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

Only a white bath towel was wrapped around his whole body, his muscular chest could be seen at a glance, and the crystal water droplets were slowly flowing along the grooves of his well-defined abdominal muscles, making him look full of wildness.

Ji Tingqiu was originally full of annoyance, regretting that he lost control and asked her for money.

Seeing the way Cong Rong retracted her paws, he couldn't help but find it interesting.

"Are you afraid of this just because I took a bath?" Ji Tingqiu raised his lips playfully.

In the bathtub, Cong Rong was like a frightened little white rabbit, caring about going up and down, and he couldn't help but want to tease him because he didn't have enough hands.

The bed collapsed in the next second, and he stretched out his long arms to fish Cong Rong directly into the middle of the big bed.

"If you are not afraid of falling in the middle of the night and hurting those two little things in your stomach, you can continue to sleep beside you."

With a wave of his long arm angrily, he fished Cong Rong into the middle of the big bed.

Cong Rong's waist suddenly had a big strong hand and she was so nervous that she dared not move.

The familiar electric current revisited her whole body again, and she couldn't help moaning.

"Damn it, you just touched her, and you can't help but lose control."

Ji Tingqiu got up quickly and went into the bathroom, his body's primitive instincts were screaming, and it had been 10 minutes since the cold water completely extinguished the swelling.

He looked at himself in the mirror with deep doubts, the impulse towards Qi Yu that he could restrain had never seemed to work on Cong Rong.

My hands seem to be very familiar with that stunner-like body, as if I have explored it before.

When he returned to the bed, he still didn't hold back from wrapping around her slender waist.

The big hand rubbed the woman's lower abdomen repeatedly. This place had already conceived another man's child. His chest seemed to be tightened by a rope, which was not pleasant.

"Tomorrow morning, Mr. Fellman came to Qingcheng specially for you. I would like to ask you to do me a favor." His voice gradually became serious.

The cooperation with Fairman has not been smooth, which has become his heart disease. Now that he comes to China in person, he must seize this opportunity.

"help?"

Cong Rong was immersed in his gentle touch one second, and was poured a bucket of cold water the next second.

She tried her best to make herself look normal, but she was extremely uncomfortable in her heart.

It turned out that it was because he wanted to use her that he pretended to be so affectionate.

"Cong Rong, stop wishful thinking, how could he have feelings for you, everything is just pretending, just to let you obediently do things for him."

"What do I need to do?" Her voice was cool.

"Promoting the cooperation between Ji's and the British Ferrod Company, the investment invitation arrangement for the [-]th anniversary of Xinghe Plaza is for this purpose. I remember that your studio also participated in the bidding."

"Well, yes... I will try my best, but I can't guarantee the result."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, by the way, I want to ask you a question."

Ji Tingqiu suddenly propped up half of his body on his elbows, staring at her beautiful back curve, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

"what?"

Cong Rong's mood fell from the cloud to the bottom, and she kept her back to him lightly.

"Have you ever been to a lighthouse?"

The man's honest voice suddenly penetrated Cong Rong's body, and her body trembled in fear.

"No, I'm going to sleep first."

Cong Rong got under the quilt, moved her body to the side of the bed again, and she began to panic.

Have you found her, or are you just suspicious?

In the middle of the night, the lights of Wanjia have been extinguished, and in a rented house on the outskirts of Qingcheng, a woman is yelling with her arms around a man's neck.

"Mazi, I...I want Cong Rong to die...ah...she must die!"

Rong Jingxian gasped for air and pieced together a complete sentence.

On the day of the wedding, she was humiliated and divorced by her husband. Jing Ze told Mrs. Jing everything she had done, and she was kicked out of the house as a matter of course.

"Dirty slut, I thought you were cleaner than Cong Rong, but I didn't expect you to be a dirty bitch who was beaten to death. You are not worthy of stepping into the gate of our Jing family."

She has become the joke of the upper class in Qingcheng, and even Rong Hua disgusted her and asked her to come to the suburbs to avoid the limelight.

"My baby, don't talk for now, why don't you just enjoy it? Look at you, you can pinch water out of your skin and tender flesh. We haven't gotten out of bed since we met at noon. I still don't know what to do!"

The pockmarked body was sweating profusely while exercising, and after speaking, it was quite deep again.

"Ah~ you dead ghost, I'll be here with you for a month, as long as you kill Cong Rong for me, you can play as much as you want."

