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

"Tong Ran, let me tell you, if you dare to get married, I will snatch you back. Do you hear that you are not allowed to get married? I don't agree. You are a deserter and you promised not to give up. Why do you do this!"

Feng Yue roared heartbreakingly into the microphone.

Veins popped up on his forehead due to excitement, tears welled up uncontrollably in his eyes, and his face showed signs of fatigue.

"Well, actually I volunteered. After I met Meng Ke, I knew that there was no hope of marrying you, so I had to find a way out for myself quickly. Please don't disturb my life again. It's been six years. , I have woken up from my dream..."

Tong Ran immediately hung up the phone without waiting for his reply.

Listening to the cold busy tone, Feng Yue froze on the spot for a long time, "Lao Ji, Cong Rong, did you hear it? She is getting married, haha... voluntarily... she has found a way out."

Feng Yue, as if his soul had been taken away, mechanically repeated what Tong Ran had just said.

"What she said was angry. You know what Tong Ran is like. How could she get close to you just for money? If you believe it, Feng Yue, then I will be disappointed in you." Cong Rong defended Tong Ran anxiously.

"I'll go to Yangcheng tomorrow morning. You guys should go to bed early..."

Feng Yue was upset. He took out a cigarette and was about to light it when he realized that Cong Rong had just been discharged from the hospital and put out the cigarette butt.

He muttered a few words and strode away with a sullen face.

"Tingqiu, is it dangerous for him to drive through the night with his emotions tonight? Can you please advise him?" Cong Rong turned back and took Ji Tingqiu's arm and shook it.

Seeing the anxiety that could not be concealed in her eyes, Ji Tingqiu couldn't help but suddenly picked her up and walked upstairs.

"The matter between the two of them is not something I can resolve with just a few words of worry. It's better for you to worry about yourself than to worry about them."

This woman is short-sighted and has many worries. If she continues like this, not only will her blood be weak, but her spirit will also be broken.

His body was suddenly suspended in the air. Cong Rong subconsciously hugged the man's broad shoulders and said, "Why are you holding me? I can walk on my own. Put me down quickly."

Niujia Village at night,

The smell of tobacco and alcohol filled the banquet. They talked about getting married, having children, having a second child... just like talking about a breeding product on the shelf. Tongran looked at the half-eaten plate of cold dishes in front of the table, lost in thought.

Until most of the dishes are served,

The village chief's wife, the woman she wanted to call Grandma Six, hurriedly took off her apron and sat at the table. It seemed that she would be the one busy in the kitchen from now on.

"Tong Ran, when we get married, we will hire a part-time aunt. I will prepare breakfast and leave the rest to the aunt. I have sworn that if I, Feng Yue, are here for one day, you will no longer have to endure the hardships of life..."

The late spring evening wind was still very strong, blowing the window with a buzzing sound. She was attracted by the sound of the wind and raised her head in a daze.

In the dark night, under the moonlight, the branches of the old trees in the yard are reflected on the glass and dance aimlessly in the wind.

It was as if she had struggled desperately throughout her life,

But I have never been qualified to decide what to live like.

Perhaps, the moment she was born, her mutilated body had destined her to be mutilated throughout her life.

Tong Ran murmured the name that haunted him in her heart, her eyes were sore and she didn't dare to shed tears.

"Feng Yue, goodbye..."

Friday afternoon, the sun sets.

After the last professional class ended, the teaching building of the Department of Economics and Management of C University was finally quiet, except for the faint sound of an impatient middle-aged female voice coming from the counselor's office.

"Tong Ran, you did not pass the scholarship review this semester, so you are not included in the list posted by the department. It is not a mistake." The middle-aged woman lowered her head and scanned the information, and her thin silver-rimmed glasses slipped a few points.

Seeing that the girl opposite didn't respond for a long time, Xu Li pushed up her glasses irritably and looked up, with a hint of scrutiny in her eyes.

"According to the school, the organization contacted your village committee to verify whether the situation of poor families is true, but the village secretary denied it and sent pictures back to the school. Come and see for yourself." She threw a piece of paper towards the girl and said coldly Said coldly.

Tong Ran saw something strange in the counselor's attitude, and she quickly squatted down to pick up the paper on the ground and check it.

The photo shows a brand-new Chinese-style courtyard house with brightly painted vermilion anti-theft doors. No one would believe that a family with this decoration style is struggling on the poverty line.

But this is not her home, it is next door.

The person who took the photo deliberately blurred the dilapidated bungalow next to the courtyard.

She had always been smart, and she could vaguely guess who was behind it, forcing her to drop out of school.

"Teacher, I would like to take leave and go home during the weekend." Rong Zhixuan took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly.

She understands that it is useless to say more now. The end of the month is the last round of announcements, and maybe she still has time to save it.

"Tong, you have already received a scholarship. In fact, the scholarship can be reserved for students with more difficulties." Xu Li grabbed the ballpoint pen on the table with a look of disdain and signed a note.

The girl lowered her head, her long eyelashes covering the emotions in her eyes, and ignored the teacher's unfriendly gaze. She took the leave note and ran towards the station.

As dusk fell, Tong Ran finally got on the intercity express home after tossing and turning.

After an hour of turbulence, she returned to Qingshan Fishing Village.

"Creak..." She pushed open the rusty iron door and clenched her fists. The blood vessels on the back of her white hands were clearly visible.

"Dad, when the school investigated the family's difficulties, the village chief deliberately did not tell the truth, and my scholarship was not evaluated. Can you accompany me to the village chief's house later to find out the reason." Looking at the man in front of the dinner table, his back bent and drinking alone. Father, most of Tong Ran's anger has been reduced.

Her nose was sore, and her eyes were slightly red with a hint of distress.

"Dad, this is the last scholarship selection. I don't want you to work too hard. 4000 yuan is your and grandma's living expenses for most of the year. I could have saved it for you." Rong Zhixuan sat across the dining table and said softly.

Father and daughter have been dependent on each other for more than ten years. She understands her father's temper best, he is both good-looking and too honest, which is why she lives like this.

"Dad, save this money and let's renovate our home. When I graduate next year and make money, our lives will definitely get better. We can't be worse than my uncle's house, right?"

As Tong Ran said this, she walked up to Tong Anguo and gently squeezed his shoulders.

After two ounces of white wine, Tong Anguo's face was already half drunk. He had been tricked by his own brothers over the years. His father's homestead was defrauded, but his mother gave it to him to support him in his old age.

Looking at the cheapest vat of wine in front of me.The resentment that Tan Zhiqiang had accumulated in his heart for many years erupted like a volcano.

"Let's go, my daughter is right. My daughter, Tong Anguo, is the first key university student in the village. My daughter will be successful in the future. Who dares to look down on us? You must read this book!" The wine glass was knocked down heavily. , a puddle of white wine splashed on the old wooden dining table...

The bright moon flickers behind the thin clouds, and the beach at night is quiet only the sound of the waves.

The sea breeze came out in front of her, and her long and soft hair flew in the wind, sometimes hitting her slightly swollen cheeks and causing a slight sting.

She looked at the endless deep sea in front of her, with tears in the corners of her eyes. She underestimated the disgust of the village chief's family and overestimated her father.