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

Fu Zhirong urged impatiently: "You have already met her, but I didn't touch half of her hair, can you give me the things in your hand?"

Jing Yihong glanced at Ruan Qianya, took a deep breath, and stepped forward.

Walking in front of Fu Zhirong, Jing Yihong handed him the contract in his hand, and said coldly: "As you wish, as long as you sign, this project is yours."

Fu Zhirong checked the contract in his hand and made sure that Jing Yihong hadn't done anything in it, so he signed it with satisfaction.

"Mr. Jing, you gave me such a big project so easily. I will definitely remember this kindness."

That's what he said, but there was no trace of gratitude on Fu Zhirong's face, but it was more of a matter of course.

Jing Yihong didn't bother to listen to his hypocrisy, and asked directly: "Can you let Qianya go now?"

"Of course, but this kind of drama of a hero saving the beauty, of course Mr. Jing has to come in person." Fu Zhirong handed over the contract in his hand to his subordinates and made a gesture of invitation.

Jing Yihong gave Fu Zhirong a vigilant look, and walked towards Ruan Qianya step by step, without any abnormality.

Coming to Ruan Qianya's side, Jing Yihong said that he quickly untied the rope on her wrist, and had no time to feel sorry for the red marks on her wrist, so he carefully tore off the tape on her mouth.

Ruan Qianya hurriedly panted and urged: "Go! He ambushed someone here! He wants our lives!"

Jing Yihong was shocked. When he looked back, Fu Zhirong had disappeared, but suddenly there were several men with machetes in the huge suite.

Ruan Qianya looked at Jing Yihong full of worry, and persuaded in a low voice: "Go by yourself. With your skills, you can barely escape by yourself. If you bring me, neither of us can escape. "

"Say something stupid." Jing Yihong quietly hid Ruan Qianya behind him, subconsciously wanting to protect her, "I came here today for you, so naturally I want to take you away safely."

Jing Yihong glanced at the few men in front of him, and said coldly, "I don't pay attention to just these few people."

While speaking, Jing Yihong kept groping in his pocket, and secretly dialed Shao Tianqi's phone number.

Shao Tianqi was waiting at the entrance of the hotel. When he saw Jing Yihong calling, his expression changed suddenly. He guessed that something must have happened inside, so he led people in regardless of the obstruction of the people at the door.

Although Jing Yihong is good at martial arts, he can't beat four hands with two fists, not to mention they all have knives in their hands, and the knives are all trying to put Jing Yihong to death.

Jing Yihong, on the other hand, was distracted by Ruan Qianya who was behind him, who was suddenly stabbed in the arm by accident.

"Yihong!" Ruan Qianya yelled worriedly, her heart was full of anxiety, she only hated herself for becoming Jing Yihong's burden at this time.

Fu Zhirong never thought of letting them leave alive.

Just when Jing Yihong felt that he was beginning to lose his strength, the metal door was kicked open, and Shao Tianqi rushed in like a wind.

Seeing Shao Tianqi, Jing Yihong's tense nerves finally relaxed, "You are here, kid!"

After the words fell, his legs went limp, and he slumped on the ground.

The people brought by Shao Tianqi dealt with the men holding the machetes, and threw the machetes in their hands to the ground heavily.

Shao Tianqi spat, and slapped one of them hard on the face, "You don't know how to live or die! Who do you dare to touch?"

Ruan Qianya didn't care about how Shao Tianqi dealt with them, but just looked at the bloody wound on Jing Yihong's arm with distressed eyes.

She couldn't help but tore off Jing Yihong's tie, tied it on his arm, and immediately urged: "Your wound has been bleeding, and you may have cut an artery. You must go to the hospital for treatment right now."

Jing Yihong looked at the worried Ruan Qianya, and said lightly, "Let it bleed, anyway, I have a lot of blood, as long as I see that you are safe and sound."

Ruan Qianya's face became hot, and she directly helped Jing Yihong up, and dragged him away from here forcibly.

As soon as he walked out of the hotel, the police surrounded him worriedly, "Mr. Jing, are you alright?"

Jing Yihong shook his head reassuringly, "It's okay, I just got scratched accidentally."

Jing Yihong glanced in the direction of the police car, suddenly realized something, and asked with a stern eyebrow: "Where is Fu Zhirong? You surrounded him outside, didn't anyone catch him?"

The policeman lowered his head in shame, "He is really cunning, we let him slip away..."

"Slipped away?" Jing Yihong's face, which had already lost blood, turned pale again.

Ruan Qianya thought that Jing Yihong cared about Fu Zhirong taking away the project, and said guiltily, "I'm sorry, it's all because of me that Qi Sheng lost such an important project."

"That's not what I'm worried about." Jing Yihong patted the back of Ruan Qianya's hand and comforted her: "If you lose the project, just lose it, as long as you are safe and sound."

"I'm just worried that if he escapes like this, he will come back to take revenge sooner or later." Jing Yihong looked worried, his eyes full of anxiety.

That would mean that there was an indeterminate time bomb hiding in the dark around them that might detonate at any time, which was really too dangerous.

Ruan Qianya understood what Jing Yihong was thinking, but she was more worried about Jing Yihong now than in the future.

She urged again: "Yihong, go to the hospital to treat your wound first."

If the delay continues, Jing Yihong will really lose too much blood.

Sitting in the car, Ruan Qianya sent Jing Yihong to the hospital. The doctor was shocked when he saw the bloody wound, and immediately arranged for hemostasis and sutures, and then forced Jing Yihong to the ward, saying that he was afraid of the wound Infect.

Ruan Qianya stood by Jing Yihong's side, her eyes full of guilt and self-blame, if it wasn't for saving her, Jing Yihong wouldn't be in such a mess.

Jing Yihong thought she was frightened, so he pretended to smile relaxedly, "It's nothing, it's just a small wound, the doctor made a big deal out of it."

Ruan Qianya still lowered her head, and said with self-reproach: "I already found evidence of what Fu Zhirong did, but Fu Zhirong broke the USB drive."

"I'm really stupid. If I sent those evidences directly to your phone, they wouldn't be damaged, and I could completely defeat Fu Zhirong." Ruan Qianya was full of regret at this moment, but now it's too late up.

Thinking of something suddenly, Ruan Qianya shuddered suddenly, and asked in amazement: "You come to save me, what about the fashion week? That's the chance you finally got back."

"It's okay, Anna is over there," Jing Yihong was not too worried about this.

Fu Zhirong is suspected of kidnapping, and the police are arresting people everywhere. Assuming he won't make any big moves recently, he will naturally not intervene in fashion week matters.