Level One Boss: Robbing A Marriage

Ji Jinchuan's body was faintly scented with shower gel, with a manly atmosphere, and filled her nose.

She took two steps back and pulled the distance between the two. The masculinity in him was so strong that she reminded her of the male hormones emitted from him when doing the kind of thing when the two were together. taste.

Ji Jinchuan's cool eyes looked at her, and when she saw her cheeks red, her eyes squinted, she unexpectedly raised her eyebrow peak: "Sexual fantasy in me?"

"You bullshit." He said with a playful words, Shen Youran blushed his cheeks, and even the whole ear was red.

Seeing her small red face, he was more convinced that his guess was correct, and said with a smile: "No fantasy, you are welcome to come down at any time."

Shen Youran: "..."

She fled into the kitchen and fled into the kitchen, standing in front of the sink, patting her hot cheeks, but the violent heartbeat in her chest could not be restrained.

Ji Jinchuan looked at her stupidity, her thin lips raised slightly, and the light in her black eyes indicated that he was in a good mood.

Shen Youran took a deep breath and touched her flat belly to start cooking.

Ji Jinchuan had long legs overlapping and sat lazily on the sofa. Hearing the slight sound from the kitchen, he felt a illusion of home.

When he was in college, he also often imagined that when he came home after get off work every day, he could see his beloved woman prepare meals for him and wait for him to come back.

Later, the woman followed others and went to other places, and he never had this idea again.

But today, seeing the busy and cheerful Shen Youran in the kitchen, this idea came out of my heart again.

Of the three people, Shen Youran made four dishes and a soup, some simple home-made dishes. She served the dishes on the table, and Ji Jinchuan took the tableware and placed it on the table.

When Shen Youran saw that he only took two people, he asked in doubt: "Where is Xiao Cheng?"

Ji Jinchuan turned his head to look at her gentle and quiet profile: "He went to the restaurant downstairs to eat."

She knew that she would make one less dish, which would save time. She served the meal and handed it to Ji Jinchuan. She also filled herself with a bowl, pulled back the chair and sat down, and the two began to have lunch.

Ji Jinchuan’s tutoring is excellent, he is slow and elegant when he is eating, his movements are elegant, his shirt sleeves are picked up by him casually, and he is more casual and lazy.

He looked up at Shen Youran on the opposite side. She was extremely quiet during her meal. The quiet little face was soft and soft: "Who did you learn the skill of cooking with?"

Shen Youran filled a bowl of soup and hung it beside: "Recipe."

Ji Jinchuan asked again: "Study in California?"

I don't know what happened, Ji Jinchuan couldn't help thinking of her years in California alone, and she was exiled abroad by her relatives. It must be very uncomfortable, right?

Shen Youran admitted frankly: "Yes."

"In those three years...you must have had a bad time?" His indifferent black eyes stared at her momentarily, and there was an unspeakable feeling in his heart, not sympathy and pity, but more so than sympathy and pity. Made him feel sorry.

Pity?

Ji Jinchuan seemed to have had a nightmare and was shocked with cold sweat. Was he crazy?

Except for that woman, he had never felt a little affection for other women, not even the humblest sympathy.

For Shen Youran, he did not deny that he had a special feeling for her, that kind of feeling, even he himself could not figure out what it was.