Thinking that he had obviously impregnated Luo Qingqing and was entangled with Anna and himself, Ruan Qianya's face turned cold.

Jing Yihong is too indifferent and affectionate, especially when it comes to women, he is even more ruthless.

Although she hated Luo Qingqing and Anna, she also sympathized with the two of them being toyed with by Jing Yihong and applauded but didn't know it.

And she herself constantly reminds herself to be sober and not to be captured by his intermittent gentleness, especially the emotions he shows to herself when he is drunk, which is also disguised to deceive herself.

Jing Yihong added a cup of hot water to Ruan Qianya, only to find that her expression was a little cold, and the brilliance that glittered when she listened to him talk about the recipe just now was gone, replaced by a dead air.

Jing Yihong frowned: "Why is your face so bad."

Ruan Qianya turned her face slightly, turned her head to look at the figure of Luo Qingqing leaning over and vomiting in the opposite compartment, and asked Jing Yihong softly: "Mr. Jing, don't you go over to say hello?"

She didn't believe that she could hear Luo Qingqing's voice so clearly, Jing Yihong wouldn't be able to hear it.

Jing Yihong leaned back slightly, leaning back in the chair, "Since it's a coincidence, I don't think there's any need to say hello, after all, we came to Yancheng to deal with business." ”

said that it was for business, but he was not in a hurry at all.

Ruan Qianya was very suspicious of his real purpose in coming to Yancheng this time.

She couldn't listen to Luo Qingqing's morning sickness from time to time at the next table, and stood up with a cold face.

Jing Yihong glanced at her: "Where are you going?"

"Bathroom." Dropping three words lightly and heavily, Ruan Qianya lifted the bamboo curtain and walked out.

The bamboo curtain was not completely sealed, Ruan Qianya could faintly see the figure of Luo Qingqing on the opposite table, and Luo Qingqing naturally noticed Ruan Qianya's departure.

Not long after Ruan Qianya went to the bathroom, Luo Qingqing also got up and followed.

Jing Yihong Luo Qingqing's back left in a hurry, lowered his eyes, and a touch of urgency flashed in his eyes.

It would be better to let Qianya get a little more stimulation, maybe this will allow her to discern how important her position in her heart is.

Jing Yihong didn't consider how much damage Ruan Qianya's stimulation would cause to her already fragile mind.

Ruan Qianya had just stepped on the pump in the bathroom when she heard a person hurriedly walk in between the cubicles.

As soon as the man entered the cubicle, he began to vomit violently.

Listening to the familiar voice, Ruan Qianya realized that the person in the compartment next to her was Luo Qingqing.

Luo Qingqing's morning sickness reaction was very strong, Ruan Qianya's eyebrows twisted slightly when she heard it, and her heart slowly tugged.

Naturally, she thought of her own children.

The sharp pain spread through her heart, and Luo Qingqing's vomiting sound next to her was like a sharp blade, passing through the softest part of her heart little by little.

Ruan Qianya could almost feel the blood dripping from her heart, and the sharp pain quickly spread along the limbs of her heart all over her body, and she subconsciously bit her lip hard.

After some time, the vomiting in the next compartment stopped.

Hearing the sound of pumping, Ruan Qianya's breathing returned to normal.

The woman's light heels gradually faded away, Ruan Qianya took a deep breath, unscrewed the door lock of the compartment, and then walked out.

Standing in front of the mirror of the washstand, Ruan Qianya saw her somewhat blue face.

She raised her finger and rubbed the corner of her eye, and the tip of her finger suddenly touched a little cold.

Why does she cry?

Ruan Qianya was stunned and shocked.

She was in the cubicle for a moment, and she really felt like she was about to die. Longlong

She deceived herself, and the painful feeling was that it was because she thought of her child from Luo Qingqing's morning sickness, not because she felt uncomfortable because Luo Qingqing was pregnant.

Vigorously turning on the faucet, Ruan Qianya picked up a handful of cold water and slapped it on her face, her spirit was a little clear, but her sanity did not recover.

Wiping the water off her face, Ruan Qianya returned to her place to eat.

Before she lifted the bamboo curtain, she deliberately glanced at the place where Luo Qingqing was sitting, only to find that the position was empty.

Ruan Qianya frowned, pointed to the position, and asked, "What about people?"

"Gone." Jing Yihong replied lightly.

"Gone?" Ruan Qianya suddenly felt incredible, the dishes on their table had just been served.

"Maybe it's because the food doesn't have the same appetite, or maybe it's because the body is really unwell."

Listening to Jing Yihong's understatement, Ruan Qianya couldn't help but glance at him, his expression was indifferent, as if it was none of his business.

Ruan Qianya sneered in her heart, she didn't expect Jing Yihong to have a heart at all.

Every woman he tries to approach has a purpose he wants to achieve, including himself.

As long as she thought of this, Ruan Qianya felt that her heart was a little suffocated.

She sat down in a chair, called the waiter, and asked, "Is there any wine?"

Jing Yihong glanced at her meaningfully.

The waiter nodded: "Our store doesn't sell beer and red wine, only Huadiao and Daughter Hong."

"Huadiao, I'm in trouble." Ruan Qianya is not very accomplished in wine, and rice wine is even less familiar.

"Okay, right away." Soon after the waiter left, he soon returned with a delicate little jar.

"Ma'am, your wine." After placing the little jar on the table, the waiter turned and walked out.

Ruan Qianya opened the altar seal, and didn't ask Jing Yihong if she drank it, she was about to pour it into the cup.

Jing Yihong pressed her hand and reminded, "Burn it."

Ruan Qianya ignored his words at all, and as soon as her hand shifted, she slowly poured the wine in the jar into the bone china cup.

The transparent white walls of the glass and the slightly yellowish liquor are very clear and transparent.

Ruan Qianya picked up the cup without hesitation and drank it all.

The wine is rich and fragrant, but the aftertaste is also bitter.

Ruan Qianya's brows tightened.

"That's not how Huadiao drinks." Jing Yihong directly took her quilt, then grabbed a few plums from the gift fruit bowl and put them into the cup, then poured the wine and handed the cup to her.

Ruan Qianya didn't say anything, picked up the cup and poured it down her throat.

With the addition of the flower carving of the plum, the aftertaste is moderately sweet and sour, and the fragrance of the plum is integrated into the bitterness of the wine, and the aftertaste is more mellow.

Ruan Qianya drank a glass like this, and she couldn't stop.

The depth of her drinking, Jing Yihong knows.

In the past, it was rare to see her drink so carelessly, but now looking at the sleepiness between her eyebrows, Jing Yihong probably knows where her sorrow comes from.

Jing Yihong squinted her eyes silently, watching her drink cup after cup.

He knew that Ruan Qianya's subconscious would not be indifferent to him.

She still has her own in her heart, so she was stimulated by Luo Qingqing's performance just now, so she wantonly borrowed wine to kill her sorrows.