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

Uncle Zhang glanced at Jing Yunkang through the rearview mirror and found that his master was a little strange tonight.

In the past, whenever he had a conflict with the young master, he would keep yelling and blaming each other until he was done with it.

But now,

His expression was obviously very bad, but he kept his mouth tightly closed and was unwilling to say more.

Uncle Zhang originally wanted to ask Jing Yunkang but he didn't wait for the young master.

After all, Jingze still needs to be in a wheelchair to be safe, but now, he doesn't dare to speak.

Just outside the expressway is the coastline.

In the dark night, the waves roll over the white flowers and attack the shore, slapping heavily, receding, then moving forward, slapping!

Looking at the boundless night view outside the car window, Jing Yunkang's eyes became darker and darker. He put his hands on his legs and gradually tightened his strength until his neat trousers were caught in wrinkles.

Rather than admitting his mistake and losing everything, he would rather make the mistake to the end.

After all, he has lost enough now.

Half an hour later, when Uncle Zhang drove the car outside the gate of Ji's house, a commercial vehicle was parked outside Ji's house.

The Ji family's servants and bodyguards were helping to carry something.

Jing Yunkang was leaning on the back of the seat with a rather unconcerned expression. He had already made up his mind.

A person who has died once can only be considered a bad luck if he dies again.

When his eyes saw the woman getting out of the car, he suddenly sat upright, his eyes shining with incredible light.

"Cong Manxi...it's been ten years. Ten years later, you are still the same as before, with almost no trace of time."

The woman who got off the car had a cold temperament very similar to Cong Rong's back and profile. Her curly black hair was tied into an elegant bun and pinned behind her head with a wooden hairpin.

The woman was wearing a slim-fitting knitted sweater and a dark green skirt, with slender and tight calves on stiletto heels.

Every step seemed to step on Jing Yunkang's heart.

His heartstrings were suddenly plucked, and an inexplicable possessive desire grew in his heart.

Twenty years ago, he met Cong Manxi for the first time at a dinner party.

Among the many guests and family members, she is like a daffodil, her faint presence makes people unable to take their eyes away.

Cong Manxi looked indifferent and distant most of the time and rarely spoke.

She would obediently hold Rong Sheng's arm and toast with him, listen to him chatting with other people, smile at the right time, and smile politely, neither deliberately nor intentionally.

Jing Yunkang still remembers,

One second she was nodding to him with a cold expression, and the next second she saw Rong Sheng, her eyes suddenly became filled with color, filled with joy and admiration.

This was a great humiliation, unwillingness and frustration for him, who was so high-spirited and dominant in the shopping mall.

So he went crazy and embarked on a road of no return,

But in the end, he still didn't get a single hair from Cong Manxi.

The memories were like a flood, which made him sigh with emotion. Then he subconsciously looked at the rearview mirror in the center of the vehicle.

Twenty years!

There are already fine white hairs on his temples, but Cong Manxi has an ageless appearance.

"Master... is that Mr. Rong's wife? Isn't she dead... dead?" Uncle Zhang followed his gaze towards the door of Ji's house and couldn't help exclaiming.

This sight scared him so much that he almost lost his breath.

He looked again and again, rubbed his eyes, and finally confirmed that Cong Manxi was really standing there and alive.

Her appearance and figure are almost the same as before, and her temperament is still as outstanding.

"Uncle Zhang, you saw it too... I thought I saw a ghost in the middle of the night. Do you think I should go down and say hello?"

Jing Yunkang's eyes followed Cong Manxi and couldn't move his eyes away.

There was a desire to be amazed in his eyes, as well as a guilty conscience that he had done something wrong.

He couldn't make up his mind whether to kill her or keep her.

Uncle Zhang finally understood why he looked weird, but he just thought it was an old friend who was feeling sad.

"Master, something happened to the couple back then, and the Jing family almost went bankrupt. I know that you have always been worried about Miss Cong Rong, and you feel unworthy of the trust you entrusted to the couple. But after the incident has passed, you will always have to fight when we meet again. Say hello, Miss Cong Rong and the young master seem to have a very good relationship."

"Yeah, it's pretty good..." Jing Yunkang repeated unconsciously.

If Aze knew that his father, who had always been intimidating and arrogant, was the beginning of his and Cong Rong's misfortune,

Will they still be fine?

Perhaps it was because the car had been listening to the car in front of Ji's house for too long that it aroused Cong Manxi's idea.

She glanced at it accidentally,

He happened to be looking at Jing Yunkang through a glass.

Jing Yunkang tightened his grip on his thighs, and his heart suddenly rose to his throat.

Just when he was about to run away, Cong Manxi looked away from him, as if he didn't recognize him.

Jing Yunkang was confused and couldn't figure out why.

He comforted himself in his mind, maybe because the car accident was perfectly planned, or maybe he had specifically asked the killer to disguise himself as the owner of the car that was hit and cause trouble.

At this time, a burst of voices came. Cong Manxi was staring at the housekeeper and bodyguard very nervously. They saw only one person being lifted out of the car, a man wearing a hospital gown.

Judging from the nervous look in Cong Manxi's eyes, the man who was carried out must be very important to her.

"Uncle Zhang, go down and ask if there is anything you can do to help. See if she still recognizes you. Also, try to find out who is lying there?"

After having this idea, Jing Yunkang rolled down the car window and observed the woman not far away.

"Mrs. Rong, our master asked you if you need my help?" Uncle Zhang stepped forward and asked.

"No, thank you, two people are enough." Cong Manxi looked back in the direction of Jing Yunkang and bowed slightly to express her gratitude, then followed the housekeeper and bodyguard into Ji's house.

Uncle Zhang ran over as if he had discovered a new world, and said with surprise and wonder,

"Master, this...she doesn't recognize me anymore."

"Go back to the Jing family." Jing Yunkang rolled up the car window and fell into deep thought...

Hospital emergency room.

The doctor has just injected Cong Rong with a hemostatic injection and anesthetic, and is now preparing for surgery to remove the shrapnel.

"Cong Rong... Cong Rong, can you hear me? Does it hurt?" Ji Tingqiu held her hand with worry in his eyes.

His marksmanship has always been very accurate.

He was absolutely sure that the shot would avoid the main artery.

But why was Cong Rong so serious? He was already in a coma when he arrived at the hospital.

At this time, the nurse came over and pulled him, "Family members, go and wait outside. The director is ready to start the operation right away."

Hearing this, Ji Tingqiu reluctantly stood up and watched the nurse push the bed to the emergency operating room.

Xiaoyu ran over huffing and puffing with the test sheet in hand.

"Chairman, my wife's examination report has come out. She is anemic herself, and this time it was too much, which is why it is so serious."

"Yeah." Ji Tingqiu responded uneasily.

Xiaoyu couldn't bear to see Ji Tingqiu's lonely look. She thought for a while and spoke to comfort him.

"Chairman, I know you were forced to shoot."