Rong Jingxian's years of emptiness were finally filled, and she frantically responded to the man's aggression.

"Cong Rong, I want you to live or die!"

In the dark night, her eyes were as terrifying as poisonous snakes, and her delicate face was covered with ferocity.

The next morning, at dawn, Cong Rong woke up with a fit of irritability when the phone kept vibrating.

"Hey, who is it!"

With her eyes closed, she took out her phone from under the pillow and asked angrily.

"Ting Qiu, I... how can you use his phone."

Qi Yu's weak voice became sharp immediately after hearing the voice on the other end of the phone.

"I'm sorry, I took the wrong phone." The unfriendly voice of the other party dispelled Cong Rong's sleepiness, and she realized that she had taken the wrong phone.

Last night Ji Tingqiu kept grabbing her waist, whenever she wanted to turn over and move away, he would grab her back into his arms.

Cong Rong's back was forced to stick tightly to his, and the embarrassment of being held still made her ears blush just thinking about it.

"Cong Rong, you are worthless!" She cursed inwardly.

"Your phone rang, and I accidentally picked it up in a daze. Here it is."

Cong Rong handed the phone to Ji Tingqiu and got up to get out of bed to wash.

Just as her toes touched the ground, a chilly feeling spread all over her body, and she was so frightened that she quickly wrapped herself back under the blanket.

"Where are my clothes?" She gestured to Ji Tingqiu.

"Hey, Qi Yu, what's the matter?"

As if he didn't hear it, Ji Tingqiu chatted with Qi Yu in a serious manner, but his eyes were always on the flustered woman.

Seeing that the watch was pointing to seven o'clock, Cong Rong had to go to the store to help Xiao Ya deal with the materials after the wedding.

Can't handle that much anymore!

She grabbed Ji Tingqiu's white shirt to wrap around her upper body, and rushed to the bathroom.Because she was very tall, the shirt could only cover Cong Rong's thighs a little bit, and the rays of light from the balcony shone on her milky white legs, Ji Tingqiu was stunned for two seconds.

"Ting Qiu, are you listening to me?" Qi Yu's aggrieved voice came from the receiver,

"Well, I see. At ten o'clock this morning, I will pick up Cong Rong and go to the company to meet Mr. Felman. You can come here anytime you want."

Ji Tingqiu hung up the phone in a hurry, and beat the pillow angrily.

Damn!

He had to throw off the quilt and rush to the bathroom.

On the other end of the phone, Qi Yu slammed the phone to the ground when he heard the cold busy tone.

Jealousy crawled up her chest like a winding snake, and her lips were bitten with blood in an instant.

"Ah...you put on your clothes!"

Cong Rong, who was washing her face, looked up in the mirror and saw Ji Tingqiu wearing only a pair of boxer briefs, and couldn't help crying out.Immediately afterwards, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the domineering man standing tall.

"My clothes are on you."

After Ji Tingqiu said angrily, he could only turn around and go to the guest room to wash off the desire that was about to burst forth.

After breakfast, Cong Rong went to Xiao Ya's studio first.

The wedding is over, her dream is also over, and every day that follows is one day less, Cong Rong began to feel reluctant.

Xiao Ya's help to her was like sending charcoal in a timely manner. Before leaving Qingcheng, she made up her mind to help Xiao Ya get the business cooperation in Xinghe Plaza, and she should take it as a reward and thanks.

At 09:30 in the morning, she arrived downstairs in Ji's Group on time.

Looking at the towering building, Cong Rong was full of thoughts for a moment, this is the place where she and Ji Tingqiu met for the second time.

So many things happened in the middle, it seems like a year has passed.

"Cong Rong, the countdown has begun. Treat every day as the last day with him. This is also the last time for the baby and their father." She took a deep breath and walked into the building.

"Stop, do you have an appointment?" The front desk staff gave Cong Rong a domineering look.

"I'm looking for you, Mr. Ji!"

"Beauty, what are you kidding, Mr. Ji is so busy, you can't see him whenever you want, do you have an appointment?"

"A verbal appointment."

"Pfft~ I'm sorry, you can't come in." The front desk laughed out loud regardless of appearance.

At this time, there was the sound of high heels behind them, and Qi Yu walked up to Cong Rong wearing a chiffon shirt and a smart embroidered hip skirt.