You get married, I hijack the marriage

Chapter 676 You Will Regret It

He frowned slightly, with a hint of impatience between his cold brows. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and planned to block the person who sent the text message.

On the lit screen was the last text message that came in: If you don’t come, you will definitely regret it.

Ji Jinchuan's eyes were gloomy. He unlocked the phone and clicked on it. Bai Shiyan had sent him three text messages in total.

[Answer the phone. I have something to tell you. It's about Yaqing.]

[We have been in contact since she left. I have a diary of hers. You should want to know what she wrote. I will wait for you at 6066pm, Room of Jinhao Hotel.]

If you don't come, you will regret it.

There was a flash of light in his deep eyes, and with a flick of his finger, he dialed Bai Shiyan's number.

It seemed as if the owner of the phone was waiting for his call and had calculated that he would call her. After only two rings, the phone was connected.

Bai Shiyan's voice was very calm, but if you listened carefully, you could still hear the joy that was deliberately suppressed: "Mr. Ji."

Ji Jinchuan said in a cold tone: "Why is her diary in your hands?"

He knew that Fang Yaqing had the habit of writing a diary.

This habit has existed since they met.

He once teased her: "What era is it in? You're still writing a diary."

At the time, she smiled and said, "My memory gets worse as I get older. I keep every book I finish writing so that I can take it out and savor it carefully when I am old."

Bai Shiyan said, "Before she left, she asked me to help burn it, but I forgot about it and found it again by accident yesterday."

Fang Yaqing and Bai Shiyan lived in the same dormitory when they were in college and they had a good relationship. After graduation, they lived together. Bai Shiyan said that Fang Yaqing asked her to help burn it, and he believed it was true.

Shen Youran came out of the bathroom and saw that Ji Jinchuan looked a little strange: "What's wrong?" Ji Jinchuan said calmly: "Nothing."

Shen Youran ate some more dessert. After she was full and put down the spoon, Ji Jinchuan called the waiter to pay the bill.

The two of them left the restaurant. The snow particles outside had turned into snowflakes, floating down and landing on the shoulders of passers-by.

On the way home, Shen Youran chatted with Ji Jinchuan. No matter what he said, he just said "hmm". It was such a perfunctory answer that she felt he was absent-minded.

Back at South Bay, the Maybach stopped in the courtyard. Shen Youran unbuckled her seat belt and was about to get out of the car. The man in the driver's seat said, "I still have some things to deal with. I won't go in."

Thinking that she had disturbed him from working properly when she went to the company today, she thought it was something about work and nodded, "Then come back early."

"Yeah." Ji Jinchuan put his left hand on the steering wheel, his slender fingers slightly bent, his eyes calm and silent, "If I come back late, you go to bed first."

Shen Youran leaned over and kissed him on the face, then got out of the car with her bag.

The car drove out of Nanhai Bay. Ji Jinchuan stepped on the brakes and stopped at the side of the road. He took the cigarette box from the storage table, took out a cigarette, lit it, lowered the window, and smoked slowly.

Fang Yaqing...

In these six years, no one dared to mention this name in front of him.

Those sealed memories, along with this name, slowly turned over in my mind like a movie clip.

He took a deep puff of the cigarette, puffing out smoke for a few seconds. Some smoke rings entered his lungs, and his entire organ seemed to be paralyzed in an instant.

The cold wind blew in through the half-lowered car window, mixed with a few snowflakes, and blew off the ash at the front of the cigarette butt.

After smoking half a pack of cigarettes, he started the engine and drove towards the hotel.

(End of this chapter)