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

Hua Diao's alcohol content was low, and Ruan Qianya's face slowly turned red after drinking half a pot, and her eyes began to become blurred.

Jing Yihong held down her hand to prevent her from drinking any more, but Ruan Qianya refused, pushed Jing Yihong's hand away, picked up the wine jar on the table and started pouring down her throat.

Seeing that the jar was about to be poured down by her, Jing Yihong snatched the jar out of her hand without any reason, "Qianya, you can't drink any more."

Ruan Qianya's feet softened and she fell directly into Jing Yihong's arms.

Jing Yihong's body tightened.

Ruan Qianya has already fallen into a state of confusion, she leans on Jing Yihong's chest, her eyes are half-closed, and her pupils are always staring at a certain place.

"Qianya?" Jing Yihong tentatively called her name.

Ruan Qianya raised her red face and looked at Jing Yihong in a daze: "Huh?"

It's been a long time, and I haven't seen her show the most primitive and simple appearance to herself so unscrupulously.

Jing Yihong's heart skipped a beat, and it was almost impossible to restrain the excitement in his heart.

Seeing that Ruan Qianya was getting confused, Jing Yihong settled the bill and took her back to the hotel.

On the way back, Ruan Qianya's sanity was no longer clear. Jing Yihong wanted to stop a taxi to take her back, but the taxi stopped, but Ruan Qianya refused to get in anyway. Jing Yihong had no choice but to tell the driver He said sorry, and then directly recited Ruan Qianya. 
Ruan Qianya lay on his back, seemed a little excited, didn't know how to place her hands and feet, she was about to slip off Jing Yihong's back in a short while.

Jing Yihong had no choice but to stop and rectify all the way, lifting her on his body time and time again.
This was the first time since Ruan Qianya came back that she didn't resist being in such close contact with him, but Jing Yihong knew that if it wasn't for the influence of alcohol, she would never have behaved so well.
When it was almost time to arrive at the hotel, Ruan Qianya finally mastered the skill of being recited.She hooked Jing Yihong's neck with both hands, locked her right hand with her left hand, and gently clamped Jing Yihong's waist with her legs, which greatly avoided the trouble of slipping down.

Sensing her intimate behavior, Jing Yihong was immediately relieved.

Ruan Qianya put her face on Jing Yihong's shoulder and muttered vaguely in a low voice: "I hate you, the person I hate the most is you..."

Jing Yihong paused, and the faint smile on his face quickly froze.

"Why don't you leave?" She flattened her lips and complained in a low voice.

Jing Yihong resumed walking normally again, and while walking, he pretended to be casual and asked: "Why do you hate me?"

"Hate you...you are mine..."

"What am I yours?" Jing Yihong asked with some expectation.

"The enemy."

Hearing these two words, the light in Jing Yihong's eyes went out instantly, "Qian Ya, I'm not your enemy."

"You hurt me...you hurt my child...I will never forgive you."

Jing Yihong lifted his lips, wanting to explain to her, but a psychiatrist's words suddenly flashed in his mind: "If she is forced to wake her up, it may lead to schizophrenia..."

Jing Yihong swallowed those words that had already reached his lips.

"Chia, you believe me, no matter now, in the past, or in the future, I will never hurt you."

Ruan Qianya was silent, as if she didn't understand what Jing Yihong said.

The person on the back didn't make a sound for a long time, just when Jing Yihong thought she was asleep, he suddenly heard her muffled voice: "Liar."

Jing Yihong suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

He hated Fu Zhirong extremely, for turning the former Ruan Qianya, who was full of spirituality, into the current lifeless appearance, who is extremely sensitive and resistant to people and the world.

Taking Ruan Qianya back to the hotel, Jing Yihong wanted to put her on the bed, but Ruan Qianya grabbed his body with all four limbs, and refused to let go of the bed: "It's so high, I might fall."

Jing Yihong was amused by her serious tone, "It's not high, try it."

"Don't dare." Ruan Qianya's voice was very serious.

Jing Yihong had no choice but to put Ruan Qianya on the bed sideways.

The moment he fell onto the bed, his body suddenly lost weight, and he and Ruan Qianya both fell on the soft big bed.

Ruan Qianya snorted.

Jing Yihong realized that he had accidentally crushed Ruan Qianya at the moment of his fall, which hurt her, and immediately turned over and held her in his arms to comfort her apologetically: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it..."

Ruan Qianya didn't speak, she lay quietly in Jing Yihong's arms, only her two dark eyes blinked constantly.

Jing Yihong couldn't help looking down at her.

After being drunk, Ruan Qianya was obedient and in a mess, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were a little bit confused, like a kindergarten kid who got lost with her parents. 
As if aware that Jing Yihong was looking at her, Ruan Qianya also raised her head. The moment she met his eyes, Ruan Qianya suddenly heard a small voice in her heart saying: "He is an enemy."

But soon, that small voice was diluted and drowned by the tenderness in Jing Yihong's eyes.

Ruan Qianya blinked her eyes and looked at Jing Yihong without moving.

Her clear eyes were filled with clean and pure water mist, and when her long eyelashes fluttered, they looked like the wings of some kind of insect that kept flapping.

Jing Yihong was a little emotional, the nephrite jade was warm and fragrant in his bosom, and the sweet breath of her body filled his nostrils, dyeing Jing Yihong's eyes.

He turned over, pressed Ruan Qianya under him, and called out in a hoarse voice: "Qianya."

Ruan Qianya looked at him firmly, only her eyelashes fluttered slightly.

Jing Yihong couldn't hide his emotions, he had restrained himself for too long.

Watching your lover shuttle back and forth in front of your eyes every day, but you regard yourself as an enemy, the pain can only be realized by experiencing it personally.
Now that he finally had the opportunity to get in touch with her intimately, if he remained indifferent, he would not do so.

Jing Yihong hugged Ruan Qianya's body tightly, as if he wanted to embed her into his flesh and blood and integrate with him.

His kiss fell lightly on Ruan Qianya's fair and delicate face.

Ruan Qianya did not refuse, she stared blankly at the ceiling, her eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist, her body was as stiff as a corpse.

Her thinking was a little clear, but she was a little confused in an instant.

For a moment, she couldn't tell what she was doing.

Jing Yihong almost forgot, he didn't notice Ruan Qianya's abnormality.

His hand slipped to Ruan Qianya's waist, and when he was about to take off her coat, he suddenly heard her suppressed crying.

Jing Yihong froze, looked up at Ruan Qianya, only to realize that she had burst into tears at some point.

She was a little choked up, her face was already wet with tears, her eyes and nose were red, which was extremely distressing.

At first Ruan Qianya's cry was low, restrained and suppressed, but soon under Jing Yihong's heartbroken gaze, her cry could no longer be restrained, and it turned into a voiceless cry.