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

"It was when we first got married. At that time, you were always cold to me, and you didn't smile at all when taking pictures."

Speaking of those past events, Ruan Qianya's eyes gradually softened, and her voice became much gentler.

"Married?" Some fragmentary images suddenly flashed in Jing Yihong's mind, he shook his head, and asked suspiciously: "So we are husband and wife?"

"No, we're divorced."

Ruan Qianya pursed her lips, and was considering whether to tell him everything about the past, when the door of the ward was gently pushed open, and a doctor in a white coat walked in.

"The patient's family members, please excuse me, we need to take her for an examination."

This untimely interruption made Jing Yihong feel unwilling, but in order to cooperate with the doctor, he took the initiative to step aside.

Seeing Ruan Qianya follow the doctor out of the ward with his own eyes, all Jing Yihong thought about was what Ruan Qianya said.

Suddenly, a light flashed in his mind for an instant, and Jing Yihong was suddenly startled.

Outside the emergency room yesterday, the doctor had already said that they had already given Ruan Qianya a full body check, so what else is there to check today?
A bad premonition faintly arose in his heart, Jing Yihong immediately rushed out of the ward, grabbed the servant at the door and asked, "Which way are they going?"

The servant looked bewildered, and pointed to the west. Before he could speak, Jing Yihong had already rushed over.

At this time, Ruan Qianya had followed the doctor into the stairwell, and asked suspiciously, "Why don't you take the elevator? Which floor are we going to? What are we checking for?"

The doctor didn't answer her, but the hand holding her arm exerted a little force, more like restraining her deliberately.

Realizing this, Ruan Qianya felt a chill go down her spine, and looked at the doctor anxiously.

He smiled evilly, covered her mouth with his hand, and trapped her in his arms.

"Don't move!" His voice was like an old-fashioned tape recorder that hadn't been repaired for a long time, hoarse and low, "If you are obedient and obedient, I can still save your life. If you resist, I can strangle you right now."

Ruan Qianya remained motionless for a moment, letting him manipulate her.

She told herself to calm down, the more she angered him at this time, the more dangerous her situation would be.

The man dragged her down, and Ruan Qianya tried her best to cooperate, which made the man very satisfied, and the strength in his hands could not help but loosen a bit.

At the corner of the stairs, Ruan Qianya suddenly slammed his elbow into his chest hard, the man let go of his hand in pain, and Ruan Qianya took the opportunity to run up.

Seeing her running away, the man rubbed his chest, cursed in a low voice, and stepped after her.

Ruan Qianya ran to the stairs and was about to shout when her hair was suddenly pulled, and a sharp pain came from her scalp. She screamed and was dragged into the stairwell again.

"Bitch! You don't have to drink a toast!" The man slapped him, and Ruan Qianya's mouth immediately oozes blood.

There was a buzzing in her ears, and Ruan Qianya's consciousness was lost for a moment. She only felt that her hair was pulled forcefully. She unconsciously tilted her head back and met the man's fierce gaze.

"If it weren't for the fact that you are Mu Ningfeng's woman, I would be you right now!"

As soon as the words fell, the door of the stairwell was kicked open.

A ray of light shone in, and under the light and shadow, Jing Yihong looked over with a gloomy expression. Seeing the blood on the corner of Ruan Qianya's mouth, his heart seemed to have been stabbed severely.

Ruan Qianya looked at Jing Yihong fixedly, and at this moment, her heart suddenly felt at ease.

Such a big commotion alarmed the people in the hospital. Seeing Ruan Qianya being held hostage, someone immediately called the police.

The man didn't expect that he would be discovered. In the current situation, he might not be able to leave even if he wanted to.

Heartbroken, he placed all his bets on Ruan Qianya.

The man pulled out a dagger from his boots and pointed at Jing Yihong, "Don't come here! If you take another step forward, I'll kill her right away!"

While speaking, he had already placed the dagger on Ruan Qianya's neck.

Jing Yihong kept staring at the dagger, subconsciously stopped, and said coldly: "Put down the dagger, and I can let you go."

"Do you think I will believe you?" The man sneered, "Ask Mu Ningfeng to come! If he doesn't come, I will let his woman be buried with me!"

Jing Yihong's thoughts sank, as expected, the persuasion of the man was obviously aimed at Mu Ningfeng.

In order to appease the man's emotions, Jing Yihong deliberately lowered his voice.

"Don't be impulsive, there must be a misunderstanding. She is not Mu Ningfeng's woman at all, he is my girlfriend."

A flash of astonishment flashed in Ruan Qianya's eyes, even though she knew he was fooling the man in front of her, there was still a hint of joy in her heart.

The man immediately frowned, turned his head and asked Ruan Qianya: "Is he your man?"

At this moment, Ruan Qianya felt less fear, and looked directly at Jing Yihong, "Yes, he is my man."

The eyes of the two met, and Jing Yihong clearly felt a kind of blood rushing in his heart.

At this moment, it seems that they only have each other in their eyes.

The man was not so easy to fool, he looked at them suspiciously, and immediately denied: "No! I have seen the photo, and she is Mu Ningfeng's woman! Don't lie to me!"

After the words fell, the dagger on Ruan Qianya's neck got closer by two points.

At this time, someone in the crowd yelled that the police are coming, which made the man's face change immediately.

The man was anxious, and subconsciously took a step back, but forgot about the stairs behind him, stepped on the air, and leaned back with Ruan Qianya.

"No!"

Jing Yihong's heart seemed to drop in an instant, his body had already reacted, and he took Ruan Qianya's hand a few steps forward, protecting her in his arms, but rolled down the stairs together with her.

Rolling over the hard corners of the stairs with his back, one of his hands was behind Ruan Qianya's head, and the other was between her eyes.

Rolling onto the slow-walking platform of the stairs, Jing Yihong's hands finally loosened.

Ruan Qianya, who was lying in his arms, raised her head, looked at him with concern, and was about to ask, but saw his pupils suddenly dilated.

"careful!"

With an exclamation, Jing Yihong pushed Ruan Qianya away from him, and reached out to grab the dagger that the man stabbed.

"Jing Yihong!"

Ruan Qianya blurted out the name, and her first reaction was to stand up, pick up the trash can on the jogging platform, and hit the man's head heavily.

The man rolled his eyes, tilted his head, and lay unconscious on the ground.

Jing Yihong panted heavily, his tense nerves finally relaxed.

At just the right time, the police quickly walked downstairs, handcuffed the man, and took him away.

Jing Yihong stood up and grabbed the police officer beside him, "Can I go with you? I want to ask him personally."

The police officer looked down at the wound on his hand, "You should deal with the wound first and do an inspection. You will need your cooperation in the future, and I will contact you again."