Flash marriage to a wealthy family, the abstinent president proves love every night

"The old place tonight, until you come."

Should I go to the appointment or not?

After struggling for a long time, she lowered her head in frustration.

Cong Rong wake up!

He will soon be a husband and a father, what else do you want?

hiss~

In a daze, the rose thorn stuck deeply into her index finger, and she let out a muffled groan.

"Do you know Miss Rong and Master Jing?" Xiao Ya came to her side and handed a band-aid.

"Sister Xiao Ya, I'm sorry, I won't affect the progress of the engagement banquet because of personal grievances."

Cong Rong bowed her head and quickly deleted the text message.

So what if my heart hurts?

Leaving decently is her last dignity, which is good for both of them!

Seeing that her eyes were full of forbearance and loss, Xiao Ya could guess some reasons in her heart.

Patting Cong Rong's shoulder comfortingly, Xiao Ya didn't say much more.

He was busy until dusk, when Cong Rong finished work with a carefully prepared bouquet.

She was going to the hospital to visit Hua Anyue.

Apart from the baby in her womb, Aunt Yue is the only warmth she has left in this world.

Cong Rong swore in her heart that she would let Aunt Yue pass away with peace of mind.

People's Hospital International Department, Inpatient Building

Cong Rong took the elevator to the VIP ward on the top floor with a large bouquet of flowers in her arms.

The moment the elevator opened, she saw a woman with brown waist-length hair coming out of Hua Anyue's ward.

Cong Rong felt that this figure looked familiar, but couldn't remember who it was.

When she approached, the woman had entered the stairwell.

On the hospital bed, a few strands of white hair at the temples of Hua Anyue were extremely conspicuous, her eyes were closed and her brows were slightly frowned with a slightly painful expression.

The monitor on the upper right side of the bed made a steady beeping sound.

After placing the flower bucket by the window, Hua Anyue woke up just as she was about to sit down on the side of the hospital bed.

"Rong girl, are you here?"

Tears glistened in Hua Anyue's eyes, unable to conceal her joy.

"Mom, are you better? I miss you very much. The family is too big. I don't feel comfortable without you."

Cong Rong spoke from his heart.

Every minute she was alone with Ji Tingqiu, she felt anxious.

"Silly girl, you can live a happy life together, why do you have to let me have an old light bulb lying around at home." Hua Anyue didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

She wished she could stay in the hospital for an extra month and give the two of them more time to be alone.

"Maybe next time I'm discharged from the hospital, I'll be a grandma."Hua Anyue joked.

"Mom, take your time, I'm even embarrassed by what you said."Cong Rong blushed and turned her head away.

She is pregnant, but the child's father is not Ji Tingqiu.

That man is already under the gun.

Thinking of this, she felt a sense of embarrassment in her heart when a child made a mistake.

Cong Rong got up awkwardly and went to the window to arrange the bouquet.

She still didn't dare to face Hua Anyue's expectant eyes.

"Mom, do you like this bouquet?"

"I like it, all the flower mothers you made like it."

Hua Anyue really likes these flowers and plants.

She looked at the flowers that Cong Rong brought today, and felt the child's heart.

This is a bouquet of French garden flowers full of wild and natural style.

The arrangement of flowers is unconventional, straight and upward in a savage growth posture.

Hua Anyue knew that Cong Rong hoped that she would have tenacious vitality like this bunch of flowers.

She recalled the first time she met Cong Rong.

A few years ago, a vegetative person who was seriously injured in a car accident was admitted to a nursing home.

It is said that his wife died without a whole body, and only a teenage girl remained.

At a young age, the girl arranges the flowers beautifully like an oil painting, with different colors and styles every week.

Hua Anyue gradually began to like standing by the window, looking at the flowers arranged on the balcony on the second floor opposite.

Her heart, which was broken like a dead tree, was gradually healed by the girl and the flower.

They love mother and daughter in the nursing home, comforting each other's inner wounds.

Cong Rong suddenly disappeared two years ago, and has never been to Baikang Nursing Home since then.

It was also rumored in the courtyard that the daughter of the vegetative person probably died.

For this reason, Hua Anyue's psychology was once again hit hard.

It wasn't until her son brought Cong Rong back that she finally got over her heart disease.

At this time, the door of the ward was pushed open.

"Ting Qiu, you're here. Mom said she's going to stay in the hospital for the rest of her life. Take her back quickly."

