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

"Fix one person for me. The information will be sent to your mobile phone soon."

"No problem, Miss Rong is always the same, 200 million."

On the other end of the phone, after two seconds of silence, Mazi's slightly panting voice came.

"Play whatever you want, and make it clean for me afterwards!"

Rong Jingxian noticed what he was doing, suppressed her nausea and hung up the phone after speaking.

Mazi is a well-known perverted killer on the road, the only thing he does is clean and he has never missed a hand.

"Cong Rong, I really want to see you being played to death."

When the phone was closed, Rong Jingxian's eyes were grim.

"When you die, everything is solved."

After five o'clock in the afternoon, the sunset glow burned half of the sky red.

The traffic on the road outside the door gradually increased, and urgent horns sounded from time to time.

After Cong Rongbian finished arranging the bouquets, he began to clean the countertops.

She glanced at the door.

Jing Ze probably won't be able to come.

With Uncle Jing's strong desire to control, Jing Ze might be put under house arrest like he was two years ago.

She smiled self-deprecatingly, picked up the rag and began to wipe the table.

Cong Rong, so what if he's here?

The misunderstanding between the two of them can't be reunited without resolving this misunderstanding.

There is also family affection and the bondage that is better than family affection.

Even if we are together against all opinions, those past opposition and humiliation will still scratch from time to time like hypertrophic scars.

What she is looking forward to is a flat marriage that can heal each other.

A man's shadow flashed in Cong Rong's mind.

That man was about to kill her at every turn, and he never gave her a good face.

But Ji Tingqiu's affectionate appearance with her is the appearance of the marriage she has always dreamed of.

There were many times when she had to give her own thigh a hard pinch.

Cong Rong, you can't get stuck in it.

Three months will pass quickly, and nothing here will belong to you.

A gust of wind rings

"Aze, wait for me, I'll finish it soon."

Cong Rong wiped the table and did not look back, blurting out as if facing a friend calmly.

Her response was silence...

She looked back puzzled and saw the living Hades with a gloomy face.

"I'm not your old friend, disappointed?"

Ji Tingqiu snorted coldly with a look of disdain, but an inexplicable anger rose in his heart.

His mother called in the afternoon and told him to follow Cong Rong home early after get off work, saying that it was something urgent.

He hurriedly finished his work and drove to pick up his "wife".

Oh, not the person she expected!

"I'm sorry, is Aunt Yue looking for something?"

Cong Rong's sarcasm towards him was no longer surprising.

His coming must have something to do with Hua Anyue, she would not be so overwhelmed that she would think that Ji Tingqiu would find her for a personal matter.

"Go back, something has happened!"

Ji Tingqiu frowned, his eyes were as cold as ice, he glanced at her lightly, then turned and walked out of the shop.

At this time, all the work in Cong Rong's hands had been finished, she glanced outside the door, and decided to make a sample and close the shop.

I don't know what important things Aunt Yue is going to say, so I can only have a showdown with Jingze another day.

"Wait for me, I want to change my work clothes."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ji Tingqiu had already arrived outside the door and ignored her.

Cong Rong let out a wry smile.

It can be seen that Mr. Ji is really wronged to pick her up from get off work.

Ten minutes later, Cong Rong walked out of the store, and saw Ji Tingqiu standing in front of a brand new white Mercedes-Benz g10.

It looks very similar to the Black Samurai he often drives.

He was lightly biting the cigarette butt on his lips, his brows and eyes were tightly furrowed, and his cold profile was attracted by the sound of the whistle from time to time to look back at the road.

This scene is inexplicably like a certain frame in a Hong Kong movie.

She planned to stop at a place two meters away from the man, and wait for the smell of smoke to dissipate before approaching.

Seeing her approaching, Ji Tingqiu took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, snuffed out the half of the remaining cigarette butt and threw it into the trash can.

After this coherent set, his brows were still frowning, as if he was very upset.

Cong Rong felt a little warmth in his heart.

Is he taking care of pregnant women and babies?

"Can you drive? You come."

Ji Tingqiu looked at Cong Rong and asked, his voice slightly hoarse after being soaked by the smoke.

"I studied for a driver's license for a month, but only finished subject two."

She felt a tightness in her chest, and tears quickly filled her pupils.

After the college entrance examination, her father once promised that she would give her a car for transportation after she got her driver's license, so that she could live at home during college.

Mom and Dad set off the night before and said they were going back to Beijing to visit relatives, and they made a video call with her when they arrived.

The next morning, Cong Rong got up early to practice driving at the driving school.

According to the time calculation, she finished driving at noon, just when her parents arrived at the destination, they could video.

That day, she waited until it was dark, checked her phone countless times, but there was no movement at all.

Cong Rong tried to broadcast it many times, but it was a busy tone.

"Maybe it's because my mother came home for the first time in 20 years, and they are busy entertaining relatives." She comforted herself with her mobile phone.

Until midnight, the phone rang suddenly.

It was clearly my father's cell phone number, but the voice belonged to a serious and strange man.

"Hello, are you the family member of the injured Rong Sheng, your..."

The word "injured" suddenly awakened her from her drowsiness.

Perhaps, from that moment on, Cong Rong was already dead.

Those who survived were the "female prisoners" who would rather die than live.

"If you don't know how to start school, I will spare time to practice with you, why cry!"

Ji Tingqiu was a little confused by her crying.

In the morning, his mother ordered him to buy a car for Cong Rong, so he called the Mercedes-Benz 4S store directly out of trouble.

In the afternoon, they urgently dispatched a car from a neighboring city.

Why did he offend her by buying a car? Didn't he just ask if he could drive?

Seeing that she couldn't stop the woman's tears, Ji Tingqiu looked anxiously at the pedestrians around him.

What should I do if I am seen as bullying a woman in public!

This big g is already cool, and the white color is even more conspicuous.

Passers-by have long been attracted.

"I'm so happy, my husband, if you give me this car, I'll cry too, and I'll have to hold the car and cry."

"Put it down, I'll pay in installments for a car worth 30 yuan, the price of this car is one more zero..."

A young couple stood two meters away and looked at the car, their eyes shining.

When the words reached Cong Rong's ears, she raised her head in shock, followed by a look of disgust in her eyes.

What's wrong with 300 million, buy a car?

Probably bought it for Qi Yu, he was just for a test drive.

In the next second, this idea appeared in her mind, and she wisely got into the car and sat in the co-pilot.

If it's not hers, she tries not to touch it!

"you……"

Just cry, what does that disgusting look mean?

It took a month to know him before Ji Ting could understand why women were said to be "fickle".

He sat in the driver's seat with a dark face.

The engine started, and it left the parking space with a loud roar accompanied by white-gray exhaust.

In Jing's villa, Jing Yunkang was having dinner with his wife.

"Master, you have a bad heart, why are you angry with the children?"

Mrs. Jing said that she put some vegetables in her husband's bowl.

"This Congrong is just like her dead mother, stubborn and stubborn. If our son goes away, this kind of woman will suffer a lot!"

While the two were talking in the restaurant, Jing Ze lowered the rope and escaped quietly from the third floor.

He carried all his belongings, car keys and a pile of one-way cards with him.

During the evening rush hour, there are also long queues on the expressway, and the cars are driving very slowly.

Jingze looked at the long row of brake lights and lost his mind frequently. Fortunately, he was only 100 meters away from the viaduct.

"Cong Rong, wait for me!"