hooked on her soul, and her charming eyes were like flowers waiting to be picked.

The breath she exhaled, mixed with the smell of alcohol, invaded his blood vessels from all directions, and the whole blood boiled.