Chapter 1917: He won't eat them again

He went out of the room and went up to the second floor. He came to the master's bedroom with familiar doors and raised his hand to knock on the door.
There was no answer, and he knocked a few times in a row, but no one came to open the door.
He glanced down, and there was light coming out of the gap under the door.
People are clearly inside, why not open the door? Should not be silent?
He won't eat them again!
He twisted the door handle, but the door was locked from the inside.
His tongue tipped his cheek gang and locked it? Is he defending him?
Ji Shaoheng was a little annoyed and took a few hard shots, thinking, if she wouldn't open the door again, he would go get the spare key and open it by himself.
A moment later, there was a slight movement inside, followed by Fang Yaqing's voice: "What's the matter?"
He frowned slightly: "Open the door!"
Fang Yaqing's voice was a little cold: "Is there anything you say."
The more she doesn't open the door, the more annoyed he is, afraid he will treat her?
Joke, what kind of woman does Ji Shaoheng want?
"Open the door!"
The door was opened, and Fang Yaqing looked at him coldly and coldly: "Don't you say you are staying in the guest room downstairs? What are you doing upstairs?"
Ji Shaoheng saw water stains on her clothes and guessed that she was bathing Fang Sitong.
The clothes on her chest were wet with water, which outlined a full and full outline, and even the color of her underwear was vaguely visible.
His throat was a little dry, and he rolled up and down, feeling that there was a fever in his body.
Seeing that he had not spoken, Fang Yaqing asked again: "What's the matter?"
Ji Shaoheng's eyes looked away, and he coughed unnaturally: "The bed in the guest room is not made."
Because Fang Sitong was taking a bath, for convenience, Fang Yaqing simply turned her hair into a bun, with two strands of hair hanging from the temples, which looked a little messy, but it was more mature woman.
Her hand kept resting on the doorknob: "So?"
Ji Shaoheng took it for granted: "There is no nanny here, so I will trouble you."
Fang Yaqing has no plans to help: "Do it yourself."
Ji Shaoheng breathed a sigh of relief, and Liu Hai, whose forehead fluttered, looked a little more handsome.
There was no expression on his feminine and beautiful face: "If I could, would I still need to come to you?"
Fang Yaqing sneered a bit, he must come to her, she must help?
"Then sleep on the sofa." She was about to close the door.
Ji Shaoheng's eyes quickly reached out to resist, and his voice was a little deep: "Then let Tongtong come out, I will take her home."
Let him sleep on the sofa?
Have you made a mistake!
Face to face, both eyes are cold.
Fang Yaqing's fingers slipped into the frame, and the knots were white by inch. She finally defeated and looked at Ji Shaoheng expressionlessly.
"Wait a moment, I will come to Tongtong after bathing."
Her compromise was as expected by Ji Shaoheng, and there were no surprises on Ji Shaoheng's face: "My patience is not good, you know."
Fang Yaqing glared at him, her eyes were dare to be angry, but she slammed the door.
Ji Shaoheng stepped back a few steps, leaned on the railing and lit a cigarette, slowly smoking.
When he pulled the second one, the door of the room was opened and Fang Yaqing came out. She was still in the same dress.
Fang Yaqing didn't look at him, he lifted his feet to the stairs, and his thin body was flat.
He took a deep breath, followed slowly behind her and went downstairs.