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

Two days after the infusion, Cong Rong's arm was so painful that he couldn't lift it up.

Ji Tingqiu easily imprisoned her on the bed with one hand, leaning on her with his upper body, using his overwhelming advantage to make her nowhere to hide.

The more violently the woman under him struggled, the more ferociously he kissed.

At this moment, all the jealousy and longing turned into a domineering plunder, as if to rub her into his body.

He really wanted to crack open her brain to see what she ate to grow up rebellious.

Don't give up until you piss him off!

"Woo... Take it easy, you're crushing the child."

Cong Rong said with all her strength while avoiding him.

As soon as the words came out, the two overlapping people on the narrow hospital bed froze at the same time.

These words are as warm as an old couple who are still in love.

It is their mutual child that is being avoided.

After Cong Rong blurted out and realized this, his eyes were instantly red, and a tear slipped from the corner of his eyes.

Instead of refusing his punishing kisses, she just buried her head in his chest.

Seeing her surrender, the man was obedient like a kitten with its paws retracted.

His movements also softened.

In fact, he only wanted her to be soft, not to be so strong, and not to shut him out with indifference.

Explore upwards along her delicate lips, gently kiss her trembling eyelids, thick eyelashes all the way to her pair of small ears.

The moment the warm tip of the tongue touched the earlobe, Cong Rong's body instantly generated a tiny electric current, which flowed through the whole body numbly.

Her body trembled.

Arms resting uncontrollably on his broad shoulders, she sobbed in grievance.

"Cong Rong, you can't go on like this anymore, you will never be within his final choice, and getting deeper and deeper will do no one any good."

A voice in her head pulled her out of her ecstasy.

he always does

Give her a candy and stab her in the chest.

If you are too disappointed, you dare not have expectations.

Seeing the lust in her eyes fade away, and a familiar indifference and coldness appeared in her eyes, Ji Tingqiu suddenly got up and stood back beside the bed with a sullen face.

He took out a stack of banknotes from his wallet and threw them on Cong Rong.

"Did you feel wronged when you went to bed with Jingze? Did you feel wronged when you planned to give birth to him? You were wronged when I touched you?" He put his hands in his trouser pockets and looked down at her condescendingly.

"I'll set up a memorial arch here, okay, this is your reward for serving me. Is this money enough to buy you a night?"

Ji Tingqiu's eyes burst into flames, jealousy made him lose his mind, and he didn't realize his indiscriminate words.

His mind is full of the appearance of him enjoying himself under others.

"What did you say?" Cong Rong widened his eyes in surprise.

she couldn't believe it,

In his heart, she was actually that kind of shameless woman.

Cong Rong grasped the corner of her clothes tightly, she really wanted to say it out loud.

From beginning to end, her body was only given to one man.

That person is you, Ji Tingqiu.

did not expect,

Even if he didn't know it was her that night in the lighthouse,

Even though it was Cong Rong standing in front of him,

He still hates it.

After much deliberation, she was wrong.

It is wrong to start with an unrealistic expectation.

Cong Rong turned her head away and rubbed her eyes. After a while, she turned around and said mockingly,

"Although I don't refuse anyone who comes, I won't be so hungry that I can sleep in my bed with any crooked melon and cracked dates."

"Say it again, are you looking for death!" Ji Tingqiu's eyes shrank suddenly when he heard her words.

Got into a fight with him?

"Mr. Ji, don't talk nonsense with me, you just need to pay me 1000 million according to the agreement." Cong Rong looked into his eyes and said.

He thought he was that kind of woman, and that was it.

At least money is more reliable than people.

"I changed my mind. My mother left early because of you. Not only will you not get any money, but you will also have to compensate me for my mental loss and lost wages, 1000 million yuan."

Ji Tingqiu stared at her with deep eyes, neither sullen nor angry.

The profit-seeking nature of businessmen is fully reflected.

"I'll see you at the Civil Affairs Bureau at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon."

After he finished speaking, he walked away without looking back, and there was no trace of warmth in his indifferent back.

Until the crisp footsteps of leather shoes gradually disappeared in my ears.

Cong Rong lay down and covered her head with the quilt, her body was shrunk in the quilt, trembling from time to time.

Her heart hurts.

His words stabbed her hard like a knife.

"My mother died because of you",

It was enough to make her beyond redemption.

"Mom, mom, he won't stop loving me at all, I can't hold on anymore, mom..." The pain that had been suppressed for a long time turned into tears and finally burst out uncontrollably.

She cried until she fell asleep, and it was already late at night when Cong Rong woke up again.

After she calmed down, she had more worries in her heart.

She failed to get money from Ji Tingqiu and owed sky-high debts, how could she help Tong Ran cure her leg disease.

