Flash marriage to a wealthy family, the abstinent president proves love every night

She wiped the tears from her eyes as she ran. The man's back looked exactly like Tingqiu's. Cong Rong believed that his intuition would not be wrong.

When she was approaching the gate, she accidentally stepped on the skirt of a woman in a goose-yellow dress in her pursuit of someone.

"Grow your eyes, you almost broke my dress." Liu Tong glared at her dissatisfied.

"Sorry, I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry to find someone."

Cong Rong bowed his hands to express his apology and then quickly disappeared into the Gu family's villa.

When she turned back, Liu Tong finally saw her appearance clearly, and his heart seemed to be suddenly squeezed tightly, beating a drum.

She couldn't help but feel a sense of crisis.

It was not once or twice that she was invited to attend a family banquet of a top wealthy family. She had seen countless women, but in terms of looks, there were few that she could take a second look at.

However, this woman's skin is whiter than hers, and her temperament is also one of the best, far above the first-tier flowers like them.

Could it be that she was also one of the women Gu Ershao used to have?

Thinking of this, Liu Tong's heart slowly rose to his throat.

From an unknown [-]th-tier starlet to an A-list star dominating the headlines of major entertainment news,

Her popularity is inseparable from Gu Ershao's favor and protection.

Everyone knows that in the entertainment industry, beautiful women without capital support either choose to marry early or become the playthings of various capital directors.

She was lucky enough to follow Er Shao Gu at such a young age. No woman could resist his charm with such a young and promising successor to a wealthy family.

"Humph, don't run in such a hurry just to show off by wagging your fox tail in front of the Second Young Master!" Liu Tong snorted softly.

Now, Second Young Master Gu has taken the initiative to say that he wants to get married and return to his family.

Then why can't Liu Tong be the woman he marries home?

Thinking of this, she glanced at Cong Rong's leaving figure again, her eyes full of vigilance.

It is no exaggeration to say that the villa is unique. It is also a top-class wealthy family, but the aesthetics of the Gu family are one level higher than that of the Qi family.

It's not the kind of arrogance that shows off the mountains and rivers, but the regular courtyard design and the magnificent architectural decoration make it clear at a glance how rich the family is.

Cong Rong once again lamented that Gu Yuyang was indeed an evil capitalist.

The familiar figure he saw at the door just now seemed to be aware of her following, and his steps became faster and faster, and finally he simply threw her away.

Cong Rong followed the vague direction to a restroom in the corner of the courtyard along the path.

Three or five male guests came in and out one after another. She waited for 10 minutes but still did not see the tall man come out.

"Did you see it wrong again? If he was alive, why wouldn't he come to see you?" Cong Rong lowered his head and murmured to himself, a tear falling on the cobblestone path.

A few minutes later, she kicked the stones under her feet and walked towards the central garden aimlessly.

"Silly woman."

Ji Tingqiu felt a sharp pain in his heart when he looked at her thin and lonely back.

Almost half a month has passed, and Qi Yu still hasn't done anything, which makes him doubt his judgment.

After tonight, if Qi Yu still didn't show up, he had no intention of hiding in the dark.

As Yu Chuan said,

Qi Yu may not be able to catch it, Cong Rong may be depressed first.

There is an oversized terrace built above the central garden. The heads of the four major families in the capital, their wives and other family members hang out on the terrace, while the rest of the guests hang out in the banquet area set up in the garden.

When Cong Rong walked to the garden, the terrace was already surrounded by people on three levels inside and three levels out. She tried to squeeze in but was given a fierce look and pushed out.

"Please stop squeezing. I want to show my face in front of the old lady, but I can't get in if you let me in." A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes with a big belly said depressedly.

If he had known that there were so many people today, he might as well have given him a gift, left his name, gone home, and suffered here for no reason.

Cong Rong nodded sheepishly, worrying about how to squeeze in through the crowd.

At this time, she turned around and saw Gu Yinyin sitting on a hanging chair under a big tree playing with her mobile phone, so she walked over with her dress in hand.

Gu Yinyin was muttering and staring at the screen while playing a killing game. Suddenly, she felt that the shadow above her head blocked the light and was very annoying. She raised her head and wanted to throw a face.

The moment she saw the person standing in front of her, her phone fell to the ground with a bang.

"Sister Cong Rong... you sit down, you sit down, haha, I'm going to do my homework first." Gu Yinyin hurriedly picked up her phone and ran away without giving her a chance to speak.

"Yinyin, wait a moment and take me there..."

Cong Rong shouted as he trotted behind her, but Gu Yinyin felt as if he had seen a ghost when he saw her.

"Wait a minute, if my second brother catches me standing with you again, he will definitely rip off my skin and buckle all my pocket money. I don't want money but I want my life." Gu Yinyin murmured in a low voice and sped up.

Seeing her disappear into the crowd, Cong Rong squatted down and gasped for air.

At this time, a playful joke came from above the head, "Hey, have you cultivated yourself? It's not bad to catch up with Yinyin, a second-level athlete. When our relationship is announced in public later, you will definitely be able to withstand a group of women. chased and intercepted."

Gu Yuyang's peach blossom eyes were slightly narrowed, and she seemed to be in a good mood. As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to pull her up.

"No wonder Feng Yue said you are a stallion. I think you are pretty much the same. You are quite proud to hang around in the flowers." Cong Rong slapped his hand away angrily and stood up.

"Let's go, my ancestor, I'm counting on you. My grandma wants to see you, and your grandpa is here too. It seems that the old man is quite happy to watch you fall in love and get out of the shadows." Gu Yuyang said and took her hand. Go up to the terrace.

When he mentioned shadow, he thought of Ji Tingqiu again.

I didn’t expect that Ya was quite talented.

It's a pity that he died young,

Of course, a woman as good as Cong Rong must be protected by a man as affectionate as him.

Just as he was thinking about it, Gu Yuyang felt a chill behind him, which was quite an uncomfortable feeling.

Perhaps he was guilty of stealing his wife and being a thief. He felt like someone was blowing cool air on his shoulders, making him feel cold and uncomfortable.

After looking back, there was nothing unusual. Gu Yuyang quickened his pace and put his arms around Cong Rong's shoulders.

This scene completely fell into Liu Tong's eyes. She crossed her hands on her chest and pinched her arms hard with her pink manicure. The hatred in her eyes fell on Cong Rong without concealment.

Seeing the second young master chatting and laughing with her and hugging her affectionately, she became jealous and wished she could go up and slap the woman right now to let her know who was worthy of Gu Yuyang.

She was just a young lady from a noble family in the capital. She knew that her family background was not as good as theirs, but this woman was nothing but a coquettish fox who appeared out of nowhere.

At this time, a tall waitress wearing a baseball cap passed by carrying a cocktail.

"Wait a minute, give me a drink." Liu Tong called the waiter impatiently.

"I'm sorry, miss, but this cup is for the second young master's fiancée." The waiter said, lowering his head to cover his cheek.

Hearing this, Liu Tong's eyes flashed with a hint of calculation, "Leave it to me, I know her."