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

"When was your last period?"

Although Feng Yue felt that this question was very frivolous, as a doctor, he could still guess the approximate time of Cong Rong's pregnancy and fertilization.

According to the taxi driver's address information given by his elder brother Feng Yuchen, he once made a trip himself.

The driver was an old man in his 60s, Feng Yue thought of his answer again,

"I picked up a woman with a very good temperament at the intersection near the prison that afternoon. She had been lying on the window and looking out of the window since she got in the car. Her hair was long and blocked her view. I'm really not sure what she looked like."

Temperament is very good?

Long hair?

Feng Yue looked at Cong Rong again based on the driver's description through the rearview mirror.

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Really similar!

Cong Rong was so startled by Feng Yue's question that he raised his head and looked at him,

"Why do you ask me that? Doctor Feng is interested in this?"

She frowned, really offended by the question.

"My sister-in-law is like this. I was discharged from the hospital today. Among the medicines prescribed by your attending doctor, there is a trauma ointment that is not friendly to small-month-old fetuses. I want to ask you to determine the specific implantation time. If the fetus is older than After two months of neurovascular development, the impact is negligible, and I think you can use it."

Feng Yue's eyes fluttered and he finished speaking the nonsense he made up.

After 10 minutes of silence in the car, Cong Rong replied softly,

"My period is never allowed, and I don't remember it myself."

Cong Rong glanced out the window and sighed softly.

For three years in prison, a prison bully in the same room has been secretly bullying her. She always does the dirtiest and coldest work, even during menstruation.

Her menstrual periods have long been disrupted.

"Then sister-in-law, where did you go the day you were released from prison? I heard from Lao Ji that you were also released from prison on May 5."

Feng Yue sensed a trace of resistance from her, and simply cut to the chase.

"I'm going to buy new clothes, you know I just got out of prison, I haven't seen my dad for two years, I'm afraid she will see my shabby appearance and go shopping.

Why is Doctor Feng so interested in my whereabouts on the day I was released from prison? "

Cong Rong smelled a hint of danger from his question.

This was the second time Feng Yue asked her about it.

Is it...

She didn't dare to think about it, she felt a pair of claws suddenly approaching her behind her.

"Oh, it's like this. My brother was just transferred to the Qingcheng Public Security Bureau. There was a case that had not been investigated that day. When he went home for dinner, he mentioned it. I thought it was very close to your time, so I asked you. "

"Oh, sorry, I really haven't been there."

Cong Rong took out her mobile phone and pretended to scan it.

At this moment, her heart seemed to have sunk under the ice of ten thousand years, and her heartbeat began to speed up unconsciously.

What should I do, the possibility that that man is Ji Tingqiu is increasing.

God can really play a joke on her.

Secretly arranged for the two of them to meet again and again by chance, but never thought that in the end, they wanted her to give away their heads.

Tired and startled, should she run away?

But what about Aunt Yue who loves her the most?

Aunt Yue still missed her in the last three months of her life, and gave her a legitimate and prosperous life.

It's a pity that she and Ji Tingqiu have a bad relationship.

Hearing her very affirmative answer, Feng Yue knew it was inconvenient to say anything more, so he could only concentrate on driving.Check it out by yourself.

One hour later, Ji's villa.

Cong Rong looked through the car window, and saw that Ji Tingqiu was already waiting at the door, he was still the same, puffing on a cigarette.

Her heart throbbed.

It would be great if he accepted their mother and child.

It would be great if he was like the model husband he played on weekdays waiting for her to come home.

The car stopped, Cong Rong followed Feng Yue and slowly got out of the car.

She lowered her head not daring to look into Ji Tingqiu's eyes.

If she didn't know about the relationship between them before, she still had the courage.

Now, she was afraid that the flustered eyes would betray herself.

Feng Yue had already suspected her.

How long can I hide it and live?

"Old Ji, I sent you back. You owe me a favor. When my sister-in-law recovers, invite me to dinner together."

Feng Yue's words were sincere, he felt that Cong Rong was more suitable for Ji Tingqiu than Qi Yu.

