Wrong Marriage Surprise Marriage: Jing Shao Chasing His Wife, Please Line Up

Ruan Qianya shook her head lightly, and said after a long while: "No."

"You are not even as good as those smart robots on the market!" Fu Zhirong slapped the table fiercely, "Don't forget that your original job was as a designer, and you will soon enter Jing Yihong's company. Do you understand?!"

Ruan Qianya immediately stood up and nodded solemnly.

Fu Zhirong didn't know where his nameless fire came from.

It was he who personally turned Ruan Qianya into this, a doll who has no thinking of her own and only knows how to be serious and obedient.

He should be satisfied, but seeing her like this, Fu Zhirong felt an indescribable disgust.

The former Ruan Qianya will never come back, and no matter how obedient the current one is, it is just something without spirituality.

Fu Zhirong suddenly had an idea, raised his eyebrows and said, "If I asked you to seduce Jing Yihong tonight, what would you do?"

Ruan Qianya walked over slowly, brushed her index finger across Fu Zhirong's face, and then lightly sat on his lap.

Her hand first lightly pressed Fu Zhirong's tailbone, and then moved up along his spine, one by one.

Those hands seemed to be carrying an electric current, and every time they passed through a spine, it would cause a burst of numbness in the body.

Ruan Qianya has a special fragrance on her body, it's not the smell of any perfume, as if she carries it herself, whenever she gets close, the faint fragrance will envelop her.

Only this familiar taste can make Fu Zhirong remember that this is the former Ruan Qianya.

Fu Zhirong directly put his hand on the back of her neck, forcing Ruan Qianya to look at him, but found that there was no trace of lust in her eyes, only fear and indifference.

The action just now seemed to be a robot that had been programmed into a system.

The moment Fu Zhirong and Ruan Qianya looked at each other with glass ball-like eyes, she lost all interest in an instant. She let go of her hand in disgust, and pushed Ruan Qianya down: "It's extremely boring."

At night, Wenshan Xiaozhu is brightly lit, and the warm orange lights will make the decoration very warm.

The weather is getting colder and colder, but this kind of light is like a warm hand, bringing people into a warm embrace.

The reason why Shao Tianqi participated in the construction of this place was because he wanted to give it to Shen Xiaoxiao when he returned to China, and there was a villa in the back, which he also built for Shen Xiaoxiao.

Therefore, the facilities of the entire villa are not perfect, and there are always no people in it. If Shao Tianqi hadn't decided the place here, there would be no people at all.

The house they brought was a bamboo house in the middle of the mountain. The room was very large, but the design inside was very simple. Even the table was made of bamboo.

The meals that Shao Tianqi brought were also ordinary peasant stir-fries, which seemed a bit homely at first glance.

Of course, the person who ruined the taste of the whole family was Fu Zhirong who came last.

Fu Zhirong took off yesterday's formal clothes, wearing light gray casual clothes, and led Ruan Qianya into the door together.

It was already cold at night, and there was heavy fog in the mountains and forests. Ruan Qianya was actually only wearing a silk shirt, and when she entered the door, her mouth was bruised from the cold.

Jing Yihong glanced at Ruan Qianya's face, and unconsciously tightened his hand holding the chopsticks.

"It's really cold today." Fu Zhirong was not polite, and directly sat in the first place, "Qianya's clothes are so thin that she froze to death. Bring us a cup of hot wine."

Shao Tianqi's movements paused, and he raised his eyes to look at Jing Yihong.

Jing Yihong lowered his eyelashes, and said lightly, "She can't drink."

Fu Zhirong smiled gently, but his voice was unspeakably harsh: "I said he can drink as much as he can, Qianya, let's have a drink with Mr. Jing."

As soon as his words fell, Ruan Qianya had already picked up the wine bottle and poured herself a glass of wine, and she raised her eyebrows at Jing Yihong.

Jing Yihong looked at Ruan Qianya's appearance, and a look of pain flashed in his eyes.

He stood up and held down Ruan Qianya's wine glass: "Ruan Qianya, there is no reason for a woman to take the initiative to respect a man at the wine table."

Ruan Qianya looked at him softly, and said after a while: "But I want Boss Jing to accompany me to drink, can't that work?"

Jing Yihong's body paused, it was a familiar voice, but a sticky tone he was not familiar with.

Frowns formed between his brows, and he said after a while: "No."

"Forget it, just sit down." Fu Zhirong raised his legs, as if watching a play, and made Ruan Qianya sit down.

Ruan Qianya's eyelashes flickered lightly, without saying anything more, she obediently sat beside Fu Zhirong.

Fu Zhirong said again: "Yesterday, I was really caught off guard by Mr. Shao's appointment. Since everyone is sitting here today, I want to ask, is there anything you want to talk about when you invite me over?"

Shao Tianqi was not in a hurry to answer his question, but asked him instead: "I think you are also looking forward to my invitation to Jing Yihong, do you have anything to say to him?"

Fu Zhirong was not stopped by this question at all, he smiled and said: "I heard that Mr. Jing's wife looks very similar to my girlfriend, but I heard that Mr. Jing's wife is a very capable woman , I just brought my people here to learn from the scriptures and learn."

These words are shameless, everyone knows how Ruan Qianya fell into his hands, and now they actually say such words!
At this time, Jing Yihong suddenly raised his head aggressively, stared straight at Fu Zhirong and said, "Everything was designed by you, right? You put Ruan Qianya into such a situation. For Qi Sheng."

Fu Zhirong took a sip of his wine, looked at Jing Yihong pretending to be puzzled and said, "Why do I feel like I can't understand what Boss Jing is talking about?"

Jing Yihong's knuckles crackled: "What do you want from Qi Sheng?"

Seeing Jing Yihong's pressing step by step, Fu Zhirong stopped playing Tai Chi with him, and said slowly: "Fu's group wants to enter the Asian market, Qi Sheng is the fattest piece of meat, and it is also the one I want the most in my heart." Where I want it, the idea in my mind is to swallow it whole."

Now even Shao Tianqi couldn't listen anymore, he slapped the table and stood up straight away: "Fu Zhirong! I see you are thinking about shit, I invited you here today to have a good talk with you, I didn't expect to say nothing , you will open your mouth like a lion!"

Fu Zhirong raised his eyelids, glanced at Shao Tianqi lightly, and continued: "Where is this? Do you think you can't continue playing? Do you know how much I hurt my dad because of my dad's company? ?"

Shao Tianqi's hands tightened violently, and he almost couldn't help punching Fu Zhirong in the face.

At this time, Jing Yihong was unusually indifferent. He picked up the cup beside him with his slender fingers, and casually raised it at Fu Zhirong: "Since you don't intend to have a serious talk, then so be it, I'll accompany you." keep playing."