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

"How about making a bet." Fu Zhirong tilted his head and stared at Jing Yihong seriously, "Just bet that I can win Qi Sheng within three months, and if I win, I will take your If I lose, I will return Ruan Qianya to you."

"Shameless—" Shao Tianqi stood up angrily, and was about to scold him.

"Okay." Jing Yihong answered without hesitation.

Shao Tianqi turned his head to look at him in disbelief, and said coldly: "Are you crazy? This is unfair to you no matter what! Qi Sheng was originally yours, and Ruan Qianya was also yours. He put it in a gamble, and he has nothing to lose!"

Fu Zhirong drank the wine in his glass in one gulp, and raised his lips in a gentlemanly way: "Soon these things will not be his, I have never lost a bet in my life."

At this moment, Jing Yihong's phone rang suddenly, it was Xia Pei calling, she must have received some news about Ruan Qianya.

With Fu Zhirong present, he couldn't explain clearly to Xia Pei carefully, so he made a silent gesture to Shao Tianqi, then stood up and went out the door.

"Hello, Mom," Jing Yihong said softly, standing behind the bamboo house.

Xia Pei's voice on the other end of the phone was obviously crying, and she asked anxiously: "Do you want news from Ruan Qianya? Is there nothing wrong? Why won't she come back to see me?"

"She..." Jing Yihong organized his words in his mind, not knowing how to speak to Xia Pei.

If she saw yesterday's news, she might faint from anxiety.

Just when Jing Yihong was hesitating, a faint fragrance suddenly came from behind him.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of hands lightly pressed on his shoulders, and Jing Yihong clearly heard the person behind him say: "Help me, I don't want to stay by Fu Zhirong's side."

The familiar voice made all Jing Yihong's movements stop.

Xia Pei on the other end of the phone also heard Ruan Qianya's voice, and asked repeatedly: "Is it Qianya? Is Qianya with you? Let her listen to the phone!"

If Xia Pei really realized what happened to Ruan Qianya, she would have to worry.

Jing Yihong said succinctly, "I'll get back to you later, there's an entertainment now."

He turned his head and stared at Ruan Qianya with his long and narrow eyes.

This is the way Fu Zhirong told her to strike up a conversation a long time ago, but when she saw Jing Yihong's cold and indifferent eyes, Ruan Qianya felt that her plan was about to fail.

She took two steps back involuntarily, but she still said boldly: "I am under his control, I don't want to stay under his hands any longer, can you help me?"

Jing Yihong's chest felt as if it had been hammered heavily.

Those once so familiar and confident eyes looked at her with a little timidity.

Jing Yihong couldn't help but clenched his hands, he really wanted to skin Fu Zhirong alive.

"You don't remember me?" Jing Yihong took a step forward, following Ruan Qianya's example, and also pressed her shoulder.

Ruan Qianya's body stiffened for a moment, but this kind of touch was so familiar.

She bent her lips and smiled slightly: "How could I not remember Mr. Jing? You are a young talent in Mangcheng, how many people are lining up to covet you."

"My wife looks a lot like you, do you know?" Jing Yihong looked at her with interest.

"Of course I know." Ruan Qianya smiled.

Jing Yihong reached out and pulled Ruan Qianya into his arms: "Then let me ask you, are you willing to be my wife?"

Ruan Qianya's body trembled imperceptibly.

She couldn't describe how she felt at this moment.

Psychologically, she resisted the contact of this stranger, who was just Fu Zhirong's business rival.

Her mission is to get the secrets of this person's company, not to fall in love with this person.

But her physiology is so dependent on the feeling Jing Yihong gives her, even the fragrance on her body is indescribably familiar.

Jing Yihong's hand slowly went around Ruan Qianya's back, gently placed it on the back of her neck, and stroked it slowly.

There was no emotion in that hand, just a gentle caress as if it was just touching a small animal.

Ruan Qianya's body trembled uncontrollably, and even her knees seemed to lose strength, and her whole body hung on Jing Yihong's body.

She lay on Jing Yihong's shoulder, gasping for breath.

She tried to push back, but Jing Yihong's hand around her waist was too strong, and she couldn't break free at all.

In other words, she didn't want to break free either.

Jing Yihong's slender neck was slightly bent, and his handsome face was getting closer to Ruan Qianya——

His warm breath fell on Ruan Qianya's face, with a faint smell of wine, which actually produced a somewhat charming smell in the cold air.

Ruan Qianya's heart clenched involuntarily, Jing Yihong's approach was completely different from Fu Zhirong's approach.

She raised her face uncontrollably, closed her eyes slightly, and her eyelashes trembled.

At this moment, a gust of wind brushed her cheek, and a coat fell on her body, Jing Yihong brushed past him, leaving only one sentence: "Put on your clothes, it's easy to catch a cold at night. "

"Jing Yihong!" Ruan Qianya shouted uncontrollably, raised her foot and chased after Jing Yihong.

The roads in the undeveloped places have not been repaired, and there are uneven stones everywhere.

Ruan Qianya chased too fast, didn't see the way clearly, stepped on a rock, and fell down.

An indescribable pain hit her all at once, and she almost shed tears from the pain.

When Jing Yihong heard his voice, he turned his head quickly, and saw Ruan Qianya staring at her with bleary eyes, with an expression of reluctance to speak.

Jing Yihong's heart throbbed, he thought he could hold back in front of her, he thought he would not surrender in front of Ruan Qianya so soon.

He sneered, Fu Zhirong really played a good game of chess, and he was willing to let him fall all the way.

Jing Yihong lowered his body, passed Ruan Qianya's knees with his hands, and hugged her up.

Ruan Qianya slowly climbed up to his neck, with a gloomy expression on her face.

It was at this moment that Jing Yihong noticed that Ruan Qianya's arms were not tied to decorations, but gauze.

"What's going on?" Jing Yihong frowned.

Ruan Qianya glanced blankly, then shook her head, and said softly: "It hurts..."

The voice was as soft as spring water, but Jing Yihong still didn't respond much.

His heart sank slightly, these things must have been taught to her by Fu Zhirong.

Jing Yihong didn't answer, and returned to the room with Ruan Qianya in his arms.

Seeing the two of them acting intimately, Fu Zhirong involuntarily tightened his hands and squeezed the wine glass tightly when they walked over.

He chuckled, looked at the two of them and said, "It seems that the relationship between the two of you is developing very quickly."