Chapter 743: Why are women so distracted?

In this way, Ji Shaoheng was not cooked alone.
Ji Jinchuan knew that, just now Ji Shaoheng deliberately misled him.
He kissed her lips carefully: "I'm not hungry, you go to sleep, I'll take a shower."
Shen Youran originally wanted to wait for him, but was afraid that he said that going to bed late would be bad for the child. He responded docilely and lay down.
Ji Jinchuan took the nightgown into the bathroom and came out after more than ten minutes. She was already breathing and sleeping soundly.
He stepped forward and stroked her dark hair on the pillow, tucked her in the quilt, and walked out of the room lightly.
He went downstairs and stepped into the living room. Ji Shaoheng was no longer there. There was an almost intact supper on the table. His eyes condensed and turned towards the water dispenser.
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Fang Yaqing is a well-known clothing designer, hired by a company with high salary, and officially went to work after the fifteenth day of the first month.
Ji Yangkun seems to be very busy. Most of them don't see people. Xie Suling will have friends from her every day. She usually won't be home at noon.
In the entire Ji Zhai, Shen Youran and Ji Shaoheng were the most idle.
Shen Youran came downstairs and saw Ji Shaoheng sitting on the sofa, and Dr. Huang was checking his legs.
Dr. Huang pressed the injured part of his leg: "The recovery is good, apply more hot water every night, and then go to the hospital for a comprehensive review in two days."
When the housekeeper saw her come down, he respectfully called: "Young lady."
She nodded lightly and glanced when she passed by. Ji Shaoheng's trousers on her left leg were lifted to her knees, and the exposed calf was pitted like the ground, looking extraordinarily lame.
She walked over to pick up a glass of water, holding it and drinking it. In her ear, the housekeeper was carefully asking about the usual precautions, and Ji Shaoheng's inattentive tone, disgusted Dr. Huang.
After the explanation, Dr. Huang picked up the medicine box, and the housekeeper sent him out of the living room.
Ji Shaoheng glimpsed Shen Youran staring thoughtfully at his leg. He slowly lowered his pants to cover the ugly scars: "Scared?"
Shen Youran wanted to ask what happened to his leg, but he was afraid to mention his sadness, but he didn't ask.
Ji Shaoheng saw him stop talking and said, "Want to know how my leg hurt?"
She recalled the injury that she had only seen for a while. It should have been for many years. She didn't want to admit that he saw through his mind at a glance and said firmly: "I don't want to know."
Ji Shaoheng shook his head with a sigh: "Women, why are you all distracted?"
Shen Youran walked over with a glass and sat down, said softly: "Do you know women well?"
Ji Shaoheng got up and bullied her, leaned on the arm of the sofa with one hand, and leaned over in front of her: "If you want, I can get a deeper understanding."
The two were very close, his words warm and ambiguous, and the breath he exhaled penetrated her skin pores.
Looking at the handsome face zoomed in front of her eyes, Shen Youran's back was attached to the sofa, the whole nerve tightened, Yu Guang glanced beside him, and the servants didn't know where to go.
She glared at him angrily, about to have a seizure, and saw that Ji Shaoheng stretched out his arm, took the lighter on the coffee table, and retreated back to the previous position, lighting a cigarette puff into his mouth.
Seeing her look over, Ji Shaoheng raised the lighter in his hand: "I just want to smoke a cigarette, don't be nervous."
She took a deep breath, and her dark, dark eyes stared at the feminine man with coldness, raising the glass in her hand and pouring it over.