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

Just when she answered the phone,

Ji Tingqiu's big hands had already occupied two commanding heights through his thin clothes.

His rough fingers were twisting and rubbing, as if he was deliberately letting her try the feeling of embarrassment and making a fool of herself.

In the dark carriage, it was obvious that the other party could not be seen clearly.

She still felt those resentful eyes.

"Don't make trouble!"

Cong Rong put the phone away from his mouth and whispered to the man.

The voice was anxious and a bit pleading.

But the man's attitude was unclear, and he loosened his fingers but did not take them out of his clothes.

"Sister Cong Rong, what's wrong with you? Are you injured?"

On the other side of the phone, Mu Qingqing heard a scream and thought Cong Rong had hit something.

"Oh, no... no, I accidentally kicked a stone, Qingqing, what do you want from me?"

The pressure brought by the man had made her breathe faster involuntarily.

At this moment, she could only try to make her breath sound as steady as possible.

"Sister Cong Rong, brother Tingqiu didn't answer my calls when I called him. If he doesn't come, who will show me the surprise I prepared? These dresses are all high-end high-end clothes that I paid a lot of money to rent. Wow... over there in the office Now he obviously agreed to me, I... I dressed so gorgeously that none of my male companions would be laughed to death...

Mu Qingqing just cried and said nothing on the phone, and had no intention of hanging up.

Half a minute later, the crying continued, and the man frowned.

A minute later, the crying became more intense, and Cong Rong looked at Ji Tingqiu awkwardly.

2 minutes later, Mu Qingqing was still crying.

Ji Tingqiu bit his cheek irritably, grabbed the phone and hung up.

In less than two seconds, Mu Qingqing's call came in again. He glanced at it and threw it into the back seat.

"You...Ji Tingqiu, why did you hang up? She called me now because she needed my comfort. Didn't you just add fuel to the fire by hanging up?"

Cong Rong pushed his chest angrily and wanted to stretch out his arm to get the phone.

When I meet Qingqing tomorrow night, she will definitely blame her for not answering the phone for no reason.

the most important is,

When Mu Qingqing discovered her relationship with Ji Tingqiu one day, her complaint went beyond simply not answering the phone.

Thinking of the girl's hatred and hatred, she felt that she was in big trouble.

She has long arms and legs since she was a child, so it was not difficult to get a mobile phone.

But the man in her body disagreed with her in a wicked way.

She leaned forward, and the man moved accordingly, in order to restrain her tightly.

Keeping her motionless.

After trying a few times, Cong Rong gave up because her arms were sore from stretching.

"Ji Tingqiu, you are boring enough. Why don't you go play with your daughter for a while while you have this time." Cong Rong complained.

The man simply ignored her look that wanted to throw him thousands of miles away, and said calmly,

"You have time to listen to her cry, why not spend time to enlighten me."

"You...well, how can I enlighten you?"

As soon as Cong Rong finished speaking, a pair of warm lips brought a ray of cool breeze and quickly lowered his head to touch hers,

"Well……"

"That's all."

With that said, Ji Tingqiu no longer gave her a chance to breathe.

The thin lips covered her and she nibbled and rubbed them gently, not as crazy as in the office.

Beneath her, the woman's tense and resisting body was gradually losing its grip amidst this slow gnawing.

The big, calloused hands reached into the smooth back and rubbed it inch by inch.

As gentle as caressing a treasure.

Cong Rong felt numb all over.

Wherever the big hand touches, a current flows through the body along the blood.

Tremble, tremble again!

He couldn't help but insert his fingers into his short, stiff hair, trying to stop him from continuing to light the fire.

But when those weak, boneless fingertips fell on the man, more desire arose.

As his lust grew stronger, he was no longer satisfied at this moment.

"Ji Tingqiu doesn't want it, I have something to tell you."

Cong Rong caught the big hand that was about to reach down in time.

"You say your thing, and I'll do mine." The man looked a little unhappy at her interruption.

He didn't know why he couldn't wait to have her in this crowded car.

All I could think of was this woman's smile at Jingze.

She gave Jingze her tears of distress and guilt.

And what about him?

For the past six years, Cong Rong had either ignored him as coldly as ice or scolded him for his possession.

"No, don't be here, people will see you."

Cong Rong looked up and glanced outside the car. The solar street lights were so bright that she felt guilty.

She felt so guilty that she pushed him out several times stronger.

"Is it shameful to be with me? If it were Jingze, you would just close your eyes and be happy."

Ji Tingqiu suddenly stood up and straightened his clothes, his eyes were bone-chilling.

The big stone on his body moved away in an instant, and fresh air rushed into his chest. Cong Rong gasped and sat upright.

"I'm sorry, I have to return to the capital early. Aze's leg may have been much better after intervention a day earlier. If he can stand up again, I won't have to bear so much pressure. If it doesn't get better, I will take care of him for the rest of his life."

She wanted to explain, but she swallowed the words again.

How could you dislike his touch?

Even if she felt conflicted in her heart, it was because of her guilt towards Aze that made her feel that she was not worthy of enjoying the happiness in this world.

"What should I do? Don't want it anymore?"

Hearing this, the man chuckled and asked casually.

It was as if a knife was suddenly inserted into his heart, turning sideways in a circle and almost cutting his heart into pieces.

I used to think that as long as Jingze comes back,

He can compete with him openly, and Cong Rong will definitely be his.

But he seemed to have forgotten,

Six years ago, it was Jingze who parted ways with Cong Rong on the edge of the cliff.

It was Jingze who jumped up and was annihilated in the waves together with the bomb.

not him.

"Ji Tingqiu, if Aze can stand up again, I will come back to you after paying off my debt. Before that, please don't embarrass me again."

After speaking, Cong Rong lowered her head and pressed her teeth against her lower lip. The heartbreaking pain made her hold back the love and longing that was about to come out.

The car that was so hot just now suddenly felt as cold as March in early spring.

The car window suddenly rolled down halfway, and a cool night breeze filtered through the window. She couldn't help but hug her arms and shiver.

Out of the corner of his eye, the man said nothing.

The lighter's pulley made two soft beeps in the quiet night, and a wisp of bluish-white smoke curled up.

"it is good."

A simple word came out of Ji Tingqiu's mouth as if he had thought it through carefully.

After the engine started, it roared a few times, and the car quickly drove towards the garden community like an arrow.

The two of them didn't speak again the whole time, and the awkward atmosphere was like the first time they met.

Only this time, Party A changed...

10 minutes later,

Huayue and Huayu heard the doorbell ringing and opened the door before Mrs. Wang.

"Mom, Dad, you are back together." Huayue looked up at the two people who rarely appeared together and shouted happily.

Ever since Mr. Rui came here, Ji Tingqiu rarely appeared here without his permission.

The contact between father and daughter relies entirely on the phone.

It can be seen that the child is very happy.

The word "together" made the two people standing at the door look a little uncomfortable at the same time.

Cong Rong felt sad.

A forced smile appeared on his face that was uglier than crying.

"Baby, can you leave it to Grandma Wang to open the door? What if the person standing at the door is a bad guy?"

"I won't be afraid as long as Dad is here. Dad, when will you finish your work and live with us?" Hua Yu pestered Ji Tingqiu and put her on his shoulders, asking him coquettishly.

Ji Tingqiu was taken aback by the question,

The woman just took the initiative to part ways with him in the car.

If he really told the truth in front of his children, it would cut off his future as a father.

"Baby, mommy has to decide this matter. She is the head of the family. If mommy nods and agrees, daddy can tell you stories every night to put you to sleep."

After speaking, he looked at Cong Rong meaningfully, deliberately shifting the conflict.