Level One Boss: Robbing A Marriage

After dinner, Ji Shaoheng and Fang Yaqing accompanied their daughter to watch TV for a while, and at nine o'clock, took her to rest upstairs.

Fang Yaqing bathed her daughter and returned to the bedroom after she fell asleep.

There was no one in the room, and there was a splash of water in the bathroom.

Thinking of his wounds, she came outside the bathroom, knocked on the frosted glass door, and reminded him: "Your injury is not good enough to take a shower."

Inside came the voice of Ji Shaoheng: "It doesn't matter."

Fang Yaqing frowned, raised his hand to hold the doorknob, opened the door with a slight twist, and looked at the man with a uniform proportion.

There was a layer of mist in the bathroom, and the man's entire body was surrounded by mist.

Seeing her coming in, Ji Shaoheng was afraid of water splashing on her, turned off the shower and put it up, turned around, facing Fang Yaqing, saying with a smile: "Want to wash with me?"

At that glance, Fang Yaqing saw that his wounds had become scabs, but when he showered with a shower like this, it was easy to peel off the scars of the wounds, which would be very serious.

"Let me see your injury."

"I'm fine." In the hospital these days, Ji Yangkun and others watched. He hadn't taken a bath for several days and was very uncomfortable.

Fang Yaqing turned a blind eye to the spring light in front of him, and his voice fell slightly: "Turn over."

Ji Shaoheng saw that she seemed to be angry, put away his hip-smiley smile, and turned her back to her.

Although he was very careful, it was inevitable that there would still be water flowing to his back, soaking the scab slightly whitish.

Fang Yaqing stared at it for a while, feeling a little distressed and cold face: "The wound can't see the water, don't you even have this common sense?"

Ji Shaoheng said in a tormenting tone: "I just want to take a shower, otherwise I can't hold you to sleep at night, you will definitely feel like I'm stinky."

Fang Yaqing ignored the slip of his oil cavity: "Before the wound is gone, you can only scrub."

He said helplessly: "Well, my wife, I know."

Fang Yaqing exited the bathroom and closed the door for him, but she did not leave but supervised him outside.

From the frosted glass, Ji Shaoheng saw the shadow outside, knew she was outside, and chatted with her: "Do you know why my injury is so good?"

Fang Yaqing asked: "Why?"

"Because I drank your chicken soup." He thought that the two of them had a quarrel that day, and she also sent the chicken soup to the hospital on time every day and was very happy.

"Does Dad know that I sent it?" Ji Shaoheng could guess that she was not surprised at all. She was afraid that Ji Yangkun would get angry if she knew it.

"I told him that it was sent by my aunt." He was afraid that Fang Yaqing would think more and explained, "I'm afraid he is angry."

She gave a "huh" softly, in fact he didn't need to explain, she knew it.

After the two had taken a bath, they went to bed and lay down. Ji Shaoheng embraced Fang Yaqing in his arms, smelling the bathing season in her body.

Fang Yaqing felt his body change and moved slightly to the side, pulling away from him.

Ji Shaoheng had long arms, but she hugged her tightly. Her voice was dull: "Wife..."

Fang Yaqing is wearing pajamas, but Ji Shaoheng is naked, and she can feel the hot temperature on his body with a thin layer of clothing.

She turned around, facing him, and said softly: "You... lightly, don't hurt the child... you still have injuries..."

"Okay." After that, Ji Shaoheng kissed her.