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Jing Yihong reacted quickly, turned around and kicked Boss Bai's chest.

Boss Bai looked obese, but his body was so weak, he kicked him flying, and immediately spit out a mouthful of blood.

Although Bai Yingying didn't understand what her father said just now, she panicked when she saw this appearance.

Bai Yingying yelled sadly: "Jing Yihong, I've stopped pestering you, what else do you want to do to my father!"

She rushed over and bit Jing Yihong's arm, kicking and hitting him.

At this moment, Jing Yihong's subordinates arranged by the Bai family also rushed in.

The incident happened suddenly just now, and it was too late to notify these people to appear, not to mention they just looked at the Bai family from a distance.

Even if he got the news, when he arrived, the man had already fled away with Ruan Qianya.

Jing Yihong stretched out a hand to block Bai Yingying's attack, and ordered the people below in a cold voice: "Lock them both up, and don't let anyone leave without asking for anything."

Bai Yingying's eyes widened in shock, as if she wanted to look like a demon, she stared at Jing Yihong and said, "Jing Yihong, are you human! Even if you have no feelings for me, do you still have a little compassion for me? My dad vomited blood , you still want to lock us up, do you want him to die?"

Jing Yihong tilted his head and looked at her coldly as if looking at an ant, and then evoked a chilling smile: "Then die."

Bai Yingying's legs became weak, she took a few steps back, and fell directly to the ground.

Jing Yihong's men quickly rushed forward and surrounded them.

The rest of the Bai family saw that the boss had been beaten like this, and their manpower was far less than Jing Yihong's. For a while, no one dared to come forward to stop Jing Yihong.

At this moment in the Cayenne, Ruan Qianya was firmly pressed on the back seat by Fu Zhirong. His strength was so strong that he almost killed her.

But even so, Ruan Qianya looked at him with stubborn and unyielding eyes.

Fu Zhirong felt that if Ruan Qianya had any strength to resist at this time, he would definitely bite his neck off.

Feeling the life-and-death struggle between the two people behind, the driver in front was so frightened that he didn't dare to vent his anger, and he didn't dare to ask Fu Zhirong where he was going, so he could only speed up and rush forward.

"This is the look of a jackal. The little white rabbit who has been pretending for so long must have suffocated you." Fu Zhirong stared coldly at Ruan Qianya with a terrifying smile on his face.

He can't tell now whether the hatred in his heart is because Ruan Qianya deceived him, or because he thinks that Ruan Qianya's love for him these days is in vain.

Looking at this stubborn and unyielding face, and the love she had for Jing Yihong just now, he wished he could strangle Ruan Qianya to death, and then die with her.

"Twice, Ruan Qianya." Fu Zhirong increased his strength, "I believed you twice, and that's how you repay me."

Ruan Qianya was pressed down by Fu Zhirong, his legs were inserted between her knees to prevent her from bending her legs to attack him, and the other hand ruthlessly pinched Ruan Qianya's neck, almost making her breathless Get up.

Ruan Qianya's lips were purple, and she struggled to make a sound from her throat: "Then do you know how many times I felt sick in my heart when I pretended to be docile to you?"

Fu Zhirong made another effort: "He is so worth your life. When the car was driving, he let go of your hand!"

Ruan Qianya's chest heaved violently, and her throat made a rustling sound like a dilapidated bellows.

It was as if a handful of sand had been stuffed into her lungs, and every breath she took had a strong smell of blood, and even her ears were buzzing and she couldn't hear clearly, and a layer of fog was forming in front of her eyes.

"Because he was afraid that I would die, and that he would hurt me." Ruan Qianya squeezed out words from her throat, "But you are a bastard without empathy, how could you...cough cough..."

Fu Zhirong's face was almost distorted, and his hand on Ruan Qianya's neck was tightly tightened.

"Then listen to me now, the reason why I don't care is not because I'm a beast without empathy, but because I don't love you, he loves you!"

After Fu Zhirong's last word fell, Ruan Qianya seemed to be exhausted by him.

Ruan Qianya's body, which was fighting to the death, suddenly softened, and then slowly closed her eyes without any reaction.

Fu Zhirong panicked for a moment, quickly let go of his hand, and tremblingly touched Ruan Qianya's breath.

He would rather Ruan Qianya suddenly opened his eyes at this time, and bit him fiercely on the tiger's mouth.

But now Ruan Qianya is like an unconscious doll, lying softly on the back seat of the car without a trace of consciousness.

Fu Zhirong's heart was full of hatred just now, but now it was like being bitten by thousands of bugs, the pain made him a little short of breath.

He yelled at the driver who was still driving ahead on his own, "Where the hell are you going to drive? Now turn around and go to Yasheng Hotel!"

When he came, Fu Zhirong didn't know what kind of psychology he was in, so he brought the family doctor and the psychologist with him.

It seems that there is a feeling in his heart that this trip is not as simple as he imagined.

When the driver heard Fu Zhirong's order, as if he had received an imperial decree, he quickly turned around and rushed to Yasheng Hotel.

"Ruan Qianya! Ruan Qianya!" Fu Zhirong kept shaking Ruan Qianya's shoulders, as if trying to wake her up.

Ruan Qianya was still breathing and her pulse was beating, but there was no response, and even her hands were gradually cooling down.

From birth to now, Fu Zhirong felt for the first time what it means to be at a loss and what it means to be anxious.

He called Ruan Qianya in vain, but the people in the seat couldn't give her any response.

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror furtively, and said in a low voice, "President Fu, your husband... this lady must have passed out due to suffocation. I don't think it's a big deal, but she won't wake up for a while."

When Fu Zhirong heard the driver's words, it was as if he had grasped a life-saving straw. He sat up abruptly and stared straight at the driver: "You said she just passed out?"

The driver was quite confident at first, but seeing Fu Zhirong's appearance, he was afraid that he would say something wrong and cause a catastrophe.

So he shrank his neck and hesitated: "I, I'm not sure..."

Finally got some hope, how could Fu Zhirong allow him to take back his words, he raised his voice and said coldly: "Say what you just said again!"

The driver didn't dare to be negligent now, and quickly repeated his words as before.

Fu Zhirong was like a psychopath in an instant, turned his head and gently touched Ruan Qianya's cheek: "Did you hear that? He said you're fine, so don't lie here anymore, come here and continue fighting with me!"