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

Seeing that Nangong Yu didn't say a word, the old man asked again: "Now you still think it's inappropriate for Qian Ya to participate in the TI project?"

"No, no." Nangong Yu's smile was a little forced.

As long as the decision-making power of the TI project is in Jing Yihong's hands, she will have a way to make Ruan Qianya withdraw from the project automatically.

Just as Ruan Qianya inserted the key into the lock, a hand suddenly rested on her shoulder.

Her body trembled suddenly, her hands froze in the air in fright, she held her breath, and did not dare to move.

"Chiya..."

With a familiar soft call, a smell of alcohol hit, Ruan Qianya turned her head in a daze, and looked at Nangong He behind her in surprise.

"Nangonghe? Why are you here? Why did you drink so much wine?"

Ruan Qianya wanted to move away Nangong He's hand on her shoulder, but when she moved, Nangong He rushed towards her.

Ruan Qianya dodged subconsciously, watching Nangong He slam into the door.

She hissed softly, seeing him slipping on the ground, she asked embarrassedly: "Nangong He, you... are you okay?"

What responded to her was Nangong He's silence.

Just when she thought Nangong He had passed out, his shoulders suddenly shrugged and he let out a grievous whimper.

"Qianya, even you despise me...you don't like me..."

It was the first time seeing a big man being wronged like this, Ruan Qianya was really at a loss for a while.

She discussed with him softly: "If you have anything to say, let's go in and talk, okay?"

Nangong He ignored her, just patted on the door vigorously, and shouted vaguely: "Open the door! Open the door!"

There was really nothing he could do about it, Ruan Qianya could only turn the key to open the door, before she reached out to help, Nangong He had already stood up unsteadily, walked into the villa with strides, and fell headfirst on the sofa in the living room superior.

Ruan Qianya sighed helplessly, closed the door, glanced at Nangong He who buried her head under the pillow, shook her head, and walked straight into the kitchen.

She cooked a bowl of hangover tea, coaxed and tricked Nangong He to drink it, and then asked calmly, "What's the matter? Why did you drink like this all of a sudden?"

"I'm uncomfortable." Nangong He pointed to the position on his chest, "It's very crowded here."

"I gave up the chance to get it, why should I say that I am incompetent in front of so many people? My eldest brother and brother-in-law are both dignified people, why should I think I am a prodigal? Why?! "

Hearing the complaints in his tone, Ruan Qianya sighed softly and sat opposite him.

She finally understood that the reason why Nangong He drank like this today was because he was belittled by the old man because of the TI project in the company during the day.

Thinking about it carefully, what the old man said at the meeting really didn't show Nangong He any mercy at all, so it's no wonder he was unhappy.

At this time, Nangong He's eyes were blurred, and he was lying on the sofa to complain to Ruan Qianya.

"I lost my mother since I was a child, and my father loved my elder brother wholeheartedly, and never cared about my son. In Nangong's family, everyone looked down on me, thinking that I was a prodigal who could only spend money."

"Prodigal son..." He laughed out loud at himself. After laughing, his voice was full of disappointment: "No one has ever really cared about me."

His complaints made Ruan Qianya's heart gradually soften, but she didn't know what to say to comfort her.

Like Nangong He, she lost her mother in her early years. She can understand the grievance and pain in Nangong He's heart.

As he talked, Nangong He's voice became lower and lower, and finally fell asleep directly on Ruan Qianya's sofa.

Covering him with a blanket, Ruan Qianya gave him a worried look before returning to her room and continuing to work.

Tomorrow she will go to Linshi with Jing Yihong, she must grasp all the information about this project as soon as possible.

Ruan Qianya, who was so focused on her work, didn't notice that the moment she walked into the room, Nangong He, who was supposed to be lying on the sofa drunk, suddenly opened his eyes.

After so many years in these places of fireworks, he has already practiced a thousand cups of alcohol without getting drunk. All the absurd behavior just now was intentional, including complaining to Ruan Qianya.

Star pupils narrowed slightly, Nangong He's mouth curled into a triumphant smile.

People, the biggest weakness is soft-hearted.

Early the next morning, Ruan Qianya opened her eyes, only to realize that she had fallen asleep lying on the table last night.

She rubbed her sore neck and walked out of the room, attracted by the smell of food.

Following the scent and walking into the kitchen, she saw Nangong He who was busy inside wearing an apron, her eyes were full of surprises.

Leaning against the kitchen door, she said in disbelief: "I never thought that the fourth young master of the Nangong family would actually cook himself?"

"There are so many things you didn't expect." Nangong He said triumphantly, "I have learned skills from chefs at Michelin restaurants."

Ruan Qianya clicked her tongue twice, "I said you're fat and you're still out of breath."

"You don't believe it?" Nangong He picked up the plate and winked at her, "Taste it yourself and you will believe it."

Sitting at the dining table, tasting Nangong He's handicraft, Ruan Qianya's eyes flashed a bright light of joy, "Not bad!"

Seeing her eating happily, Nangong He scratched his head in embarrassment, "I caused you trouble last night."

"No trouble, it's my honor that you are willing to confide something in front of me, it shows that you regard me as a friend."

"What about you?" Nangong He asked suddenly.

Ruan Qianya was slightly taken aback, "Me? What's wrong with me?"

"Do you consider me a friend?"

"Of course." Ruan Qianya lowered her brows, her flickering eyes revealing a bit of guilt.

Nangong He's eyes were fixed on her face, he stopped circling, and asked bluntly: "If you really regard me as a friend, can you tell me what happened between you and Ling Qing?" ?”

Ruan Qianya was about to deny it, but Nangong He continued: "Don't lie to me that nothing happened between the two of you, just from the way you look at him, I know that there is more than just your crush He is so simple."

"What's more, with your character and character, I don't believe you will be so persistent with a married man."

Ruan Qianya pursed her lips tightly, choosing the latter between explanation and silence.

Seeing that she refused to explain, Nangong He chuckled mockingly, "It seems that I am too self-righteous. I always thought that you regarded me as a friend, but it seems that you don't trust me."

He stood up and breathed out slowly, "I really feel worthless for myself. In order to help you, I willingly gave up the project I got, but in your heart, I am not even a friend..."

Seeing the loneliness in his eyes, Ruan Qianya couldn't help but think of the scene where he complained to herself last night.

Only those who trust you will say that.

"Nangong He." Seeing that he was about to leave, Ruan Qianya suddenly stopped him, and said with some difficulty: "Actually, Ling Qing is my ex-husband."