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

She seemed to feel something, and fumbled around with her hands. When she touched a body beside her that was also cold, Cong Rong hugged her tightly.

"Cold, I'm so cold, save our children..."

Cong Rong closed his eyes and leaned against the man beside him, wrapped his arms around his body, and kept repeating a sentence.

"Find me a thin wire, and it will be too late if I don't open it."

Ji Tingqiu tested the temperature of the iron door with the back of his hand, and immediately ordered his subordinates with a serious expression.

"Feng Yue, the room is estimated to be ten degrees below zero, how long can ordinary people last."

"Wearing too little clothes can no longer estimate the damage to the body. She is pregnant and the low temperature will cause blood circulation to slow down. The fetus is in danger of hypoxia. The sooner the better."

Speaking of children, Feng Yue glanced sideways at Ji Tingqiu.

Those two children are likely to be his flesh and blood.

It's just that he can't talk about it at the moment, as his best friend, he knows Ji Tingqiu's nature very well.

At the beginning, because Ji Zheng indulged Xiaosan, Ji Tingqiu was in danger of being assassinated at any time for several years.

After retiring from the army, he personally went to ask several big families for financial support in order to prepare for the murder and return to Ji's family, but the high-ranking dignitaries in Qingcheng only regarded their mother and child as a joke after dinner, and no family was willing to help.

Even if it was the Feng family, no matter what he and his elder brother tried to persuade him, his father insisted on following the instigation of his stepmother to adopt a wait-and-see attitude, coupled with the humiliation of the Qi family for marrying Qi Yu to a son from a noble family in Kyoto, Ji Tingqiu fell into a desperate situation for a while.

Only he knows that Ji Tingqiu's viciousness is forced out step by step.

He valued friendship and was forced to become a ruthless person.

Ji Tingqiu will confide in those who have helped him sincerely, and even repay him with his life, but he will never tolerate anyone who wants to use him to cling to him.

What Feng Yue was worried about was that in this situation, Ji Tingqiu was caught in a dilemma, unable to face up to his own heart.

Because of Hua Anyue's misery over the past ten years, Ji Tingqiu hated the intervener in the marriage.

It is very likely that Qi Yupua will get rid of Cong Rong as a last resort.

As the saying goes, the onlooker knows, Ji Tingqiu is absolutely in love with Cong Rong without knowing it.

As a best friend, he can only try his best to keep Cong Rong for him, and wait until Ji Tingqiu understands it himself.

"The door is open, hurry up, save someone!"

Feng Yue's thoughts were interrupted by a loud shout, the cold storage door had been broken open, and Ji Tingqiu was the first to rush in.

Feng Yue looked at the unconcealable affection on his best friend's face, and raised his brows slightly.

"Thousand-year iron trees can not only bloom but also bear fruit."

He pursed his lips and snickered, then immediately followed in.

"Old Ji, why did you suddenly..."

The room was less than ten square meters, and the walls were covered with hoarfrost. Feng Yue couldn't help shivering when he rushed into the room.

He was wondering why Ji Tingqiu stayed where he was with a gloomy face and sharp eyes.

There was a murderous aura, more eerie than the low temperature in the room.

Feng Yue looked towards the corner of the wall following the line of sight of his buddies. He was taken aback for a moment, then suppressed the smile in his eyes and rushed forward to check the status of Jing Ze and Cong Rong.

"Old Ji, she is only in a temporary coma. Maybe when the temperature in the room dropped suddenly, Jing Shao used his body to warm her up to delay the time of hypothermia. You see, Jing Shao gave Cong Rong all his clothes. It is really rare to sacrifice oneself for others."

"Shut up, if you don't say a word, you can live ten years longer!"

Ji Tingqiu spit out a few words without changing his face, but clenched his fists tightly.

The two people in the corner hugged tightly in an extremely ambiguous posture, and it seemed that Cong Rong took the initiative to hug her.

Are you willing to die for each other?

He came all the way here just to see this pair of fateful mandarin ducks?

Thinking of the softness that he obediently locked in front of his body during those two nights, but now lying in the arms of his first love, Ji Tingqiu's stomach felt angry, and his face became more and more stinky.

A few seconds later, he went straight forward and pulled Jingze aside with the toe of his shoe, then took off Cong Rong's clothes and threw them on the unconscious Jingze's face in disgust.

"Someone came and threw him to the hospital to inform Jing Yunkang to redeem her, and this woman was sent to the underground boxing arena for auction."

After Ji Tingqiu finished speaking, he took off his clothes to cover Cong Rong's body, picked her up and walked out.

"Also, a bounty was issued to both the black and the white, and Mazi was handed over to me alive. The bounty is 1000 million."

Before the man left, he said coldly, the aura around him almost reached freezing point.

A day later, in the intensive care unit of the hospital,

Cong Rong was lying quietly on the hospital bed in a light blue striped hospital gown, with an infusion needle inserted into her body, and a steady beeping sound came out from the monitoring instrument.

"Ward round! Is the patient awake?"

The little nurse came in holding the folder.

When she caught a glimpse of the powerful man on the sofa, her voice suddenly dropped a few decibels shyly.

"You can try to wake up the patient. Her body has no obvious trauma, and she should not be unconscious for too long. Ring the bell if something happens."

The nurse went to the hospital bed to measure Cong Rong's temperature. She blushed and buried herself in carefully recording the data on the form.

Before leaving the ward, the little nurse took a quick glance at Ji Tingqiu, never expecting to meet his cold eyes directly.

He leaned on the sofa with his legs crossed, so as not to wake Cong Rong up, he just nodded slightly to the nurse.

slap~

The folder in the little nurse's nervous hand accidentally dropped to the ground, she hurriedly picked it up, covered her chest and ran out.

"Why are you so red in the face, what do you see?"

The colleagues at the nurse's station saw that her face was not quite right, and they all came forward to ask her.

"Meet a hooligan?"

"Hey, there was an old man in his 90s during my ward rounds. He could be called a great grandfather according to his seniority. He even touched my hand during the skin test..."

A few nurses talked to each other, and the more they talked, the angrier they became.

With a small salary to treat the patient like a cow, he was even touched by hooligans.

"I'll go and report it to the head nurse. Tell me which bed it is. We will apply for a male nurse."

"Hey, wait a minute, don't go, I'm that hooligan who just sees sex..."

The little nurse who made the rounds described Ji Tingqiu's appearance and figure vividly to everyone, and the eyes of the unmarried couple began to wander.

"It's even more emotional than that Doctor Feng from the Feng family. It's unimaginable, unimaginable."

In the ward, Cong Rong slowly opened her eyes, and subconsciously touched the bed sheet with both hands.

The soft touch of her fingertips was completely different from the icy cold iron sheet in the cold storage, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Open your eyes when you wake up, don't pretend to be asleep."

A voice suddenly appeared above Cong Rong's head.

His voice was slightly hoarse, as if he was holding back something.

Looking up in the direction of the voice, the clear outline of the jaw line formed a perfect introverted arc in front of Cong Rong's eyes.

The man's adam's apple is protruding and rolling, implying masculinity, making people unconsciously immersed in his sense of oppression full of sexual tension.

Cong Rong lost her mind for a moment, and she couldn't help but lament in her heart that some people are born to be favored by the Creator.

She squeezed her fingers slightly and turned her head to one side, not wanting to be disturbed by his appearance.

"You are very capable. Not only can you fool men around, even the kidnappers can't let you go."

Ji Tingqiu's face was full of anger, and his deep eyes were full of mania.