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

She hated herself for not living up to her expectations, and she didn't feel any resistance to the intimate contact with her enemy.

But on the one hand, she couldn't restrain her instinctive impulse, she just couldn't help but want to get close to Jing Yihong, and even couldn't bear to refuse his contact.

But she clearly knew that this man Jing Yihong was as dangerous as a steep cliff, if she made a wrong step, she would fall to the bottom of the valley and be smashed to pieces.

So Ruan Qianya vacillated between these two thoughts, and her spirit almost collapsed.

Seeing her crying, Jing Yihong's heart felt like a knife.

It wasn't until this moment that he finally realized how childish he was in using Luo Qingqing and Anna to stimulate Ruan Qianya.

His actions have seriously hurt Ruan Qianya.

Jing Yihong hugged Ruan Qianya tightly in his arms with distress, and comforted him in a soft voice: "I'm sorry, it's my fault, I didn't consider your feelings, Qianya, there are some things that I need to confess to you."

Jing Yihong raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of Ruan Qianya's eyes, and was about to tell her that he, Luo Qingqing, and Anna were just playing around, when the phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated violently.

Jing Yihong took out his phone and hung up without even looking at it.

But not long after, the bell rang again.

It's already past ten o'clock, and the call at this time must be something urgent.

Jing Yihong picked it up this time and glanced at the caller ID, and found that it was Anna calling.

He sat up, hugged Ruan Qianya into his arms, patted her on the back to calm her down, and then answered the phone again.

Before Jing Yihong could speak, Anna's anxious voice came from the receiver: "Hong, there is a problem with Fashion Week."

Anna's shrill voice instantly filled the room through the speakers.

When Ruan Qianya heard this, her body froze suddenly.

Jing Yihong felt the tightness of his body in his arms, and was a little strange: "What's wrong with Fashion Week, please speak slowly."

After Anna regained her composure, she responded, "Qi Sheng was replaced by Fu Zhirong to participate in the Fashion Week show."

After hearing this, Jing Yihong frowned coldly: "Why?"

"Fu Zhirong showed the fashion week organizers the sketches of the wedding dress design for the series of "Huawei", and it became a blockbuster as soon as he made it, conquering the organizers."

Anna didn't know that Jing Yihong and Ruan Qianya were together, and she said angrily: "I checked, and the design team said that Ruan Qianya went to the design department to copy the first draft of the flower wedding design two days ago, and What Fu Zhirong showed to the organizers of Fashion Week is the first draft that has not been revised yet."

"Although Ruan Qianya brought Qi Sheng over for the design of the Flower Marriage series, but since she joined Qi Sheng, she is Qi Sheng's person, how can she be so picky!"

While listening to what Anna said, Jing Yihong lowered his head to look at Ruan Qianya, the drunkenness on her face had disappeared, her eyes were clear, and she looked at him lightly, as if she had no intention of explaining.

With a stab in Jing Yihong's heart, he slowly let go of her arms.

He turned over and got out of bed, got up and paced to the side of the bed.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows is the dimly lit night scene of Yancheng, and the mottled neon lights are reflected in Jing Yihong's eyes, reflecting a cool light.

He lowered his voice and asked: "The quota for Qi Sheng to go to the show was added by the organizer long ago. How could such a big brand go back on its word?"

"That's the problem," Anna gritted her teeth. "Originally, after Fu Zhirong showed the design of the flower wedding to the organizer, the organizer felt that the design was exquisite and wanted to sell him a face, so they added a temporary one to watch the show." Quota."

"Then why Qi Sheng's quota was dropped." Jing Yihong's eyes darkened suddenly.

Ruan Qianya sat quietly on the bed, looking at his straight back in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the outline of her whole body even exuded sullen hostility.

Ruan Qianya suddenly felt a little cold. She arched her body and hugged her knees tightly, but the chill still rushed towards her, covering her limbs and bones.

Anna's dissatisfied voice came from the receiver again: "As soon as the incident happened, I called my friend who works in foreign fashion weeks to ask the reason. Handed it over to the organizer, and slandered you for being involved in scandals, saying that you cheated on someone who was cold on the outside and hot on the inside, and that you made the stomachs of women outside and didn’t want to be responsible.”

Speaking of this, Anna couldn't help complaining for Jing Yihong, "These words are simply nonsense, and a three-year-old child would not believe it. How could you be so careless and impregnate other women's women?"

Jing Yihong didn't speak, he squeezed the phone hard, the thin phone was almost deformed in his hand.

Anna was angry on her own, so emotional that she couldn't even breathe. She didn't hear Jing Yihong's response for a long time, and she couldn't help but feel a little confused: "Hong, why don't you speak?"

She suddenly remembered that when she asked a friend who worked at the fashion week, the friend told him that Fu Zhirong had evidence that Jing Yihong had a big belly and was irresponsible.

Shouldn't...

Anna couldn't help asking: "Hong, what Fu Zhirong said, can't it be true?"

Jing Yihong replied bluntly: "Leave these things alone and leave them to me."

Before Anna could answer, he quickly hung up the phone.

Ruan Qianya almost heard the content of his conversation with Anna.

The moment Jing Yihong turned around, Ruan Qianya felt a falcon-like gaze projected straight on her body.

With a chill down her spine, she instinctively shrank behind the bed.

Jing Yihong strode over, only a dim wall lamp was turned on in the room, and the light from the wall lamp was quietly projected, reflecting the tight lines of his side face very clearly.

The light in the room was very dark, Ruan Qianya raised her head, she couldn't see the expression on Jing Yihong's face clearly, she could only feel that his eyes were staring at her without blinking.

The atmosphere was oppressive, and the air almost dropped to freezing point.

Ruan Qianya felt that the oxygen in the air seemed to be sucked away bit by bit, her breathing was difficult, and she was extremely stuffy.

Finally, she couldn't help but speak first: "You..."

Before she could finish the question, Jing Yihong suddenly said quickly: "Is there nothing you want to explain to me?"

Ruan Qianya pursed her lips lightly, lowered her eyes, and her voice was as gentle as a pool of icy water: "I have nothing to explain. The design of the Flower Wedding series was indeed given to Fu Zhirong by me."

"Qian Ya, you should know what this fashion week means to Qi Sheng, right? Losing the opportunity to participate in the fashion week means that Qi Sheng probably ruined the opportunity to expand overseas markets."

Jing Yihong's voice was very calm, but under the calm, it seemed to faintly suppress the turbulent waves.