When Cong Rong saw the man pushing the door, he instantly turned into a little wife.

She stepped forward to hold Ji Tingqiu's arm affectionately and shook it like a spoiled child.

Ji Tingqiu was stunned for five seconds.

His body suddenly felt hot as if it had been electrified.

Ji Tingqiu doesn't understand why this woman always likes to shake his arms like a child.

Qi Yu's appearance suddenly appeared in his mind.

In memory, Qi Yu rarely acted like a baby with him.

"Qiu'er, your date with Rong girl is scheduled for the beginning of next month. I'm afraid I won't be able to wait until that time, so hurry up and get ready for the wedding."

"Bah, bah, bah, Mom, I don't allow you to say that!" Cong Rong immediately blushed,

"After Dad died, I only had you. If you couldn't find me, you left me here!"

Cong Rong could no longer bear to lie on Hua Anyue's body.

Her shoulders trembled with the sobs, but she tried her best not to cry out.

"Okay, okay, Mom hasn't watched your wedding, and I haven't hugged my grandson, I won't let go"

Hua Anyue patted Cong Rong's back lovingly, once and for all.

Ji Tingqiu walked to the window with red eyes and looked at the busy traffic outside.

At this moment, he felt like an outsider.

Cong Rong looks like her mother's own daughter.

There was a different kind of softness in his heart.

To Cong Rong, for the first time, he felt genuine gratitude.

It wasn't until the nurse came in to check the night that Cong Rong and Ji Tingqiu reluctantly left.

The two still held hands to bid farewell to Hua Anyue with the utmost intimacy.

The moment the ward door closed, Cong Rong immediately let go of the man's arm and took a few steps back.

"I'll go back to the villa after Aunt Yue is discharged from the hospital."

Seeing her slip away like avoiding the plague, Ji Tingqiu's expression darkened.

He felt very upset for no reason.

Here, Cong Rong didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he got out of the hospital gate and took a taxi.

She has self-awareness.

Ji Tingqiu gave her money to let her act as a good wife and daughter-in-law.

She can't have any unreasonable thoughts about things other than the contract.

The night scene of Qingcheng is much more prosperous than when she was imprisoned two years ago.

When passing Huaxijiao Park, Cong Rong suddenly remembered Jingze's text message.

Two minutes later, Cong Rong was already hovering at the entrance of the park.

Unexpectedly, her mouth was twice as fast as her brain, Cong Rong smiled bitterly in her heart, but she couldn't erase it or let it go.

It is not so easy to stop another taxi during this rush hour.

Huaxijiao Park is built along the sea, and the long boardwalk extends along the curved coastline into the night.

The noise of the waves hitting the trestle bridge continued one after another, and Cong Rong faced the dark sea for a moment full of emotions.

At this time, a man's gentle accusation came from behind her,

"Since you're having a bad time, why do you have to leave?"

Jing Ze was half hidden in the long shadow of Cong Rong, with the lights flickering on and off, his brows and eyes were full of loneliness.

They were one of the thousands of lovers witnessed by the century-old tree beside them.

We met again two years later, but it seemed like a lifetime away.

Across a cobblestone path, the figures of the two seemed to be frozen by the camera.

The man looked at her back affectionately.

She stared at the black, boundless sea in front of her in confusion.

"Sorry, I'm not good enough for you."

She's worthless, exactly a liability,

Now this burden is still pregnant with two small oil bottles.

The sea breeze in Xia Ye was obviously very gentle, but Cong Rong felt that the wind made her eyes hurt, and she was afraid that she would lose her composure if she stayed any longer.

The moment she turned around, a bicycle quickly passed her legs.

Cong Rong didn't stand firmly for a while, and lost his balance.

She subconsciously wanted to protect her stomach, and her legs fell directly on the wooden boards that had been in disrepair.

It hurts!

The sting of sawdust piercing her flesh came from her kneecap, and she bit her lip tightly.

"Cong Rong!"

Jing Ze strode forward and hugged Cong Rong.

"Let me down, I'll take a taxi back by myself."

Not daring to respond to the hot gaze above his head, Cong Rong struggled to get down by himself.

The two were engrossed in the power game, and they didn't see anyone staring at them a few meters away.

The man stood there with his hands in his pockets, his brows and eyes as cold as pools, and Qi Yu's eyes flashed like a smile but not a smile.

"Jing Shao, what a coincidence," Qi Yu was the first to break the silence.