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

Niu Junfeng's eyes were full of jealousy and resentment. He put his face in front of Tong Ran and said fiercely.

"You didn't let me touch you, but you let him hug you and kiss you. Tongran, I like you, but you can't treat me like a fool. I take back what I said before, every night from tonight He will sleep with you until you forget about him."

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed Tong Ran's thigh, wanting to make further progress.

"Tongran, I have been waiting for you for ten years, and now you are my wife. It is natural for us to sleep together."

Controlled by his big hands, Tong Ran couldn't move and could only plead,

"No, no, don't touch me. You said you would give me time. Junfeng, you can't do this."

"Shut up, my patience has its limit. You pretend to be innocent but let that surname get you. The cuckold on my head has already been half a foot high. You must conceive a child for me today!"

As Niu Junfeng spoke, the strength in his hand suddenly increased, and the buttons of Tong Ran's shirt had fallen off and disappeared.

"Please, no, don't touch me."

She desperately pulled at the last fig leaf on her body, tears blurring her vision.

I've known for a long time that this day would come,

I thought I was ready.

But at this moment, feeling another man's hands roaming her body was extremely disgusting.

stab~

When the last piece of fabric was roughly torn off by the man pressing on her, Tong Ran's eyes suddenly filled with anger as she listened to his rude words.

Feng Yue's six years of gentle care and forbearance turned into this man's vulgar humiliation.

She didn't know where she got the courage to touch the scissors in the bamboo basket beside the bed.

"Don't move! If you move again, I'll stab myself to death with a pair of scissors." She pointed the scissors at her throat, feeling desperate.

She was ultimately naive in choosing to get married to escape her problems.

Having skin-to-skin contact with someone she doesn't love is more uncomfortable than dying. This kind of life will make her so depressed that she can't breathe, let alone a month, even a week...

Tong Ran was recalling her escape from the tiger's mouth last night, when her thoughts were interrupted by the vibration of her cell phone, which was a text message from Feng Yue.

Her heart was suddenly tightly grasped, and she would burst into tears when she saw the name in the note. After taking a deep breath, Tong Ran opened the text message tremblingly,

"I'm relieved if he treats you well. If there's something going on at home, I'll go back first. But, Tong Ran, remember, if he dares to lay a finger on you, tell me immediately and I will take you away."

Tears poured down heavily on the phone screen until the text on the phone was overlaid and blurred and could not be seen clearly. Tong Ran cried and laughed.

"Feng Yue, see you in the next life."

As I cried, a nauseating feeling surged from my stomach and went straight to my throat.

She lay on the edge of the sink and retched violently.

Tong Ran attributed all this to the fact that the stomach is an emotional organ, and she only felt nauseated when she was too sad.

It was past ten o'clock in the morning, and the sun was getting hotter. She sat with her bare feet on the ground with her back against the end of the bed. Her cold body was shrouded in the sunlight, but she couldn't feel any warmth...

In the capital, when Cong Rong went downstairs to have breakfast, Mr. Rui, Rui Shuyan and Qin Huaian and his wife had already begun to take their seats.

"Grandpa, uncle, aunt, morning." Cong Rong shouted obediently.

Mr. Rui nodded and said lovingly, "Come, Rong'er, sit here. Grandpa has something to discuss with you."

As he spoke, he patted the empty seat next to him and motioned for Cong Rong to sit there.

Hearing this, Cong Rong looked at Qin Huaian and Rui Shuyan. They all had smiles on their faces, except Wang Yaping who looked cold and unfamiliar with her.

Cong Rong didn't take it seriously. Anyway, he was someone who had no blood relationship with the Rui family.

Just be nice to her, and if she's not nice, just pretend you didn't see it.

"Why is it so mysterious, grandpa?" Cong Rong took a bite of bread and looked at Mr. Rui.

It seems that there is a big happy event.

