She hated herself for not being angry, and she didn't have any resistance to the enemy's intimate contact.

But on the one hand, she couldn't restrain her instinctive impulses, she just couldn't help but want to get close to Jing Yihong, and she couldn't even bear to refuse his contact.

can clearly know that Jing Yihong, a man, is as dangerous as a steep cliff, and if she makes a mistake by half a step, she will fall to the bottom and fall to pieces.

So Ruan Qianya wavered between these two thoughts, and her spirit almost collapsed.

Looking at her tearful appearance, Jing Yihong's heart was like a knife.

It wasn't until this moment that he finally realized how naïve he was using Luo Qingqing and Anna to stimulate Ruan Qianya's behavior.

His approach has seriously hurt Ruan Qianya.

Jing Yihong hugged Ruan Qianya tightly in her arms in distress, and whispered softly to comfort: "I'm sorry, it's my fault, it's me who didn't take into account your feelings, Qianya, there are some things I need to confess to you."

Jing Yihong raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of Ruan Qianya's eyes, and was about to tell her that she was just playing with Luo Qingqing and Anna, when the mobile phone in her pocket suddenly vibrated violently.

Jing Yihong took out his mobile phone, didn't even look at it, and hung up the phone directly.

But it didn't take long for the bell to ring again.

It's already past ten o'clock, and when I call at this time, I should be in a hurry.

Jing Yihong picked it up this time and glanced at the caller ID and found that it was Anna calling.

He sat up, took Ruan Qianya into his arms, patted her on the back, calmed her emotions, and then picked up the phone again.

Before Jing Yihong could speak, Anna's somewhat anxious voice came from the earpiece: "Hong, there's a problem over there at Fashion Week."

Anna's shrill voice instantly filled the room through the speakers.

When Ruan Qianya heard this, her body suddenly stiffened.

Jing Yihong felt the tightness of his body in his arms, and he was a little strange: "What's wrong with Fashion Week, you say it slowly."

After Anna calmed down, she responded: "Qi Sheng's quota for participating in the fashion week show was replaced by Fu Zhirong."

Hearing this, Jing Yihong frowned coldly: "Why?"

"Fu Zhirong showed the organizers of Fashion Week the sketches of the wedding dress design of the series of flower weddings, and they were a blockbuster as soon as they were shot, conquering the organizers."

Anna didn't know that Jing Yihong was with Ruan Qianya, and said angrily: "I investigated, and the people in the design team said that Ruan Qianya went to the design department two days ago to copy the first draft of the wedding design, and Fu Zhirong's work for the fashion week organizer to show is the first draft that has not been revised."

"Although the design of the flower wedding series was brought over by Ruan Qianya, since she has joined Qi Sheng, she is Qi Sheng's person, how can she eat inside and out like this!"

In the interval between hearing Anna say this, Jing Yihong lowered her head to look at Ruan Qianya, the drunkenness on her face had disappeared, her eyes were clear, and she looked at him lightly, as if she didn't mean to explain.

Jing Yihong felt a thorn in her heart, and slowly let go of the hand holding her.

He rolled out of bed, got up and paced to the edge of the bed.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, there is the night scene of Yancheng's illuminated lights, and the mottled neon lights reflect into Jing Yihong's eyes, reflecting a cold light. Rotten Books Network

He lowered his voice and asked: "The quota for Qi Sheng to go to the show has been added by the organizer a long time ago, how can such a big brand go back on its word?"

"Here's the problem," Anna gritted her teeth, "Originally, after Fu Zhirong showed the design of the wedding to the organizer, the organizer felt that the design was exquisite, and wanted to sell him a face, so he temporarily added a place to watch the show." ”

"Then why was Qi Sheng's quota topped." Jing Yihong's eyes darkened suddenly.

Ruan Qianya sat quietly on the bed, looking at his straight back in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and the silhouette of her body even exuded an angry anger.

Ruan Qianya suddenly felt a little cold, she arched her body and hugged her knees hard, but the cold still poured towards her, covering her limbs.

Anna's dissatisfied voice came from the earpiece again: "As soon as the incident happened, I called my friend who worked at a foreign fashion week to ask the reason, according to her, it was because Fu Zhirong handed over Qi Sheng's black material to the organizer, and slandered you for being riddled with scandals, saying that you cheated in marriage under the guise of being a cold person and a hot person inside, and also made the belly of a woman outside and didn't want to be responsible."

Speaking of this, Anna couldn't help but cry out for Jing Yihong, "These words are nonsense at all, three-year-old children won't believe it, how can you be so disproportionate and let other people's women get pregnant?" ”

Jing Yihong didn't speak, he pinched the phone hard, and the thin phone was almost pinched and deformed in his hand.

Anna was alone on her side, and she was so emotional that she couldn't even breathe, and she didn't hear Jing Yihong's response for a long time, and she couldn't help but feel a little bottomless in her heart: "Hong, why don't you speak?"

She suddenly remembered that when she asked a friend who worked at Fashion Week, the friend told him that Fu Zhirong had evidence in his hand that Jing Yihong was irresponsible for making a big woman's belly.

Won't it ......

Anna couldn't help but ask, "Hong, what Fu Zhirong said can't be true, right?"

Jing Yihong replied neatly: "You don't care about this, leave it to me."

Without waiting for Anna to answer, he quickly hung up the phone.

The content of his conversation with Anna, Ruan Qianya almost heard it.

The moment Jing Yihong turned around, Ruan Qianya felt a gaze like an eagle falcon projected straight onto her.

She shuddered from her back and instinctively shrank back behind the bed.

Jing Yihong strode over, only a dim wall lamp was turned on in the room, and the light of the wall lamp was quietly projected, reflecting the tight lines of his side face very clearly.

The light in the room was very dim, Ruan Qianya raised her head, she couldn't see the expression on Jing Yihong's face clearly, she could only feel that his eyes were staring at her without blinking.

The atmosphere was oppressive, and the air was almost reduced to freezing.

Ruan Qianya felt as if the oxygen in the air had been sucked away little by little, and she had difficulty breathing and was suffocating.

Finally, she couldn't help but be the first to speak: "You ......"

Before she could ask the next question, Jing Yihong suddenly said quickly, "Don't you have anything you want to explain to me?"

Ruan Qianya pursed her lips lightly, lowered her eyes, and her voice was as warm as a pool of cold water: "I have nothing to explain, the design of the flower wedding series is indeed what I gave to Fu Zhirong."

"Qianya, you should know what this fashion week means to Qi Sheng, right? Losing the opportunity to participate in fashion week means that Qi Sheng is likely to lose the opportunity to expand overseas markets. ”

Jing Yihong's voice was very calm, but under the calm, it seemed to be faintly suppressing the stormy waves.