Level One Boss: Robbing A Marriage

Fang Yaqing sullenly: "Ji Shaoheng, you get me up!"

Ji Shaoheng lay sideways next to her, supporting her head with one hand, one leg resting on hers, pressing hers.

He smiled and laughed: "Afraid I will force you?"

Fang Yaqing's face was white and red, with both hands clutching the sheet underneath, trying to restrain the body's tremor and fear.

If he really used force, she could not resist him, Tongtong was downstairs, she did not dare to cry.

Ji Shaoheng flicked the broken hair on her face intimately, a glimmer of light flashed in her black eyes: "If you take the initiative to kiss me, I will let you go."

Fang Yaqing hated his teeth, "You are shameless."

"If you don't kiss me, I will show you shamelessly now." As he said, he reached out and touched the zipper on the side of her skirt.

Fang Yaqing held his hand and swallowed in a panic: "Don't mess up."

Ji Shaoheng looked at her expression with daring and anger, and it was very interesting, so she continued to tease her: "Then kiss me."

Fang Yaqing clenched his fingers. If it weren't for the palm of his hand, he was afraid that his palm would be broken again: "Impossible."

Ji Shaoheng loosened her zipper, grasped her softness, and squeezed hard.

His hands were so strong that Fang Yaqing felt a little pain from him, and subconsciously yelled out.

Ji Shaoheng snorted softly, with a sneer on the corners of his mouth: "Listen to how much you want-be dissatisfied."

Fang Yaqing's face was pale for a while, grabbing his hand and biting on his tiger's mouth.

She slammed her foot, and Ji Shaoheng's distressed expression was distorted. He broke the mouth and scolded: "Fang Yaqing, are you a **** dog?"

There was a **** smell spreading in the mouth. Fang Yaqing let out a sigh, she looked at him with a sneer: "This is what you asked for!"

Ji Shaoheng's tiger's mouth has a row of teeth marks and blood drops, and his whole hand seems to be paralyzed and unconscious.

The storm on his face hit in an instant, as if to eat people, and looked at Fang Yaqing somberly.

"You **** mom is looking for death!"

Fang Yaqing looked at the dark clouds on his face and stared at him reluctantly: "Who made you move your foot to me, you deserve it!"

Ji Shaoheng's deep and sharp eyes don't have a hint of emotion: "We haven't done the divorce procedure yet. Legally speaking, we are still husband and wife. Even if I treat you today, that is legal."

"You--" Fang Yaqing's blood attacked his heart, his chest undulating.

"Dad, Mummy, what are you doing?" Ruinuo Nuo's voice came from the door.

The two looked up and saw Fang Sitong standing at the door, two black eyes staring blankly at them.

Fang Yaqing got up from the bed, sorted out his clothes, Qiang Yanhuan smiled and said: "Mommy and Dad are talking."

"Oh." Fang Sitong blinked.

Fang Yaqing walked over, picked up the clothes on the floor and put them on the bed, holding Fang Sitong down the stairs.

Ji Shaoheng took a spare set of toiletries from the cabinet, entered the bathroom to wash, and then went downstairs.

Fang Yaqing and Fang Sitong were sitting on the sofa, the TV was on, and Fang Sitong was eating fruit.

He walked over and asked, "Is there any breakfast?"

"Yes, in—"

Fang Sitong raised his hand to cover his mouth just after Fang Sitong said halfway, Fang Yaqing said coldly: "No."

Ji Shaoheng looked at the cold Fang Yaqing, and at Fang Sitong. He was smart enough to guess what Fang Sitong was going to say.