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

·The woman's slender wrist was squeezed tightly, and Ji Tingqiu's originally angry eyes suddenly became a little tender.

That's all, her body can't stand the torment, so give it a little coaxing.

"Come with me, I can explain to you what you want to hear from beginning to end."

He lowered his head and looked at her lovingly, with a hint of pleading in his tone.

Cong Rong suddenly laughed, and subconsciously took a step back, trying to take out his tightly held hands.

"Mr. Ji is joking. How am I qualified to listen to your explanation? If you want to pick the moon, blow up the mountain, or poison me, it all depends on your preference. Telling me will delay you from doing big things."

Seeing her cold features covered with stubbornness, as if every pore was resisting him, Ji Tingqiu helplessly raised his hand to touch her hair.

"Sigh~"

He groaned, feeling a dull pain in his palm.

You could even feel a row of neat teeth trying to bite through his flesh.

Cong Rong at this moment is just like she was when they first met six years ago.

Either they stay away from you, or they get angry and pounce on you immediately.

"Be good, I was wrong, don't bite your teeth."

Ji Tingqiu helplessly pinched her chin, which was still shaking, and forced her to let go.

"hate me?"

Cong Rong raised his head slightly and glared at those calm and helpless eyes. His chest was choked by a breath of bad breath and it became increasingly difficult to breathe.

Everything was in his plan from beginning to end.

And she, Ji Tingqiu's lover, the child's mother,

Not only did he have no right to know the whole process, he was even kept in the dark and became a key pawn in advancing his plan.

It's funny to say, is this his love and distress?

not necessarily.

It's just that he is domineering, strong, and arrogant, and he doesn't respect her from the bottom of his heart.

"I don't dare. Mr. Ji, there is no need to put a high hat on me. In front of you, as a senior chess piece, I am not qualified to talk about my feelings."

After saying that, Cong Rong suddenly felt tired and had no interest in playing to vent.

"Gu Yuyang, I'll have a night's rest and I'll meet you tomorrow night. I'm a little tired."

Gu Yuyang nodded and held back what he wanted to say.

"Well, go ahead and have a good rest. I'll pick you up tomorrow."

She must be tired,

The originally fair skin lost its rosiness, leaving only paleness, fatigue, and a stubborn and cold look.

It feels like a half-broken porcelain doll ready to shatter completely at any time.

My heart feels like it's been stabbed, and it hurts a little bit.

Gu Yuyang knew very well that he had an unprecedented desire to protect Cong Rong.

Watching her walk up the stairs step by step until she disappeared from sight, he turned around and said goodbye to Mr. Rui.

"Grandpa Rui, I will admit in front of you today that I want to pursue Cong Rong. My grandma also likes her very much. I promise that she will not suffer the pain caused by such a self-righteous person in the future."

Gu Yuyang gave Ji Tingqiu a meaningful look before leaving.

He just couldn't stand it, couldn't stand the way Ji Tingqiu had everything under control.

By the way, Cong Rong's feelings are under his control, so he can do whatever he wants without respect or discussion.

A few minutes later, only Mr. Rui and Ji Tingqiu were left in the living room.

"Boy, stay and have dinner with the child tonight. I'll give her some time."

After speaking, Mr. Rui pointed his finger upstairs, "The third floor is full of rooms for the three of them. Go quickly!"

"Well, thank you old man."

Ji Tingqiu nodded and walked upstairs with long, slender steps.

"If a dog can't spit out ivory, what kind of boss is it? Does the word "grandpa" burn your mouth?" Mr. Rui was so angry that he banged his cane.

When Ji Tingqiu's thumping footsteps approached the second floor, the door of a bedroom closed gently, and Wang Yaping hid behind the door with a complicated expression on her face.

"Qi Yu is in the Rui family? Even the old man acquiesced, so wouldn't my Yan'er be able to..."

Thinking of this, Wang Yaping's face became more and more frightened, "No, if we don't drive Cong Rong away, sooner or later she will endanger Yan'er's interests with Ji Tingqiu."

In the bedroom on the third floor, Cong Rong was lying on the bed listening to music with headphones.

Maybe he was hurt too much by Ji Tingqiu and has become numb.

She only knew that she felt so uncomfortable and empty now, but she couldn't shed a single tear. But if the tears weren't released, her heart would feel so painful that she felt like she was in a trance.

After browsing the recommendations from netizens on the forum, she simply found a few award-winning first-generation Japanese and Korean tragic films on the website that everyone recommended.

"Four movies that made my brain hurt from crying..."

"I cry until I can't breathe. If I don't cry, I lose..."

"It's so painful that I dare not watch it a second time..."

Cong Rong prepared the tissues on the bedside table, adjusted the sound of his headphones to isolate the outside world, and then found a movie that appeared most frequently and started watching it.

Ji Tingqiu came to the third floor and looked at the three south-facing bedrooms, two of which were open to Huayue and Huayu's bedrooms and children's rooms.

He walked straight to the innermost room with the closed door, stretched out his fingers and pressed it gently.

"Rong'er, open the door."

Somehow, the name 'Rong'er' came out of his mouth, and goosebumps instantly appeared on his body.

He imitated Cong Rong's family in calling her, which sounded more intimate.

"Rong'er... open the door for me, be good."

But after a few sounds, the door seemed to have no intention of opening.

Ji Tingqiu's face gradually lost its tension. He twisted the door handle, but it still wouldn't open.

The third floor was very quiet at the moment. If he listened closely, there could be intermittent sobbing and nose blowing sounds coming from the room, and he suddenly felt a little panicked.

"Cong Rong, it's me. Listen to me explain to you. It's my fault. Please open the door and I will atone."

……

Ji Tingqiu helplessly held his forehead and thought about going to Rui Shuyan to persuade him, but he just choked him downstairs and left for a while and a half. He should not be found.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps suddenly came from the stairs, chaotic, urgent and panicked.

When he turned around, two little guys, also carrying red Mickey Mouse cross-body bags, rushed toward him and hit their target.

If it weren't for the toughness of my old waist who has been working out for many years, the three of them would have rolled into a ball.

"Dad, you are here, you are finally here."

Huayu raised her fat little arms to wrap around his neck, like two white garlic sausages, meaty and fragrant.

Huayue pulled his ears and asked seriously,

"Are you a real dad or a fake dad?"

Ji Tingqiu's face instantly darkened a few shades, "Cong Huayue, how many fathers do you have, can you tell the truth from the lies?"

After listening to this, Huayue started counting seriously with her fingers.

"I have Jingze as my godfather who saved my mother, and Uncle Gu who also said that he must seriously learn to be my father, and then there is you."

"You ranked your biological father last?" Ji Tingqiu's voice suddenly rose, and the veins on his forehead twitched.

That idiot Gu Yuyang really wanted to be his daughter's father, and the child didn't reject it and said it like a normal thing.

Thinking of this, Ji Tingqiu was angry and helpless.

He didn't know for a moment whether he should first explain to Hua Yue who his real father was, or continue to persuade Cong Rong to open the door.

At this time, the crying in the room suddenly doubled in volume, and he could even hear Cong Rong crying and sobbing and burping.