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

Cong Rong was surrounded by a tall figure.

That man is none other than Ji Tingqiu.

From a distance of more than 50 meters, Jingze still felt that Ji Tingqiu's eyes were provoking him.

His sharp black eyes showed a strong warning color of declaring ownership.

"If you can't protect her, stay away!"

Ji Tingqiu said with a serious expression, and suddenly raised his left hand to pinch Cong Rong's neck from behind.

Cong Rong was stunned by the sudden movement.

She felt her lips were blocked by him forcefully, and all her breath seemed to be taken away in an instant.

"Hmm~"

Cong Rong struggled in a panic, twisted her body, and put her hands on Ji Tingqiu's chest to prevent his fiery breath from further attacking.

Resistance is ineffective!

Struggling is useless!

Ji Tingqiu easily held her small head in front of her eyes with the strength of one arm.

He domineeringly blocked all escape routes for the woman in his arms.

His kiss was still going on, and his eyes were still looking at Jingze who had witnessed all this outside the wall.

The sound of rapid panting and sucking of lips intertwined and wrapped came intermittently from the handset of the mobile phone.

Jing Ze's pupils shrank suddenly, and his clenched hands were weakly released after two seconds.

beep~

There was a rush of busy sounds.

Ji Tingqiu hung up the phone domineeringly, and walked into the house with Cong Rong in his arms.

Cong Rong didn't expect Ji Tingqiu to be so perverted that he would do this kind of thing with her in front of Jingze.

There is a feeling of running naked in broad daylight.

With tears in her eyes of shame, she glanced back in the direction of the balcony.

A few minutes later, the lonely figure outside the wall turned and left.

Cong Rong felt her heart constrict, and the unspeakable pain rose from her heart to her throat.

She never thought of hurting Jingze in this way.

"Why, you can't bear to miss your old friend, Cong Rong, you really are a lowly son, you still want to post back when you're like this!"

It was only after Ji Tingqiu turned on the light that Cong Rong's face was covered with tears, as if he had been greatly wronged.

There was an inexplicable burst of anger in his chest.

砰

The bedroom door was kicked open by the man, and the sound of heavy footsteps gradually spread downstairs.

Cong Rong caressed her slightly red and swollen lips, the constant numbness and pain around her mouth reminded her of the beast-like plunder of the man just now.

Her heart skipped a few beats.

This feeling of being imprisoned and domineering made her very sure,

The man in the lighthouse might be Ji Tingqiu!

downstairs living room,

Ji Tingqiu held the cigarette between his fingers, and his eyebrows were hidden in the smoke rising from his fingertips.

The fire light became weaker and weaker, but the restlessness in his heart still couldn't be shaken away.

The woman's tenderness, struggle, and sobs reappeared in her mind over and over again.

This familiar feeling reminded him of a person.

A special soldier, he is not only agile, but also has many times stronger senses than ordinary people.

Cong Rong gave him the feeling of deja vu.

Could there be such a coincidence in the world?

Ji Tingqiu considers himself a staunch materialist, but he still can't believe it.

He planned to go to Feng Yue tomorrow and ask about the results of the investigation.

Who is that cold and broken woman?

Ji Tingqiu hasn't figured out what to do after finding her.

He also couldn't explain why he had to find a prostitute in the vast crowd.

When Ji Tingqiu returned to the bedroom with a pot of potion, the room was completely dark again.

Cong Rong curled up beside the bed, the graceful curves outlined by the hazy moonlight falling on her body were undulating and continuous.

He walked around gently to the side of the bed and took off all her coverings.

A pair of big hands moved around his body, Cong Rong mistakenly thought that he had returned to the lighthouse in his sleep.

A sense of grievance also surged up, she sobbed and talked in sleep,

"Woo... why don't you want us, you bastard, why!"

Suddenly, the feeling of the waist changed from vague to real, and Cong Rong woke up suddenly.