Now that the authorities are obsessed, he, a bystander, clearly feels the meaning that his good brother, the thousand-year-old iron tree, is about to bloom.

Ji Tingqiu "..."

"Sister-in-law, I'm leaving, take good care of your wounds."

Feng Yue rolled down the car window, and after a loud whistle, the sports car disappeared from sight like a sharp arrow in the blink of an eye.

In Ji's villa, in order to avoid talking too much, Ji Tingqiu gave his servants a week's vacation, leaving only Mrs. Wang to take care of the food and daily life of the two.

On the dining table, Mrs. Wang's meals today are all very light home-cooked dishes, without any seafood, beef and mutton.

Cong Rong glanced at Ji Tingqiu who was concentrating on eating with his head down.

His back was straight, and the way he chewed slowly was really elegant and dignified.

Cong Rong remembered that when she was in prison, she learned to judge whether the living environment of the inmates was good or poor from the way they ate.

Those inmates with better conditions disdain to communicate with other people in prison.

On the contrary, the criminals who engage in bullying are trying to cover up their inner inferiority complex.

There is a saying that goes well, people who suffered from hardships when they were young will gobble up their meals when they grow up.

Obviously, Ji Tingqiu is the son of a wealthy family, so he doesn't need to worry about making a living.

"What are you looking at? Are you full?"

Ji Tingqiu had already noticed that someone hadn't eaten a few mouthfuls of food, and kept staring at him in a daze.

"Oh, eat it right away."

Cong Rong lowered her head, her palm-sized face was almost buried in the rice.

As usual, there were a lot of dishes in her bowl, all of which were picked up by Ji Tingqiu.

It was probably Hua Anyue's training, he really remembered serving her vegetables every meal.

"Go back to the house after eating, I'll wait for you."

Ji Tingqiu put down the bowl and chopsticks and walked upstairs.

Hearing the steady footsteps on the stairs, Cong Rong suddenly relaxed a lot.

She ate up all the food Ji Tingqiu picked up.

"Baby, this is a dish your father picked for you. Mom will eat a few more bites for you. There should be no chance in the future."

She suppressed the soreness in her nose and suppressed her tears.

"Young Madam's appetite is really good today, I knew I was cooking more."

Mrs. Wang smiled and came over to clean up the dishes. She didn't notice anything unusual.

When Cong Rong was discharged from the hospital, she deliberately wore a pure cotton sports suit that wrapped her whole body, which was breathable and did not let others see the wound.

When Cong Rong returned to the bedroom, he found that the lights in the room were not turned on, and there was intermittent sound of running water from the bathroom.

With the lights in the courtyard, she could vaguely see the furnishings of the furniture, so she didn't plan to turn on the lights.

Hiding in the dark night, she will not be betrayed by her appearance.

Cong Rong walked to the balcony, leaned on the railing and looked at the unobstructed scenery,

The city below the mountain is brightly lit, and the coastline in the distance is shining orange and yellow.

All this prosperity has nothing to do with her, and she will leave soon.

Cong Rong gently stroked the two babies in her stomach.

"Leave him to live."

She meditated in her heart, always alerting herself not to get lost in this illusory relationship.

Suddenly, the phone rang,

Looking at the caller ID, she didn't know whether to answer it or not.

Probably due to the sequelae of being kidnapped by Rong Jingxian, she was a little afraid of having another encounter with Jingze.

Cong Rong held the phone in a daze, letting the phone vibrate and buzz.

Outside the villa, Jing Ze was standing outside the wall of the bedroom, his hand holding the phone was getting tighter and tighter.

His eyes were covered with loss and distress.

On the balcony, Cong Rong's thin figure was hesitantly holding the phone in a daze, as if silently rejecting him.

Don't you even have the chance to stand in front of her and apologize?

He looked at the phone number on his phone, and dialed again with the last chance,

"Hello, Ze."

Cong Rong's thin voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Cong Rong, I'm sorry, I..."

Jing Zezheng didn't know how to speak, and a thousand words were stuck in his chest.

At this time, a deep, oppressive voice came from the phone.

Jing Ze raised his head, and the scene on the balcony instantly hurt his heart.