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

"Why? Aren't you ashamed that a big man bullied me and a woman in broad daylight? Boss, you came at the right time and they insisted on staying here to waste our big client's time." Chen Panpan found a supporter and bent his neck.

"you shut up!"

"President Ji, I'm sorry, I quit her immediately!"

Zhang Feng was running all the way to the man's side, wiping his sweat. He kept making bows with his hands, his face pale.

Even if he had ten guts, he would not dare to offend the newly appointed president of the Ji family.

"Ji...Mr. Ji..."

Chen Panpan froze in place, then this woman is...

"Punish you for one month's salary and get out of here after handing over the work!" Zhang Feng yelled at Chen Panpan.

"Sent to administrative detention for seven days or compensated for medical losses of [-] yuan, you choose one!"

Ji Tingqiu said casually, his eyes were fixed on Cong Rong whose back was facing him.

"Ji...has nothing to do with me, I came here with my husband to try on the wedding dress, hehe, goodbye cousin!"

Being shot by Ji Tingqiu's sharp eyes, Rong Jingxian was instantly frightened into slurring her speech.

Cong Rong held on to the area around the wound and gasped in pain. When she raised her head, she regretted the words as soon as she spoke.

"You...you came together."

She lowered her eyelids, hiding the emotion in her eyes.

For some reason, the moment she heard Ji Tingqiu's voice, a trace of grievance suddenly surged in her heart.

These grievances were instantly wiped out the second he saw Qi Yu.

"Hey, Cong Rong, just now I have something to trouble Ting Qiu to accompany me out, I heard that you want to try on the wedding dress, so I didn't invite you, you don't mind."

Qi Yu hugged Ji Tingqiu's arm affectionately, smiling harmlessly like a flower.

"Oh, it's understandable that Ms. Qi is handicapped and needs to be fed. Boss, where should we go to shoot?" Cong Rong smiled politely at Zhang Feng.

"Here, Mr. Ji, who are we marrying? Bah, bah, who are we trying on the wedding dress for?"

Zhang Feng was stunned for the first time. He felt that his 5.3 eyesight was useless.

His eyes shuttled back and forth between the three for a minute, but he still missed the key object.

"Boss Zhang, you are so forgetful. I accompanied my second elder brother and second sister-in-law when they got married. Don't you know me? Of course it was to try on the wedding dress for Miss Cong Rong."

Qi Yu reminded Zhang Feng with a timely smile, like a hostess controlling the audience.

"Cong Rong, I can give you some advice. After all, my vision has always been very close to Ting Qiu's taste. Right, Ting Qiu, let's go to the rest area and wait for her first."

Qi Yu tightly held the man's arm and walked towards the rest area.

After a few steps, she turned her head and gave Cong Rong a meaningful look, with a small smile on her lips.

"Uh, young lady, please come this way, let's try on the wedding dress first..."

Zhang Feng bowed slightly and pointed out the direction of the fitting room for Cong Rong.

Catering to big clients in this business, Zhang Feng is used to women's vanity fairs.

But he had an inexplicable fondness for Cong Rong.

The coldness in her bones is so natural, it's really amazing.

Ten minutes later, Cong Rong pulled the opening curtain and came out.

"You...you don't move, young lady, can I take some photos of you and send them to my teacher?" Zhang Feng stammered, his eyes were a little watery when he was excited.

"Young Madam, do you know that this wedding dress is the only one in the world, and it will be airlifted here this year when it is on tour in China.

You are the person I have seen so far who can best wear the design concept of this wedding dress, oh..."

Zhang Feng was so excited that he took out a handkerchief from his trouser pocket and wiped a few tears.

This wedding dress came from his teacher Bruce Fairman who is far away in the UK, and he is the queen designer of the British royal family.

Every piece of lace petals on the wedding dress was sewed by Fehrman himself, and they were lifelike, as if they were white roses blooming naturally on Cong Rong's cold and white skin, pure but not flattering.

"Absolutely, it's absolutely amazing. Young Madam, let's show Ji Shao."

Zhang Feng carefully lifted the hem of the skirt for her, with his chin raised, he was extremely proud that he had found the most perfect owner for the wedding dress.

Cong Rong's skin turned pink after being praised by him, and his whole person looked even more exquisite.

