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Luo Qingqing looked at him in a daze, and sneered: "Mr. Jing, everyone has gone far away."

Jing Yihong came back to his senses, picked up the knife and fork and cut the steak on the plate into small pieces, and sincerely commented on Luo Qingqing: "The show is not bad."

Luo Qingqing's expression changed, half of her face was burned, and she looked a little hideous: "Do you think I was acting with you just now?"

Jing Yihong gracefully put a piece of steak into his mouth, chewed and swallowed slowly, then looked at Luo Qingqing, and asked blankly, "Isn't it?"

Luo Qingqing laughed angrily: "Of course not, everything I said just now is true. Jing Yihong, I'm pregnant, and it's your child."

Luo Qingqing dared to lie unscrupulously because she knew that Jing Yihong didn't remember what happened to them in the hotel that night.

This is just the first step in her revenge plan.

Not only Shao Tianqi, she also wanted to make Ruan Qianya suffer.

Jing Yihong still had no expression on his face: "Really?"

His attitude made Luo Qingqing feel guilty, "Of course, I have never met any other man except with you that night at the hotel."

Jing Yihong lost interest, he put down the knife and fork, wiped the corner of his mouth with a tissue, and then let out a casual "hmm".

Luo Qingqing almost went crazy, couldn't help standing up, and raised her voice: "Jing Yihong, I said I'm pregnant with your child!"

Other people in the restaurant followed the reputation in surprise.

Jing Yihong raised his eyes and glanced at Luo Qingqing faintly. Only then did Luo Qingqing realize that his behavior was a bit out of control, so he gritted his teeth and sat down.

Jing Yihong folded his hands and looked at Luo Qingqing leisurely: "So what are you going to do?"

"I will give birth to you, and you will cooperate with me..."

"Impossible." Before Luo Qingqing could finish speaking, Jing Yihong refused in a flat voice.

Luo Qingqing frowned, "Then how do you solve this matter?"

Jing Yihong knew very well that nothing happened between him and Luo Qingqing that night.

He didn't care what Luo Qingqing's purpose of deceiving him was, what he cared about was whether Luo Qingqing's approach could reawaken Ruan Qianya's feelings for him.

So he didn't mind continuing the scene with Luo Qingqing.

Jing Yihong propped up his chin, looked at the night scene outside the window, and said in a lazy voice: "Kill the child, there is no friendship between us, multiple children, but troublesome."

Even though the child didn't exist, after hearing Jing Yihong's words, Luo Qingqing's anger reached its peak: "Jing Yihong, this is your own flesh and blood."

Jing Yihong's eyes turned slightly, and his dim eyes fell on Luo Qingqing again: "You let me make the decision, and I have already given you the solution."

Luo Qingqing stared at Jing Yihong intently, the moment her gaze shifted, Luo Qingqing could almost hear herself gnashing her teeth.

"Jing Yihong, if you don't want this child, I will go to the media to expose it and let everyone know that Qi Sheng's CEO is a heartless, irresponsible bastard."

Jing Yihong was silent, as if he was considering this matter.

After thinking for a long time, Jing Yihong stood up from the chair.

He slowly walked to Luo Qingqing's side, leaned over and whispered in her ear: "If you want to give birth, just give birth, and I will naturally be responsible for him."

He raised his hand and patted Luo Qingqing's shoulder, like some kind of promise.

Luo Qingqing looked at him sideways, and unexpectedly fell into his pupils as deep as a cold pool.

Her breathing was stagnant, and her heart suddenly throbbed crazily.

It has to be said that Jing Yihong is her ideal type and has a fatal attraction to her.

It's just that she only thinks about revenge now, if it was the past, her face is still good, she will definitely fight for the position in Jing Yihong's heart.

Jing Yihong, however, was no longer in the mood to continue wasting time with her: "There's nothing else, I'm leaving first, you take your time."

Afterwards, he withdrew his hand, straightened his body, and strode out of the restaurant.

It wasn't until Jing Yihong's figure completely disappeared from sight that Luo Qingqing slowly looked away.

Jing Yihong seemed to be convinced of her words, but he really didn't remember what happened that night.

Everyone said that Jing Yihong's hands and eyes are open to the sky, and his wrist is amazing, but now it seems that it is only mediocre, and in the end he will be firmly held in the palm of his hand.

Luo Qingqing thought with some complacency.

Ruan Qianya was dragged out of the restaurant almost all the way by Fu Zhirong.

The black Maybach stopped at the entrance of the restaurant. Fu Zhirong opened the car door, pushed Ruan Qianya in vigorously, and then sat in himself.

The driver looked back and asked, "Mr. Rong, go back..."

"Get off." Before the driver finished speaking, Fu Zhirong said coldly.

The driver felt a chill down his spine, not daring to delay any longer, he quickly opened the door and got out of the car.

As soon as the driver left, Fu Zhirong grabbed Ruan Qianya's sharp jaw sideways: "Ruan Qianya, have you forgotten what I told you? Jing Yihong is your enemy!"

Ruan Qianya frowned slightly in pain, Fu Zhirong subconsciously let go of his strength, but immediately after he realized what he had done, he was suddenly very angry, and the strength in his hands increased in an instant.

Ruan Qianya took a breath of cold air, and her eyes quickly mist: "I... I remember."

It's just that there are some subtle emotions, which seem to be the instinctive reaction of the body, and she can't control them.

"You don't remember!" Fu Zhirong growled, his gloomy handsome face looked even more sinister against the backdrop of the night: "It's so stupid to be emotional with an enemy! Do you want to experience the pain you have experienced again?"

Ruan Qianya felt that the strength with which Fu Zhirong pinched her chin seemed to be able to crush her mandible at any time. Because of the pain, her voice began to tremble: "I'm not...feeling for him."

"Still quibbling, your reaction when you heard the news that he was going to marry that woman in the restaurant just now has already sold you out."

Listening to Fu Zhirong's voice, the scene in the restaurant just now inevitably flashed in Ruan Qianya's mind.

A place in the heart suddenly seemed to be firmly grabbed by a pair of big hands, and Ruan Qianya's calm pupils, which were originally stagnant, suddenly showed some painful emotions.

The orange street lamps on the side of the road were projected into her eyes just right, allowing Fu Zhirong to clearly capture the emotion in her eyes.

With a "click", the sound of jaw dislocation resounded softly in the silent air.

Ruan Qianya burst into tears instantly in pain. 
Fu Zhirong's slender fingers moved slightly, and there was another "click", and Ruan Qianya's chin was completely inserted back.

Fu Zhirong let go of his hand slowly, and his tone suddenly softened: "Does it hurt?"

There were two long tear stains on Ruan Qianya's face, but her eyes quickly returned to a blank emotion.

She shook her head dully.