Level One Boss: Robbing A Marriage

In the next few days, Shen Youran was in the calm and calm.

On the one hand, Ji Jinchuan went to the United States on a business trip, on the other hand, Mr. Shen returned to Oakland.

On the third day of Ji Jinchuan's business trip, when it was time to go off work, all the colleagues were gone. Shen Youran turned off the computer and was ready to leave work. Feng Yi stopped her: "Yoran, can you do me a favor?"

In addition to being stereotyped, Feng Yi is very nice, and she smiled: "Of course."

Feng Yi gave her the key and told her the password of the villa: "This is the key of Villa General Ji, please go to his house and send him the last page of the notebook on the study table, and the recorded programming code to him. I'm going to the airport Pick up, time is too late, please."

"This... isn't it good?" She was a little embarrassed, Ji Jinchuan's house, can anyone else enter casually?

Feng Yi understood her concerns and took a pen and paper and quickly wrote down two mailboxes: "The top one is Mr. Ji's mailbox. The following is my mailbox and password. You send it with my mailbox. In my name, Ji will never know about it."

She was very strange: "Are there no servants?"

"President Ji lives alone in a villa in South Bay, and the maid is sick and asks for leave."

Shen Youran saw that she was very anxious and agreed.

Feng Yi wrote the address of Ji Jinchuan Villa and hurried to the airport.

After leaving the company, Pharaoh drove the car and saw her listless, and asked, "Ms. Er, is your job going wrong today?"

She shook her head: "You come down, take a taxi back, leave me the car, I have something to do."

Lao Wang did what he said.

South Bay.

Shen Youran got out of the car, looked at the luxurious villa, and once again lamented the wealth of Ji Jinchuan. It was really handsome and golden, but a private villa could be comparable to the old Shen family house.

She fetched the key from her bag and verified it again with a password before opening the door lock.

At the entrance, she found the maid’s shoes from the shoe cabinet and put them on. She visited the living room. If it weren’t for the wall clock on the wall, a reminder sounded all the time, and she almost forgot about her business.

She walked up the second floor around the revolving gilded handrail and found the study according to Feng Yi's position. There was a black leather notebook on the desk folder.

She turned to the last page with a row of codes on it. She turned on the computer but showed that she needed to enter a password, so she had to call Feng Yi.

No one answered Feng Yi's call. She had to use her mobile phone to log in to Feng Yi's mailbox and send the information to Ji Jinchuan's mailbox.

After completing the task, she looked at Ji Jinchuan's study. His study was simply furnished, and unlike the study of Mr. Shen, it was full of antiques.

The bookshelf was filled with all kinds of books. She slipped her fingertips in a row and extracted a "A Brief History of Time" from it. She flipped it through randomly and accidentally dropped a photo from it.

The photo is well preserved, but it still looks old, and the person on the photo is Ji Jinchuan.

Looking at the pictures of his age when he was in college, he was clean and handsome in his twenties, and the smile on his mouth was as bright as summer.

He who is now indifferent is just like two people.

Upon closer inspection, she found that there were only half of the photos, and the other half seemed to have been cut off. Although the corners were trimmed neatly, there were still traces of unevenness.

She flipped the photo, and behind the photo was a string of English: Youaremyyouthinabrightalight, youwillbecolorful.

In those years in California, because of her depravity, poor grades were a mess, but English was okay.

The meaning of this string of English translations is: you are a bright light in my youth, only you will be colorful.