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

The gate of Jijia Villa

Ji Ting turned off the car and didn't get off immediately. He turned to look at Cong Rong in the passenger seat.

In just ten minutes, this woman was able to fall asleep.

At this time, the sunset just happened to sprinkle on her fair and tender cheeks through the front window.

Her upper body undulates with her even breathing, her thick eyelashes seem to be brushed neatly, through the orange sunlight, lying there quietly, like a delicate doll.

Ji Tingqiu couldn't help but adjust his posture, leaning on the back of his body and continuing to look at her.

Thanks to her growing lethargy, this was the first time he had sat so close to her.

This was also the first time they had private contact, and the two of them were not at war.

Seemingly feeling the vibration when driving without an engine, Cong Rong suddenly opened his eyes a few minutes later.

Her beautiful almond eyes were still covered with a fog of confusion.

"Wake up, get out of the car!"

The moment the woman raised her eyelids, Ji Tingqiu had already unbuckled her seat belt and was about to get out of the car.

Cong Rong quickly tidied up and got up.

Strange, is she dazzled?

She always felt like someone was watching her when she was unconscious.

A moment later, a car key was stuffed into her hand.

She raised her head in bewilderment and looked at the man who was a full head taller than herself.

Perhaps it was because of the huge height difference that when the two stood facing each other, she still couldn't see the emotion in each other's eyes clearly.

"What do you mean?" She gently opened her lips,

"Use this car instead of walking".

Cong Rong's pupils quake again.

"Transportation? Do you call driving this car a transportation?"

Driving a 300 million car to squeeze the rush hour between [-] am and [-] pm?

"It's estimated that the gas money is almost catching up with my monthly basic salary, but it seems that I have never seen the world."

"Also, doesn't Qi Yu use a car?"

Cong Rong thought about it but didn't dare to ask.

She hadn't put the keys in her bag for a long time, and was thinking quickly how to refuse without angering him.

Ji Tingqiu saw a trace of reluctance in her eyes, and then spoke again,

"Or you can choose me to pick you up to and from get off work."

Cong Rong "..."

"This is what my mother meant. You think too much. I don't have enough time to pick you up and go to get off work every day."

"Also, these days I will pick you up after get off work every day to practice driving for a while"

After speaking, he stared straight at her with a pair of cold eyes, with a hint of threat.

"I'll practice, don't pick it up, you're busy with your work."

When Cong Rong heard that Ji Tingqiu was going to pick her up to and from get off work, she subconsciously took a small step back and put the keys away.

He has always been able to do what Hua Anyue ordered.

After stuffing the key into the bag, Cong Rong walked towards the living room without waiting for him to join him.

"Mom, I'm back!"

As soon as she walked outside the hall, she saw that the workers had already planted a circle of endless summer fields.

She quickly stopped in her tracks, and turned around to instruct her servants how to take care of it.

"Remember to water more, and add shade nets when the sun is too hot."

Hua Anyue sat on the sofa, watching the girl directing the servants to work through the huge French window.

She smiled very relieved.

Cong Rong seemed to be the hostess of the family.

When she died, Cong Rong would be in the house, so she would be relieved.

Thinking of this, the sadness in Hua Anyue's brows became more and more intense.

She doesn't know how long she can live.

The last time she was hospitalized for a week, Hua Anyue didn't ask the doctor to tell her son the truth.

In fact, the condition is rapidly deteriorating, and the painkillers every night are no longer effective.

It was she who repeatedly begged the doctor to keep it secret, and wanted to go home and stay with the child for a few more days before she was temporarily discharged from the hospital.

Regarding these, Ji Tingqiu didn't know anything about it.

Tomorrow, she has to go back to the hospital.

"Mom, what day is it today, let Mrs. Wang cook such a sumptuous table of dishes."

Cong Rong came behind Hua Anyue while talking, and gently pinched her shoulders and neck.

The girl's hands are neither heavy nor light, very comfortable.

After a while, Hua Anyue took Cong Rong's hand and told her to sit down and rest.

"Qiu'er, Mom has set the wedding date for you at the end of May in the lunar calendar. You hurry up and contact the hotel. But don't be hasty and perfunctory. I want to hold a grand wedding for Rong girl. This is the daughter-in-law of our Ji family who is passing the door."

Hua Anyue slowed down, looked at Cong Rong,

"Rong girl's mother is running out of time. They say she won't marry in June and won't marry in July. Mom is too anxious to wait two months later. If the wedding treats you badly, can you forgive me?"

She let out a long sigh, and the light in her eyes lit up again.

"Mom really wants to see you and Qiu'er walk into the palace of marriage hand in hand."

