You get married, I hijack the marriage

Chapter 333: Mr. Ji got married (1)

Ji Jinchuan asked calmly: "Where is she?"

Aunt Wu glanced upstairs and said, "I just finished my meal and am reading a book."

Ji Jinchuan responded with a "hmm" and hung up the phone without saying anything.

When Aunt Wu heard the beep coming from the receiver, she was a little confused and didn't know the significance of Ji Jinchuan's call.

Then she thought for a moment and realized that although he only asked one question, the main thing was the two sentences she answered.

Not only did she tell him that the young mistress had already eaten, she also told him what he was doing. Maybe he called to ask these questions.

She remembered that the young mistress had a fever yesterday and the young master took care of her personally. She immediately realized that the young master cared about the young mistress.

She poured a glass of water and carried it upstairs. She raised her hand and knocked on the bedroom door. Shen Youran's soft voice came from inside: "Come in."

She pushed the door open and walked in, placing the water cup next to Shen Youran's hand. Seeing that she had been reading with her head down, she hesitated to say, "Madam, it's time for lunch now. Do you want to call and ask the young master if he has eaten?"

Shen Youran closed the book in his hand, picked up the phone on the bedside table and checked the time. It was six minutes past twelve.

He shouldn't be busy at this time, right?
Seeing her staring at her phone in a daze, Wu Ma said, "The young master often forgets to eat when he is busy with work. No one reminded him before. Now that he is married, the young lady should pay more attention to him. Otherwise, it will be bad for his stomach if he continues like this for a long time."

She hesitated for a moment and said, "I'll call now."

In front of Wu Ma, she called Ji Jinchuan, but no one answered the call and it was automatically hung up.

She took the phone away from her ear and Wu Ma asked, "No one answered?"

She lowered her eyelashes, hiding the disappointment in her eyes: "He must have left his phone in the office and forgot to bring it with him." He was so angry the night before yesterday, and he was still cold and distant this morning. He was probably still angry.

Ji Jinchuan left his phone in the office to charge. When he came back from lunch, he saw a missed call from Shen Youran.

He clicked on it and checked the time. It was a call from twenty minutes ago. Wen Mo's face was expressionless. He put his phone on the table to continue charging, then turned and went into the lounge in the cubicle for a nap.

At around two o'clock in the afternoon, Xiao Cheng submitted the later planning plan for the Chenghai project to the president's office. After reading it, Ji Jinchuan had no objection and signed in the approval column.

Xiao Cheng took over the proposal: "Boss Ji, the Chenghai project has entered the final stage. Boss Bei from the partner company is inviting us to dinner tonight. Do you want to turn it down?"

Ji Jinchuan said in a flat tone without any emotion: "No need."

Xiao Cheng was surprised. Since getting married, Mr. Ji seldom attended social events unless they were extremely important. Besides, the young lady was still sick, so he should be in a hurry to go home.

As long as the manager in charge of this project goes to tonight's dinner, he doesn't have to go in person.

President Ji agreed to go, so he naturally followed orders: "Okay."

After get off work, Ji Jinchuan went to the hotel with the manager in charge of the Chenghai project. Ji Jinchuan showed up at the dinner party, which surprised Mr. Bei. He toasted him repeatedly at the table. After the dinner, the group went to Sands Bay again.

In the box, there was a hostess sitting next to every man, except Ji Jinchuan. He leaned casually on the sofa, rubbing the dial of the watch on his left wrist with his right thumb.

He sat there in silence, occasionally glancing at his watch. At half past ten, he took out his cell phone and took a look. There were no missed calls or text messages. A hint of self-mockery appeared on his cold, thin lips.

(End of this chapter)