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

Jing Yihong knew the fact that Luo Qingqing had been lying to him all along, and it had already reached Ruan Qianya's mouth, but she suddenly changed the subject: "He didn't make things difficult for me, but he reacted very much, and he treated me very well. Poor."

"Is that all?" Fu Zhirong asked.

"What's more... After Luo Qingqing had a miscarriage, he was not as warm to me as before, he was cold... But I really didn't push Luo Qingqing on purpose, Jing Yihong didn't listen to my explanation at all..."

Ruan Qianya made up a story to deceive Fu Zhirong, so that he could believe that Jing Yihong was not suspicious of Luo Qingqing's pregnancy.

If Jing Yihong really colluded with Luo Qingqing, he would definitely show his flaws in front of her.

"Qian Ya, after this incident, you should have seen through Jing Yihong's nature, he would rather believe Luo Qingqing than you, and the warmth he showed towards you before was all faked. "

Fu Zhirong's words were very targeted. If Jing Yihong hadn't confessed to her about Luo Qingqing's fake pregnancy, maybe after hearing Fu Zhirong's words, she would completely lose the little illusion left in Jing Yihong's heart .

But she still nodded calmly: "I have long known what kind of person Jing Yihong is."

There happened to be a traffic light in front of him, Fu Zhirong braked the car, took this opportunity to turn his face away, and quietly looked at the expression on Ruan Qianya's face.

Frankly speaking, he didn't believe Ruan Qianya's words [-]%.

"After that, why did he bring you back to Mangcheng?" Fu Zhirong asked suspiciously.

"It was he who found out that I took the design draft of the wedding ceremony." Ruan Qianya replied quickly, "Anna called him and said that there was also a problem with the foreign fashion week, and it was your fault, right? ?”

Fu Zhirong nodded in recognition.

"You're right. Jing Yihong is a mercenary man. Women are worthless in front of him. Even if Luo Qingqing just had a miscarriage, it's not as important as his foreign fashion week affairs. So he rushed back to Mancheng immediately Come on, take care of Fashion Week."

Ruan Qianya said with a look of indignation, as if she really mobilized her emotions, and the doubts in Fu Zhirong's heart were dispelled a little.

"Qianya, in this world, the only person you can trust is me." Fu Zhirong freed up a hand, and gently held Ruan Qianya's hand, just touching her hand, Fu Zhirong's His eyebrows frowned even more instantly: "Why are your hands so cold?"

Ruan Qianya was afraid of being exposed in front of Fu Zhirong, so she broke out in a layer of cold sweat that was icy cold.

She explained in a low voice: "Probably because I wore less clothes and was blown through by the cold wind."

Fu Zhirong parked the car on the side of the road on the spot, took Ruan Qianya's hand in both hands, and rubbed it in the palm while exhaling the heat.

"Your body is no better than others, it's very precious, and you can't stand the cold." After that fall into the sea, Ruan Qianya suffered from a cold, and her hands and feet were often cold.

Looking at the worried expression on Fu Zhirong's face, Ruan Qianya frowned slightly.

After rubbing for a long time, Ruan Qianya's hands finally became warm, Fu Zhirong finally stopped, took off his coat, and put it on her, "You are always so annoying."

Ruan Qianya stared at him blankly and didn't speak for a while.

Looking at her appearance, Fu Zhirong couldn't help snapping his fingers in front of her: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"No," Ruan Qianya shook her head, "it's nothing."

Fu Zhirong didn't take it to heart, then started the car and continued to drive towards his residence.

Ruan Qianya leaned gently on the seat, looked at Fu Zhirong's side face and thought, he seems to be getting better and better towards herself recently, not only much gentler, but also extraordinarily considerate.

She suddenly felt that she had lied to him like this, and she felt a strong sense of guilt in her heart.

However, he also kept many things from himself.

Ruan Qianya gently twisted her fingers, and asked Fu Zhirong in a low voice: "What are you with me for?"

Hearing this question, Fu Zhirong held the steering wheel for a moment, and he answered after a while: "Of course it's because I love you."

"Isn't it because you want to get revenge on Jing Yihong?" She felt that she and Fu Zhirong were not an ordinary couple. Fu Zhirong treated her badly, but they got along very strangely.

Fu Zhirong's fingers tightened slightly, and a slight smile appeared on his face: "Why do you ask like that suddenly?"

"Just want to know."

"Revenge on Jing Yihong is of course a reason. But it's also because of what he did to you, that's why I hate him and want to take revenge on him."

At this point, Ruan Qianya didn't ask any more questions, leaned on the seat, and quietly recalled what happened in the past two days.

Now her head is in a mess, thousands of thoughts are like a mess, she is caught between the two men Jing Yihong and Fu Zhirong, she doesn't know who to trust, and who to help.

The car stopped at the entrance of the private house, Fu Zhirong got out of the car first, then went around to the co-pilot's seat, and opened the door for Ruan Qianya.

Fu Zhirong helped her take out her luggage from the trunk, took her by the hand and walked to the villa.

Fu Zhirong's palm was also cold, holding Ruan Qianya made her feel a little uncomfortable.

On the way in, Ruan Qianya wanted to break free from Fu Zhirong several times, but she was afraid that it would make him think too much.

When he entered the villa, Fu Zhirong's cell phone rang suddenly. He let go of Ruan Qianya's hand to get the cell phone, and Ruan Qianya took this opportunity to pull her hand back.

Holding the phone and looking at the caller ID, Fu Zhirong slid the hang up button without hesitation, but within a few seconds, the ringtone rang again.

"Who is it?" Ruan Qianya asked.

"Some trivial things like work." Fu Zhirong said, "It's very annoying to insist on asking me to cooperate."

During the interval of speaking, Fu Zhirong hung up the phone again.

Ruan Qianya nodded, and said to Fu Zhirong in a weary tone: "It's still working time, if you have something to do in your company, go and do it first. I'm tired, so I'll go upstairs and take a shower before I rest."

"Alright." Fu Zhirong thought for a while, raised his hand and rubbed Ruan Qianya's head, "Then I'll go to the company first, and come back to dinner with you in the evening."

"Okay." Ruan Qianya obediently agreed and walked upstairs.

Fu Zhirong's eyes followed Ruan Qianya's back until he confirmed that she had gone upstairs, then he picked up his cell phone and dialed the number he just called.

The other party connected quickly, and a woman's displeased voice came over: "Fu Zhirong, you dare to hang up on me."

"What's the matter with hanging up on your phone? If I think about it, I can crush you to death in a minute." The gentle expression on Fu Zhirong's face when he faced Ruan Qianya just now disappeared in an instant, replaced by violence and coldness.

Ruan Qianya stood at the stairs on the second floor, trying to hide her body behind the blind spot formed by the stairs so that Fu Zhirong could not see her.

Holding on to the railing, she quietly listened to the conversation between Fu Zhirong downstairs and the woman on the phone.