Chapter 705: Almost forgot to congratulate you

Back in the living room, Ji Jinchuan sat expressionless on the sofa, watching him look away. Xie Suling looked gratefully at Shen Youran, who smiled slightly and sat down beside the man.
Ji Shaoheng raised his eyebrows, the smile on the corner of his mouth grew bigger, and there was a slight change in his eyes.
Fang Yaqing looked at the man sitting with his legs on top of each other, and there was a sour rush in his heart, which was intertwined.
In the past, he would not be obedient to women, and he had his own principles. Now is he mature and steady, or is this woman important to him, so important is what she says.
Ji Shaoheng and Fang Yaqing told some interesting stories in New York, and Xie Suling and Ji Yangkun smiled.
Shen Youran also listened with relish, and heard particularly interesting things, the clear black eyes became brighter and brighter.
Ji Jinchuan sat beside her, leaning against the back of the sofa, with little emotion on her indifferent face, and her thoughts were not on the content of their chat.
At around ten o'clock, they returned to their rooms to rest, and the rooms of Ji Shaoheng and Fang Yaqing were on the third floor.
Shen Youran went into the bathroom to take a bath. Ji Jinchuan smoked a cigarette on the balcony. Seeing that she ate a little at night, she went downstairs to make tea for her.
Fang Yaqing, who was holding a water glass, met at the stairway. Both of them were stunned, their eyes were facing each other, and there was silence.
Fang Yaqing narrowed his eyes and shouted, "Big Brother."
Ji Jinchuan said with a gentle "um" and walked past her, the air was faintly perfumed, still the brand that was six years ago.
Fang Yaqing looked back at the man's straight back. His indifferent expression made her heart seem to be crossed by a sharp blade, twitching in pain.
She unconsciously squeezed the glass in her hand, originally intended to return to the room, but she could not make any stride, she stood on the stairs and did not go, drinking with a small sip of the glass.
Two other servants did not take a break. When Ji Jinchuan came down, they asked, "Master, do you have any orders?"
Ji Jinchuan nodded indifferently: "Make a cup of grapefruit tea and add some honey."
Fang Yaqing shook his hands uncontrollably while holding the glass. Ji Jinchuan did not drink yuzu tea, and he even did not drink honey as a sweet and greasy thing. Therefore, this yuzu tea was probably made for Shen Youran.
The servant replied: "Okay, Master, wait a moment."
Ji Jinchuan stood beside the sofa, one in the trouser pocket, the other hand resting on the back of the sofa, with a noble posture.
Fang Yaqing thought about it and walked over. It was about six years gone, almost unfamiliar, and when he couldn't find the topic, he stared straight at the man's back.
After smelling a scent of perfume behind him, Ji Jinchuan turned around, and Fang Yaqing stood behind him. He said, "Is something wrong?"
To the dark eyes of the man, Fang Yaqing was a little dazed, and the hard words broke through his throat: "How have you been all these years?"
Ji Jinchuan's voice was indifferent, without any waves: "Everything is as usual."
Wen Yan, Fang Yaqing's eyes dimmed, lowered his eyes and stared at the water glass, and he looked up and smiled: "I almost forgot to congratulate you, happy wedding."
Ji Jinchuan looked at the kitchen and saw that the servant hadn't soaked. The dark black eyebrows twisted slightly. Hearing the woman's words, he said softly: "We have been married for several months, not a new marriage."
Fang Yaqing's inner soreness and pain poured out like a clear spring, drowning the atrium: "I didn't expect that we would see you again."