"Grandpa plans to announce your identity when he holds a birthday party for his two children next week. Your mother has not recovered her memory yet. Please wait a moment." Mr. Rui said slowly.

"Actually, it doesn't matter to me whether it's public or not. When I was in prison, I also thought about sitting together with my family and having a family reunion. But at that time, I thought it would be in the next life. Now I am really satisfied and don't need those ceremonies. My only regret is that I lost my father."

Cong Rong smiled and comforted Mr. Rui, but couldn't help but shed tears when he mentioned his father Rong Sheng.

Seeing her sensible look, Mr. Rui felt even more distressed.

Some people have no desires and demands because all they want is satisfied, but she has too much to lose and doesn't dare to ask for extravagant things.

He lost his parents when he was just an adult, and then was plotted by his vicious family to drop out of school and be thrown into prison.

Mr. Rui felt scared just thinking about it.

How helpless and desperate Cong Rong must have been after truly experiencing this incident was beyond his psychological ability.

"Son, grandpa owes you this. Just treat it like a family banquet. Only by promising grandpa can you have less regrets. Otherwise, I won't be able to forgive myself until the day I die."

"By the way, don't worry about this. Just go through the formalities with your children. If you have any friends, you can invite them to participate. Grandpa would like to thank them for helping you when you were in trouble."

Mr. Rui waved his hands and made up his mind.

Cong Rong didn't want to offend his elders and had no choice but to agree.

Everyone at the table happily chatted about home-cooked breakfasts, but Wang Yaping was the only one who was restless throughout the meal and would get distracted from time to time.

She was looking for an opportunity to let Qi Yu go, so that she could continue to disturb Cong Rong and Ji Tingqiu, who were unable to settle down in the capital.

Now the day of the family recognition banquet seems to be the only opportunity to take advantage of the chaos and let people go.

"Yaping, what's wrong with you? The soy milk is spilled on the table." While chatting and laughing, Qin Huaian asked with concern, noting his wife's absent-minded appearance.

"Oh, it's nothing. I'm a little dizzy because I didn't sleep well last night. Go to sleep." Wang Yaping replied guiltily.

Looking in the direction of the couple, Cong Rong met Wang Yaping's eyes inadvertently.

Inexplicably, Cong Rong saw a hint of panic in her avoiding eyes, but Cong Rong didn't think about it.

"She just doesn't like the sudden addition of someone to the family. She doesn't have any interests entangled with her, so she won't become enemies." Cong Rong thought about this and turned the page.

An hour later, Ji Tingqiu returned to Rui's house,

"Let's go, I heard the old man said that he will hold a family dinner for you and your daughter, and take you to buy some clothes and dresses. Huayue and Huayu will save money, that boy has cleared out several years of inventory for others."

"I'm fine with the clothes I'm wearing now. I don't want to stand out too much." Cong Rong shook her head and refused.

What she likes most now is to be alone, and she doesn't like the excitement of seeking flattery.

I always feel like there is nothing to arouse my interest.

Ji Tingqiu walked up to her and stroked the broken hair from her forehead and said slowly, "On the way to the kindergarten, the sisters said that there were children in the class who said they were country bumpkins from out of town. They seemed to have a knot in their hearts. Do you want to help? Help them?"

Hearing what he said, Cong Rong's apricot eyes suddenly became filled with anger.

"Why are children nowadays so obsessed with comparison? Parents don't know how to guide them, so they go to kindergarten."

As she spoke, she stood up, rolled up her sleeves, walked to the cloakroom, and opened the door with a bang.

"The little skirts Ji Linyuan bought are all limited edition. I don't want to wear them to school and waste them. Come on, help me choose the most beautiful ones. It's so unreasonable to wear [-], [-], [-] pieces in one night to poke the eyes of those brats. .”

Just do it, Cong Rong muttered and started matching.

Ji Tingqiu knew that his goal had been achieved, and he raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"You can call Tong Ran over. That phone call sounded a little... uh... something was wrong." He hesitated.