After being scumbag, the billionaire president got married in a flash

Qiao Rongan's mind flashed the painful past.

"Lin Huixin, I regard you as my sister, but you introduced your cousin to my husband! You clearly knew that they hooked up together and gave birth to a daughter for so many years, but you kept it from me! What are you so worried about!"

Xu Wanqin stood in the middle of the courtyard, her beautiful eyes were full of anger, and she blamed her old friend.

"Wanqin, I didn't know this would happen! After I know, I can't tell you. Although Tang Ying is my distant cousin, we have little contact with each other. I just introduced her to Liwei by chance. , I didn't intend to separate you and Liwei on purpose."

Facing her friend's questioning, Lin Huixin felt how feeble her explanation was.It was her accidental mistake that ruined a family.

It was she who had been unable to speak up for many years, which made her friends resent her concealment.

"Mom, what happened to you and Aunt Wanqin?"

Qiao Rongan heard the voice, ran down from upstairs, and saw Xu Wanqin, who was pale and angry, and her mother who explained in a low voice.

"Rong An, go back."

The housekeeper hurriedly pulled Qiao Rongan upstairs.

Qiao Rong'an heard Xu Wanqin's resolute words: "Lin Huixin, I, Xu Wanqin, swear that I will have no entanglements with your Lin family and Qiao family in this life! Our 30-year friendship ends here!"

"Brother Rong! Brother Rong!"

Jian Luo was dragged away from Qiao Rong'an's room by Xu Wanqin who rushed upstairs, and forcibly pulled out of Qiao's house.

"Luoluo! Luoluo!" Qiao Rongan rushed down from upstairs.

Jian Luo had already been carried into a car by Xu Wanqin, and Qiao Rongan heard Jian Luo crying: "Brother Rong! Brother Rong! Mom, where are we going? Will we come back?"

Qiao Rongan rushed out, ran after the car, staggered and fell to the ground, bright red blood poured out from his forehead, he felt a rush of heat flowing down his forehead, and wiped his face with his hands Bundle.

The weeping Jian Luo poked her head out of the car window and saw Qiao Rongan whose face was covered in blood.

"Brother Rong! Brother Rong!" Jian Luo burst into tears, "Brother Rong's head is bleeding! Mom, will Brother Rong die?"

Qiao Rong'an touched the faint scar on the left forehead half covered by the hair, and his thoughts went out of memory.

Jian Luo waited for a long time, but she didn't see Qiao Rong'an continue to speak. Her long eyelashes flickered, and she asked in confusion, "Why does mother quarrel with auntie?"

Qiao Rongan shook his head, "Luoluo, when you recover your memory, you will remember everything."

I hope that at that time, she can still be the Luoluo sister he has been thinking about for many years.

"Luoluo, Qiao's and Huayi are collaborating on a project to create a historical court drama. Mr. Ru and I agreed to ask you to write the script."

"Historical court drama?"

"Correct."

"When I come back from Yunchuan, maybe I have recovered my memory, and this script should be partially completed."

"Are you going to Yunchuan?" Qiao Rongan was a little surprised and pleasantly surprised, "When?"

"Just these two days."

"Take my car, I happen to be going to Yunchuan on business."

Jian Luo came back and told Wen Yikai that she took Qiao Rongan's bus to Yunchuan.

"Qiao Rong'an?" Wen Yikai frowned slightly, his knife-like handsome face turned cold, "Come back! Xiaoyu and I will accompany you there, and Xiaoyu will consult with the experts over there and give you the best solution." Good idea."

When they arrived at Yunchuan, a guide came to lead them into a dense forest and came to a beautiful canyon.

The sanatorium is built deep in the canyon, with a clear river in front and mountains on three sides.The sanatorium is like a saint sitting cross-legged facing the river, quiet, elegant and serene.

Wen Yikai invited the world's most famous brain experts to restore Jian Luo's memory and do a good job of psychological stabilization treatment in the later stage.

It is said that after the amnesiac regains his memory, he will face a huge psychological gap which may lead to some psychological barriers. Wen Yikai must be foolproof for Jian Luo.

It was already night when I entered the nursing home.The reception party arranged a very sumptuous special local dinner and held a warm welcome ceremony for them --- bonfire party.

The folk customs of Yunchuan ethnic minority are simple and they are good at singing and dancing.

Men, women, young and old sing and dance around the bonfire, and the passionate flames illuminate their smiling faces, making their faces glow with red.

Sitting next to Jian Luo, Wen Yikai suddenly had the urge to drag Jian Luo into the crowd.

"Luoluo, come on, let's go dancing."

Suddenly a slender hand pulled Jian Luo down from the seat. Before Jian Luo could make a sound, she just looked back at Wen Yikai with her big eyes, and was soon overwhelmed by the singing and dancing crowd around the bonfire.

A trace of displeasure flashed across Wen Yikai's cold and handsome face, and his cold eyes looked for Jian Luo's figure in the crowd.

The crowd was surging, and a tall man was pulling Jian Luo. The red flames of the bonfire shone on his handsome face, making his handsome face even more radiant. A pair of deep eyes were shining like flames as he looked at Jian Luo's picture. The same pretty little face was illuminated by the fire.

Qiao Rongan?

Wen Yikai felt angry after being robbed.His sharp sword-like eyes fell on those slender and well-knit hands, as if he wanted to cut them off in one go.

And the woman opposite Qiao Rongan danced gracefully with the crowd.Wen Yikai's clenched fist loosened.

The image of her dancing gracefully under the pomegranate tree appeared in her mind.

"Luoluo, in the future, you will become a dancer!"

"No! I want to be a writer, write down the most touching stories and make them into TV dramas."

"Then I'll be an investor."

The little girl with watery eyes and big eyes bent down and made a graceful bow.

"Then Jane Luo first thank you, Mr. President!"

Qiao Rong'an and Jian Luo turned around the bonfire, passing by Wen Yikai's side.Qiao Rongan clasped Jian Luo's small pale hands tightly with both hands, his eyes shone with a touch of tenderness, and fell on Jian Luo's delicate face.

Wen Yikai withdrew his thoughts, and his cold eyes stopped on the hands holding Jian Luo again. Just as Qiao Rongan passed by Wen Yikai's seat, Wen Yikai threw a branch in front of Wen Yikai's seat, and Qiao Rongan's jumping feet He stepped on the branch with one foot, pulled Jian Luo and fell to the ground unsteadily.

Wen Yikai's tall body stood up, stretched out his long arms and grabbed Jian Luo, whose body was tottering, and Jian Luo's whole body fell into Wen Yikai's arms.

"If you want to dance, you can't dance with others, and you can only dance with your husband!"

A magnetic voice with a hint of sour jealousy rang in Jian Luo's ear.Jian Luo raised her eyes, and met Wen Yikai's deep eyes with resentful little eyes.

"He is none other than my younger brother, 'Brother An'."

Jian Luo danced with the crowd, looking at the handsome man in front of him with a somewhat stiff and cute dancing posture.

"No one can do it! Qiao Rongan can't do it either!"

The red bonfire shone on his knife-like three-dimensional face, showing a kind of stubborn beauty.