Cong Rong listened to her solemnly ordering the wedding and her entrustment, and had a bad premonition in her heart.

"Mom, we all listen to you. As long as I have your witness, I am very satisfied. You brought me back and gave me such an excellent husband. I have nothing to be satisfied with."

She couldn't help but choked up, the food in the chopsticks couldn't get into her mouth because of the trembling.

The marriage she experienced is something that many people will never have the opportunity to experience in their lifetime.

Ji Tingqiu saw that the mother and daughter were about to burst into tears again, so he had no choice but to change the topic.

"Mom, how about we choose an outdoor wedding?

Cong Rong likes the style of the manor where she spent her honeymoon last time.”

"Okay, look at the arrangement, just one point, don't allow Ji Zheng to appear."

Realizing that her tone was a little too blunt, Hua Anyue glanced at the two of them again and said,

"Mom had hoped for this before she was alive, don't be ruined by unclean people."

Ji Tingqiu nodded, he was almost about to ask.

Unexpectedly, his mother would not forgive him until she died.

Two days ago, Ji Zhengtuo's personal doctor wanted to see him.

If he doesn't come, Ji Zheng threatens that he will commit suicide.

Ji Tingqiu is not sure at the moment whether his mother will be willing to forgive when she is dying.

Or want to meet Ji Zheng.

He didn't have any feelings for the father who ruined the family, but he still decided to settle down and see what was going on.

in a private hospital,

"Qiu'er, your mother..."

Ji Zheng was lying on the hospital bed, his hair was all white in just one month, like a 80-[-]-year-old old man with vicissitudes.

"I want to meet your mother"

"You do not deserve"!

Hearing this, Ji Zheng was emotionally agitated and coughed violently, as if his heart and lungs would be shattered.

The son really hated him, and stood by the hospital bed and looked at him indifferently.

"Qiu'er, let me meet her and apologize to her, it's because of my father's mistake."

After the cough was gradually suppressed, Ji Zheng begged with a heavy breath.

He asked for all of this, and now he regrets it.

Hua Anyue comes from a famous family and is the apple of the eye in her family, but she is naturally stubborn and stubborn.

Every time the two quarreled after they got married, he bowed his head and gave in.

No matter how good the relationship is over time, if there are too many quarrels, the heart will be out of balance.

Only then did the obsequious mistress take advantage of the loophole.

It's just that Ji Zheng only figured it out in the past two months.

That mistress was able to betray her best friend and be a mistress for many years, just to become a superstar.

After Ji Zheng loses power, she will definitely turn around and fall in love with other men.

At the beginning, he let go of his wife and son, got involved with the third son, and raised his daughter for the third son, he really deserved it.

"Qiu'er, I have been foolish for my father for most of my life, and I have suffered for you mother and son. Can you give me a chance to redeem my sins?"

Since Ji Tingqiu seized power and returned to Ji's house, Hua Anyue and her son have never seen each other again.

Ji Zheng accidentally heard that Hua Anyue's life was numbered, and he suffered from inner torment every day. Self-blame and guilt made him aged 20 years in one month.

"I can send you abroad and ask you to find that bitch. I heard that she found another foreigner with her own "capability."

Ji Tingqiu was not in the mood to watch his performance, so he slammed the door and left indifferently.

When he recovered from the memories, he saw his mother's decisive eyes.

See you or see you.

Can a sentence of sorry offset the guilt of the perpetrator?

It's more like an insult to the person who got hurt!

Only being punished is true redemption!

How could Ji Zheng atone for her sins with peace of mind, her mother had suffered so much and wanted to die with hatred!

He dismissed the idea of ​​persuading his mother.

The mother and son looked absent-minded, but Cong Rong caught a trace of sadness from it.

She felt that Aunt Yue still didn't let go, and if she really let go, she wouldn't have such eyes.

"Mom, Ting Qiu bought me a car this afternoon. Let's go practice driving for a while. When I can go on the road, I can come back early to accompany you after get off work."

After she finished speaking, she glanced at Ji Tingqiu and made a lip-synch.

Hua Anyue smiled and waved her hands, telling them to be careful on the road.

The two walked out of the living room holding hands side by side, and did not let go until they reached the gate.

"what's up?"

Ji Tingqiu leaned his upper body halfway, leaned his back against the car door and looked at Cong Rong.

His eyes didn't seem so cold, Cong Rong breathed a sigh of relief and planned to tell him what happened at the dinner table just now.

"Is Aunt Yue's body..."

She had just opened her mouth when she heard someone calling her name behind her.

Cong Rong raised her head when she heard the sound, and when she glanced over Ji Tingqiu's face, she noticed that his eyes suddenly became gloomy and frightening.