After much deliberation, she decided to call Sister Xiao Ya tomorrow to see if she could go back to work.

Earn a little more money and have the opportunity to leave earlier.

Most importantly at the moment,

Tomorrow she will follow Ji Tingqiu, as long as she can confirm where Aunt Yue is buried, she can visit her secretly in the future.

"Baby, mom will take you to see grandma tomorrow, will you see her off for the last time?" She rubbed her belly and said to herself.

At around three o'clock in the morning the next day, Cong Rong tossed and turned while holding the phone,

Considering that the funeral time would usually be in the morning, she felt that she should be able to get through by calling now.

Finally, after an ideological struggle, she found Yu Chuan's number and dialed it.

beep,

Ten seconds later, the call was connected, and Cong Rong seemed to see hope.

"Yu Chuan, it's me, can you tell me where he plans to bury the old lady? I must go, please, please? I won't say that you told me, and the old lady will if I don't go Sad." Cong Rong pleaded sincerely.

She wasn't sure either,

After all, Yu Chuan is Ji Tingqiu's personal secretary and bodyguard, and he only serves him.

Ji Tingqiu ordered not to allow it, so he naturally didn't dare to disobey.

"The funeral will be held at [-] o'clock in the morning. It will be buried in the suburban cemetery, near the grave of Young Madam's father. Please don't, Young Madam."

After a rush of busy tone, the phone call stopped abruptly, and Yu Chuan hung up the phone.

Cong Rong guessed it was to avoid Ji Tingqiu.

Regardless of being sad, she glanced at the time and could sleep for a few more hours, so as not to overwhelm the baby in her stomach when she was running around during the day.

Maybe it was because the month was getting older and she was getting more and more tired. When Cong Rong woke up again, it was already past seven o'clock.

It was almost eight o'clock when she arrived at Ji's villa in the morning.

The hearses at the door lined up, and a picture of Hua Anyue was hung in front of the front of the head car.

She smiled peacefully, unable to see the torment of illness, just as loving and kind as they first met at Ji's house.

"Mom..., Miss Rong is here to see you off."

Cong Rong suddenly choked up, her throat burning hot.

When she lowered her head to wipe her eyes, she heard the sound of a car engine behind her.

Cong Rong looked back and saw an old man getting off the black commercial vehicle, and a woman in a cheongsam beside him was supporting his arm.

Cong Rong recognized the man.

It's Ji Zheng.

In other words, the woman next to her is that sinister mistress.

It was she who caused Aunt Yue to become what she is today.

Sure enough, the woman seemed to sense her massive gaze and glanced back.

Those eyebrows and eyes are similar to Ji Linyuan's.

Thinking of Aunt Yue lying unconscious on the hospital bed for the last period of her life, a surge of anger suddenly surged in her heart.

The culprit not only has no trace of guilt,

Today is the important day of the funeral and they will come to disgusting Aunt Yue.

Originally, the spouse was not allowed to appear at the burial to let the deceased leave with peace of mind.

But this time Ji Zheng's mind is so vicious,

He even brought Xiaosan with him.

"Stop, you are not welcome here." Cong Rong raised his arms to stop the two of them.

It looked like they wanted to get in.

With her here today, unless they stepped over her, they would never disturb Aunt Yue.

"Cong Rong, my good daughter-in-law, Huier and I are here to visit your mother today, may I give her a ride?"

Ji Zheng looked at her with a half-smile, a hint of viciousness flashed in his eyes,

Hearing this, Lin Hui hurriedly agreed,

"Yo, you are the daughter-in-law Ting Qiu is looking for. She looks like a fairy. You see, Mom didn't bring you a gift today. I'll make it up for you another day. Let's go in and see my sister first."

She smiled and thought how the hand of pulling Congrong was cleverly dodged, and she immediately turned black.

Ji Zheng and Lin Hui were blocked by a yellow-haired girl, and they were so angry that they wanted to kick her aside.

But behind this ignorant woman was Ji Tingqiu's backing.

The purpose of their coming today was not to annoy him.

"My mother is dead, and you want to follow?" Cong Rong looked at Lin Hui's hypocritical face coldly.

she just understood

It is impossible for a high-minded young lady like Aunt Yue to fight against such a thick-skinned woman.

Lin Hui suddenly wiped away tears and poured them into Ji Zheng's arms,

"Master, look not only my sister won't forgive me, but even my daughter-in-law doesn't like me."

"Bold, how did you talk to the elders!"

Ji Zheng raised his hand to slap Cong Rong.

At this time, there was a burst of mourning at the door of the villa,

"you dare!"

Ji Tingqiu carefully walked out holding the urn.