Jing Yihong knew the fact that Luo Qingqing had been lying to him all along, and it had already reached Ruan Qianya's mouth, but she suddenly changed her words: "He didn't embarrass me, but he reacted very much, and his attitude towards me was quite bad."

"Is that all?" Fu Zhirong asked.

"And then there'...... After Luo Qingqing had a miscarriage, he was not as enthusiastic about me as before, and he was cold...... But I really didn't mean to push Luo Qingqing, Jing Yihong didn't listen to my explanation at all......"

Ruan Qianya made up words to deceive Fu Zhirong, so that he would believe that Jing Yihong was not suspicious of Luo Qingqing's pregnancy.

If Jing Yihong really colluded with Luo Qingqing, he would definitely show flaws in front of her.

"Qianya, after this incident, you should have seen through the nature of Jing Yihong, he would rather believe Luo Qingqing than believe you, the warmth he showed to you before was also disguised."

Fu Zhirong's words are very targeted, if Jing Yihong did not confess to her about Luo Qingqing's fake pregnancy, maybe she listened to Fu Zhirong's words, and she would completely lose the only remaining illusion in Jing Yihong's heart.

But she still nodded quietly: "I already know what kind of person Jing Yihong is."

There happened to be a traffic light in front of him, Fu Zhirong braked the car, took this opportunity to turn his face, and quietly looked at the expression on Ruan Qianya's face.

Frankly speaking, he didn't believe Ruan Qianya's words 100%.

"Then why did he bring you back to Mangcheng?" Fu Zhirong asked suspiciously.

"It was I who took the design drawings of the wedding and he knew about it." Ruan Qianya replied quickly, "Anna called him and said that there was also a problem with the foreign fashion week, it was you who did it, right?" ”

Fu Zhirong nodded in acknowledgement.

"You're right, Jing Yihong is mercenary, women are worthless in front of him, even if Luo Qingqing has just miscarried, it is not as important as his affairs at foreign fashion weeks. So he immediately rushed back to Mangcheng to deal with the affairs of Fashion Week. ”

Ruan Qianya's expression of indignation seemed to really arouse her emotions, and the doubts in Fu Zhirong's heart were dispelled a little.

"Qianya, in this world, the only person you can trust is me." Fu Zhirong took out a free hand and gently held Ruan Qianya's hand, just touching her hand, Fu Zhirong's brows instantly wrinkled even more: "Why are your hands so cold."

Ruan Qianya was afraid of being exposed in front of Fu Zhirong, and a layer of cold sweat broke out all over her body, all of which were cold.

She explained in a whisper: "Probably because I wore less clothes, and I was blown through by the cold wind."

Fu Zhirong parked the car on the side of the road on the spot, held Ruan Qianya's hand with both hands, and rubbed it in the palm of his hand while soaking the heat.

"Your body is no better than others, very noble, and you can't stand the cold." After that fall into the sea, Ruan Qianya fell ill with cold, and her hands and feet were often cold.

Ruan Qianya looked at the worried look on Fu Zhirong's face, and her eyebrows frowned slightly.

After rubbing for a long time, Ruan Qianya's hands finally became a little warm, and Fu Zhirong was willing to stop, took off his coat again, and draped it on her, "You are always so worry-free."

Ruan Qianya looked at him in a daze and didn't speak for a long time.

Fu Zhirong looked at her appearance and couldn't help but snap his fingers in front of her: "Why do you look at me like this?"

"No," Ruan Qianya shook her head, "nothing. ”

Fu Zhirong didn't pay attention, then started to drive and continued to drive to his residence.

Ruan Qianya leaned lightly on the seat, looked at Fu Zhirong's side face and thought, he seems to be getting better and better to himself recently, not only much gentle, but also extremely considerate. 軒軒書

She suddenly felt that she had lied to him like this, and she felt a strong sense of guilt in her heart.

However, he also hid a lot of things from himself.

Ruan Qianya twisted her fingers lightly and asked Fu Zhirong in a low voice: "What are you with me for?"

Hearing this question, Fu Zhirong paused slightly in his grip on the steering wheel, and only after a moment did he answer: "Of course it's because I love you."

"Isn't it because you want to take revenge on Jing Yihong?" She felt that she and Fu Zhirong were not like ordinary couples, Fu Zhirong treated her, she couldn't say bad, but they got along very strangely.

Fu Zhirong's fingers tightened slightly, and a faint smile appeared on his face: "Why do you suddenly ask like this?"

"I just want to know."

"Revenge on Jing Yihong, of course, is a reason. But it's because he did those things to you that I hate him and want to get revenge on him. ”

At this point, Ruan Qianya didn't ask any more questions, leaned back in her chair, and quietly recalled what had happened in the past two days.

Now her head is all in a mess, and thousands of thoughts are like a mess, she is sandwiched between the two men, Jing Yihong and Fu Zhirong, and she doesn't know who to trust or who to help.

The car stopped at the door of the private house, Fu Zhirong got out of the car first, then went around to the co-pilot's position, and helped Ruan Qianya open the door.

Fu Zhirong helped her take out her luggage from the trunk and took her hand and walked to the villa.

Fu Zhirong's palm was also cold, holding Ruan Qianya, which made her a little uncomfortable.

On the way to the door, Ruan Qianya wanted to break free of Fu Zhirong several times, but she was afraid that it would make him think too much.

It wasn't until he walked into the villa that Fu Zhirong's mobile phone suddenly rang, he let go of Ruan Qianya's hand to get the phone, and Ruan Qianya just took this opportunity to withdraw her hand.

Pinching his phone and glancing at the caller ID, Fu Zhirong slid down the hang up button without hesitation, but within a few seconds, the bell rang again.

"Who?" Ruan Qianya asked.

"Work and other chores." Fu Zhirong said, "It's very annoying to insist on cooperating with me." ”

In between speaking, Fu Zhirong hung up the phone again.

Ruan Qianya nodded, and said to Fu Zhirong in a tired tone: "It's still working time, if your company has something to do, go and get busy first, I'm tired, go upstairs and take a shower and rest."

"It's fine." Fu Zhirong thought for a while, raised his hand and rubbed Ruan Qianya's head, "Then I'll go to the company first, and I'll come back to eat with you in the evening." ”

"Okay." Ruan Qianya obediently agreed to come down and went upstairs.

Fu Zhirong's eyes kept following Ruan Qianya's back, and it wasn't until he confirmed that she had gone upstairs that he picked up his mobile phone and dialed the number he had just called.

The other party quickly connected, and the woman's unhappy voice came: "Fu Zhirong, you dare to hang up on me."

"What's wrong with hanging up your phone, as long as I want to, I can crush you to death in every minute." The gentle expression on Fu Zhirong's face that he had deliberately created when facing Ruan Qianya disappeared instantly, and was replaced by violence and coldness.

Ruan Qianya stood at the staircase on the second floor, trying her best to hide her body behind the blind spot formed by the stairs so that Fu Zhirong could not see it.

She held on to the railing and quietly listened to the conversation between Fu Zhirong downstairs and the woman on the phone.