You get married, I hijack the marriage

Chapter 1917 He Won’t Eat Them
He left the room, went up to the second floor, walked to the master bedroom as if he was familiar with the place, and knocked on the door.

There was no answer from inside, so he knocked a few more times, but still no one came to open the door.

He looked down and saw light coming out from the gap under the door.

The person was clearly inside, why didn't he open the door? Why didn't he answer?
He won't eat them!

He turned the doorknob, but the door was locked from the inside.

The tip of his tongue touched his cheek. Locked? Was he on guard against him?
Ji Shaoheng was a little annoyed and knocked hard a few times, thinking that if she didn't open the door, he would get the spare key and open it himself.

After a moment, there was a slight noise inside, followed by Fang Yaqing's voice: "What's the matter?"

He frowned slightly: "Open the door!"

Fang Yaqing's voice was a little cold: "If you have anything to say, just tell me."

The more she didn't open the door, the angrier he became. Was she afraid that he would do something to her?
What a joke! Ji Shaoheng can have any kind of woman he wants.

"Open the door!"

The door was opened, and Fang Yaqing looked at him coldly: "Didn't I tell you to stay in the guest room downstairs? What are you doing upstairs?"

Ji Shaoheng saw water stains on her clothes and guessed that she was giving Fang Sitong a bath.

The clothes on her chest were wet, outlining her full and voluptuous outline, and even the color of her underwear could be vaguely seen.

His throat was a little dry, and after rolling it up and down, he felt a heat stirring in his body.

Seeing that he hadn't spoken, Fang Yaqing asked again, "What's the matter?"

Ji Shaoheng looked away and coughed unnaturally: "The bed in the guest room is not made."

Because she was giving Fang Sitong a bath, for convenience, Fang Yaqing simply tied her hair into a bun, with two strands of hair hanging on her temples, which looked a little messy, but also showed the charm of a mature woman.

Her hand was on the door handle. "So?" Ji Shaoheng said as a matter of course, "There is no nanny here, so I'll trouble you."

Fang Yaqing had no intention of helping: "Do it yourself."

Ji Shaoheng blew a breath, and the flowing bangs on his forehead lifted up, making him look even more handsome and free and easy.

There was no expression on his feminine and handsome face: "If I could do it, would I have to come to you?"

Fang Yaqing sneered. If he came to her, did she have to help him?
"Then sleep on the sofa." After saying that, she was about to close the door.

Ji Shaoheng quickly stretched out his hand to hold it, and said in a deep voice: "Then ask Tongtong to come out. I want to take her home."

Let him sleep on the sofa?
Did you make a mistake!
When their eyes met, there was a cold chill in both of them.

Fang Yaqing dug her fingers into the door frame, and her joints turned white bit by bit. She finally gave in and looked at Ji Shaoheng expressionlessly.

"Wait a moment, I'll come right after I give Tongtong a bath."

Ji Shaoheng expected her to compromise, and there was no surprise on his face: "You know I have a bad patience."

Fang Yaqing glared at him, her eyes filled with anger but unable to speak, and she slammed the door.

Ji Shaoheng took a few steps back, leaned against the railing, lit a cigarette, and smoked it slowly.

When he was smoking the second cigarette, the door was opened and Fang Yaqing walked out, still wearing the same clothes.

Fang Yaqing didn't even look at him, she walked towards the stairs, her thin body graceful and slender.

He took a deep puff of his cigarette and followed her down the stairs slowly.

(End of this chapter)