Marriage Heartthrob: My Mysterious Big Boss

Ruan Qing looked at the thick stack of printed letters of repentance. Because there were too many words, it was really valuable to type them on the computer. However, how could he have time to write them?

She sat up cross legged, looked at the line, word by word, raised her eyes and looked at him, "you, when did you write it? Why don't I know? "

"On the way back, when you sleep. If you have time, don't read it now... "Rong Haochuan said, ready to take out the repentance letter in her hand, more than 10000 words, and see that it's dawn.

Ruan Qing pushed his hand away. When she saw the two words of departure, the daughter-in-law felt sweet in her heart. She carefully put the repentance book away and put it in the drawer where she put her important items.

When he is not at home. She carefully considered the taste of words and sentences.

As soon as she went to bed, Rong Haochuan hugged her in his arms, sighed and smiled, "daughter-in-law, now I can serve the bed in a decent way?"

Ruan Qing was silent, pursed her lips and stared at him, silently covering her red face with a quilt.

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Sunday night will come soon.

Under the bright crystal lamp. The men and women you come and go, in suits and shoes, swaying dresses, overlapping glasses and soft smiles.

There is a short exchange meeting before the formal auction.

"President Yan, I heard that there will be a pair of jade bracelets of the Ming Dynasty today. I really want them. Take them for me, okay?" A woman in a red dress leaned against Yan Qingxuan and said with an air like orchid.

"Lucy, you really opened your mouth. President Yan brought us here to look up to us. How can you mean to ask for such expensive things?" The woman in the blue dress also sat down and looked disdainfully at the woman in the red dress.

Yan Qingxuan, sitting in the center, held a cigar in his mouth and hugged them, but turned a blind eye to their words.

At this time, the reporter present suddenly pointed the microphone at the door, and the cameraman also pointed the camera at the door.

"Who is this? So much noise, why are they all crowded to the door? "

The woman in red dress looked curiously at the door.

The woman in the blue dress looked at her strangely, "it's really inexperienced. Who else can it be? Of course, Rong and his wife from Zhenhua city are here! In addition to these two people, who else will make the reporters so enthusiastic. "

"Shut up."

Yan Qingxuan suddenly said in a cold voice. Smoked a cigar, stood up and looked at the door.

Reporters flocked to the door, separated by bodyguards in two lines, making a way for Rong Haochuan to walk through the crowd with Ruan Qing.

"Mr. Rong, excuse me, is this your wife?"

"Mr. Rong, what do you think of the decline of Baichuan's stock all the way?"

"Take it easy! Please wait a moment. Mrs. Rong will answer your questions later! " Rong Cheng stood in front of the reporters and answered their questions loudly.

In front of the table arranged in advance, Rong Haochuan sat down with Ruan Qing, holding her hand all the time.

Ruan Qing has been adjusting her breathing. Never before had she been so nervous. The gathering of reporters and the topic of competing against each other made her psychologically prepared all the way and turned into ruins in an instant.

Nervous. It's really difficult to express this tension when someone takes a camera on such an occasion for the first time.

But fortunately, even though she was nervous, Ruan Qing always smiled. At least in the eyes of outsiders, she was calm.

"Rong Zong! Can you answer me a question first? When did you and your wife get married? "

Rong Haochuan just sat down and a reporter couldn't wait to start asking.

"Three months ago." Rong Haochuan's low voice and simple and clear answer.

"Mr. Rong. I would like to ask if there is news that you had a divorce and said that the divorce agreement was submitted to the court. Is this true? " The reporter asked again.

"It's not true. We have indeed been to the court, but we are going to notarize the post marital property agreement, which is not what everyone thinks. " Rong Haochuan answered steadily but not disorderly.

"Excuse me..."

The reporter wanted to ask more questions, but was stopped by the staff in black uniforms. "This reporter, please abide by the order, so that other journalists can have the opportunity to ask questions. No more than two questions per person and no repetition! "

"Now change the next reporter to ask questions!" The uniformed man shouted again.

Ruan Qing's eyes slid past a dark press group holding a microphone in front of her. She slid across the distance and saw many new and familiar faces looking at them, talking and whispering.

Yan Qingxuan is there, Jian run and Jian Yaohua are there, and Feng Yue is also there.

"Mr. Rong, one of the things that the masses are most concerned about now is the kidnapping of the opera house. It is said that your sister and wife were both kidnapped by bandits. Why did you choose to save your sister?"

The next reporter has only two questions. It's not nonsense. It's a sensitive topic that everyone wants to know the answer.

Rong Haochuan felt Ruan Qing's palm was sweating at the moment. He looked at her beside him. Her smile was a little stiff. The radian of the lip angle also falls slowly.

"Because the target of the bandits was my sister LAN Tong, and my wife had little effect on them. At that time, in order to protect their lives to the greatest extent. I have no second choice. "

Rong Haochuan said, holding Ruan Qing's hand tightly, "I know that some people will question my choice, but anyway, the result is what I want."

"Madam Rong, do you hate your husband for this?" The reporter asked Ruan Qing the last question.

Yan Qingxuan, not far away, took a cigar and slowly spit it out. He looked at Ruan Qing with black eyes like a cheetah.

Ruan Qing knew that sooner or later they would point the topic to her. She was so nervous that she smiled fearlessly, "hate, of course, but if he saved me, my sister would hate his brother, so - I'd rather. I hate him! "

"I think it will be difficult to make a choice no matter who is put on this problem, don't you think?"

Ruan Qing asked back with a smile, which stunned the reporter for a moment. When he wanted to ask, he was stopped by the man in black suit.

Two questions have just been asked.

"Madam Rong, I heard that you had experienced two days and two nights of life and death. The kidnappers also bought a bachelor on the mountain. Is this true? "

as one falls , another rises.

Another reporter immediately stood up and asked questions.

Rong Haochuan's ink eyebrow was obviously frowned, the hand under the table was slowly clenched, and Ruan Qing's small hand gently stroked his iron fist.

"It's true, but the bachelor was a fool, not very clever, and I was saved by someone sent by my husband that night."

"Oh? So you haven't been violated, have you? " The reporter didn't give up and asked again.

Ruan Qing grinned. "Of course not, Miss reporter. I said he was a fool. If he were not stupid, he would have married his daughter-in-law. "

Now she understands why some artists can't help punching and kicking reporters. Sometimes they really don't want to beat and expose other people's scars. They don't think it's enough. They even ask such shameless questions.

"It seems that Mrs. Rong is indeed generous. She has forgiven her husband for such a life and death test! Is it because Rong's family is big and you don't want to give up Mrs. Rong's position? "

A reporter from Xiaoqiang, who was not afraid of death, asked questions.