You get married, I hijack the marriage

Chapter 1921 I have no right to move

"Yes." The servant hurried over to get it, and handed the invitation to her with both hands. He kept his head down and didn't dare to look at her. There was some trepidation in his voice, "Madam, I'm sorry, I forgot."

Shen Youran took it and opened it. It was the full moon banquet of Qiu Shaoze’s son, which happened a month ago.

She handed the invitation to the servant: "It's okay, just throw it away."

Even if she received it in advance, she would not go.

When the servant heard that she didn't care, he breathed a sigh of relief and took the things she handed over.

……

Ji Shaoheng fell asleep in the late night, so he woke up a little late the next morning.

He woke up, got out of bed, walked to the closet with sleepy eyes, opened it and found it was empty.

After sleeping for a long time, his brain was not very clear, and his spare clothes were only in the master bedroom upstairs.

He picked up the clothes he took off yesterday and looked at them. They were already wrinkled and could not be worn.

He had no choice but to put on his trousers and go to the bathroom, but there were no spare toiletries in the room.

He washed his face to wake himself up, scooped up a handful of water to rinse his mouth, and then left the room.

Fang Yaqing and Fang Sitong were in the living room. Fang Yaqing was cutting her bangs. When she saw him coming out, Fang Sitong shouted, "Dad, why are you getting up now? Mommy and I have already had breakfast."

Ji Shaoheng smiled at her: "Then why didn't you call me?"

Fang Sitong didn't say anything, but her eyes glanced at Fang Yaqing. She wanted to do it too, but her mother wouldn't let her.

Fang Yaqing looked up inadvertently and saw that Ji Shaoheng was not wearing a shirt and was bare-chested.

She frowned slightly: "I don't care what you do at home, but this is not the Ji family, and Tongtong is here, put on your clothes." When Ji Shaoheng washed his face just now, his hair on his forehead was wet, and a strand of hair stuck to his smooth and full forehead. He raised his hand and smoothed it: "No clothes."

Fang Yaqing looked at him coldly: "What about yesterday's?"

Ji Shaoheng said in a cold tone: "When have you ever seen me wear the same clothes for two consecutive days?"

The two have lived together for six years, and she knows some of his habits. Fang Yaqing's brows were furrowed tighter and her voice was cold.

"Then call Yan Hao and ask him to send you some clothes."

Ji Shaoheng sat down on the single sofa: "Yan Hao is busy, go find me one."

In response to his commanding tone, Fang Yaqing said coldly, "Okay, skirt or belly top?"

Ji Shaoheng's face darkened: "You want me to wear your clothes?"

Fang Yaqing's eyes were filled with a hint of sarcasm: "What else? Where do I find men's clothes?"

Ji Shaoheng leaned against the sofa, shaking his legs like a master: "There are some in the closet of your room, just take any one."

Fang Yaqing paused with her hand holding the scissors and looked up at her: "How did you know?"

There are many men's suits, shirts, and trousers in the closet. Although he went upstairs last night, he did not enter the room. How did he know?
Ji Shaoheng's dark eyes looked at the woman's exquisite face with interest, and a dark light flashed across his eyes: "Could it be that it has been so long that you don't even remember who owns this house?"

Fang Yaqing lowered her head in thought. It seemed that Ji Shaoheng already knew that the house belonged to Ji Jinchuan, so he said that.

It's not surprising that there would be spare clothes at Ji Jinchuan's place.

She said coldly: "I am just staying here temporarily. I have no right to touch your brother's things."

(End of this chapter)