"Don't move, just lie down obediently if you want to leave no scars!"

The man looked at her with black lines on his face, painfully enduring the restlessness in his lower abdomen.

Cong Rong blushed and had nowhere to hide, but closed her eyes.

Cong Rong couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat as he wondered if Ji Tingqiu heard what she was talking in her sleep.

The big callused hands rubbed her skin, not letting go of every hidden corner, and Cong Rong's body was suffering from trembling.

An hour can be said to be long or not, but it is quite painful to say that it is short.

After applying the potion, Ji Tingqiu got up suddenly with a dark face and went to the bathroom.

The sound of water in the bathroom didn't stop until Cong Rong closed his eyes.

A week later, Cong Rong drove to the hospital for an obstetric examination.

During the three days that Ji Tingqiu "imprisoned" her, he moved his office to his study.

After the two of them had dinner, they practiced driving at the entrance of the villa.

Before going to bed, she opened herself in front of him as usual and let Ji Tingqiu apply medicine to him.

For a whole week, Cong Rong was as tired as a dog, and the quality of insomnia was extremely poor.

She was afraid that talking in her sleep would arouse Ji Tingqiu's suspicion.

Fortunately, starting today she left the Demon's Den, Ji Tingqiu allowed her to drive to and from get off work.

But there is one condition, no entanglement with Jingze is allowed.

"It's all about the fetal heart rate, normal supplementation of folic acid and regular check-ups will do, next one!"

The doctor glanced at the back of the report card and called the next one expressionlessly,

Cong Rong's heart that had been hanging for a week was finally relieved.

After the obstetric examination, she drove an eye-catching white big G to the top-floor ward where Hua Anyue was.

The moment the elevator door opened, she saw a familiar figure again.

It's Qi Yu!

The last time I came to visit Hua Anyue was also this figure, and Ji Tingqiu and Qi Yu bumped into her and Jing Ze in the park after that.

That time, Cong Rong was almost raped by gangsters in the alley.

Could it be that Qi Yu was following her?

"Hey, Cong Rong, it's really kind of you to visit your aunt. I thank you on Ting Qiu's behalf."

Qi Yu took the initiative to say hello very generously.

Cong Rong just nodded.

Every time she met with Qi Yu, she felt very uncomfortable.

Women's sixth sense has always been very accurate, and Cong Rong always felt that Qi Yu's eyes were always full of hostility when looking at her.

It has nothing to do with the curvature of her lips.

A week ago at the hospital, Qi Yu deliberately dismissed Ji Tingqiu and gave her a verbal warning.

At this moment, Cong Rong felt ashamed of her generous performance.

Just as she was about to push the door open, Qi Yu grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the stairwell.

"What are you doing? Let go of me!"

"Cong Rong, don't you still have fantasies about Ting Qiu? Do you dare to make a bet with me!"

Qi Yu's hand happened to hold Cong Rong's injured wrist.

That place was worn out by the iron ring and dripped with wax by Rong Jingxian.

Cong Rong felt the wound under the clothes tear open instantly, Qi Yu's diamond-encrusted manicure scratched her wound from time to time, and she frowned in pain.

"You let me go!"

Qi Yu caught her expression, and the palm of her wrist tightened.

"Cong Rong, I just want to be friends with you and live in peace. I know that the relationship between you and your aunt is incomparable to me. I just hope that my aunt can go away with peace of mind. I'm content with seeing her at the door. You don't even have this Don't give me a chance?"

Qi Yu suddenly choked up.

"Go away, I told you to get out of the way!"

Warm and sticky liquid flowed out of the wound, and Cong Rong yelled at Qi Yu with a fierce expression in pain.

Ah ~

Qi Yu suddenly let go of his hand and rolled to the bottom of the steps with an unsteady center of gravity. The screams resounded throughout the escape route.

"Cong Rong!"

Ji Tingqiu's loud shout came from the gate of the safe passage.