Ji Tingqiu looked up when he heard the commotion, and the next second he saw Cong Rong, he stood up unconsciously.

The solemn and elegant wedding dress with a classic court silhouette perfectly outlines Cong Rong's slender waist, which is so graceful and sacred that no one dares to offend.The delicate lace gauze exudes a cool and seductive mysterious temperament all over her body.

Ji Tingqiu couldn't help but be fascinated by watching.

Qi Yu on the side was holding the phone tightly, the strong jealousy in his eyes almost overflowed.

"Cong Rong, you look really beautiful in this dress, I want to try it too, if it fits well, I'll buy it."

"Miss Qi, don't joke with me. I know you can afford it, but this is my teacher's family heirloom. It is only on tour around the world and not for sale. I will give it to you from our teacher another day." If you dig a heavy-duty one, it will be more suitable for your top-notch figure."

Zhang Feng's eyeballs rolled rapidly, he had to coax Qi Yu without ruining the most perfect work.

"I've already found the most suitable owner for it, you really don't deserve it."

He rolled his eyes inwardly.

"Cough~ Just this one, bring it to Zhang Feng at the wedding the day after tomorrow, don't make any trouble."

Ji Tingqiu noticed that his eyes were out of control and felt annoyed.

"Tingqiu, my head hurts a little. The air conditioner here is too cold, please take me back to the hotel first." Qi Yu lay on Ji Tingqiu's shoulder with a weak look.

Her heart has already gone crazy,

"Cong Rong, I don't care about people who are dying, do you deserve to wear this wedding dress, let's wait and see!"

After the two left, Cong Rong relaxed a lot.

She asked Zhang Feng to take a few photos of herself and show it to Hua Anyue at the hospital.

"Young Madam, I'll make an appointment with you another day, so you must remember to show your respect." Zhang Feng said goodbye to her reluctantly.

Neither of them noticed the look of hatred on the corner of the street.

Cong Rong didn't drive and had to take the subway to the hospital.

She felt that the little guy in her stomach was already hungry, so she took out her mobile phone to check if there was a restaurant nearby, so she could pack lunch for Aunt Yue.

At this time, a call was inserted on the screen of the mobile phone, which was an unfamiliar number.

"Hello, are you Miss Cong Rong? Can I spare you a few minutes, I'm at the tea restaurant across the road."

There was an old voice on the other end of the phone, and Cong Rong had never had contact with this person in his memory.

Just as she was about to hang up the phone, the old man on the other side of the phone said something hastily.

Cong Rong frowned slightly upon hearing this.

"Okay, I'll go!"

On the other end of the phone, Ji Zheng made another call and hung up after explaining a few words.

The wrinkles on his cheeks disappeared quickly after a slight tug.

"Is Cong Rong right? Hello, I'm Hua Anyue's husband. Just call me Uncle Ji." Ji Zheng smiled kindly and brought a cup of tea to Cong Rong's table.

"Thank you! Uncle, what do you want from me?" Cong Rong just nodded and asked straight to the point.

She has already witnessed the harm Ji Zheng caused to Hua Anyue's mother and child, and she has no affection for this kind-looking old man.

"I want to attend your wedding as Ting Qiu's father."

"I'm sorry I can't do it, I have no right to interfere in this matter."

Cong Rong rejected Ji Zheng's request in the next second.

She is really not qualified to talk about forgiveness for the victim.

"A few days ago, Aunt Yue had told Ting Qiu verbally that she didn't want to see you appear at the wedding. I'm sorry Uncle, I'm powerless!" Cong Rong got up to leave after speaking, but eating was more important.

"You take the money, count me as an old man, please, I just want to apologize to her personally, and I don't want to keep regrets between yin and yang."

Ji Zheng took out a filled check and pushed it to Cong Rong's desk.

"I'm sorry, I don't deserve this money, and I won't accept it!"

"I only respect Aunt Yue's thoughts, and I have no right to make decisions for her."

Cong Rong's sixth sense reminded her that sitting face to face with Ji Zheng was very uncomfortable, it was psychological discomfort, she had to leave quickly.

Hearing this, Ji Zheng just shrugged and didn't say much.Not long after Cong Rong left, he took out his mobile phone,

"Have you taken a picture, send it to me."

There was a chilling smile on his face, the kind of skinny smile.