Marriage of a wealthy family: the cold-blooded president lightly teases

The next day, Ruan Xiya woke up very early for no reason.

Opening her eyes and seeing a large expanse of honey-colored skin, Ruan Xiya blinked, unable to recover for a while.

What's happening here?
Could it be that the way you opened your eyes this morning was wrong?

Ruan Xiya closed her eyes for a while before opening them again.

The honey-colored skin was still in front of her eyes, Ruan Xiya looked up in a daze, and saw He Jingyuan's ridiculously handsome sleeping face.

Looking greedily at He Jingyuan's gentle sleeping face, Ruan Xiya couldn't bear to blink.

Ruan Xiya froze suddenly when her eyes slid across He Jingyuan's handsome face inch by inch, and landed on her neck.

Looking at the little red dot on He Jingyuan's neck in disbelief, Ruan Xiya reached out to touch it hesitantly.

"So soft?"

The man's deep and hoarse voice sounded, Ruan Xiya quickly put down her hands, blushed and lowered her eyes, not daring to look at He Jingyuan.

Immediately, Ruan Xiya thought of something again, and said quickly: "A Yuan, do you feel uncomfortable?"

"Huh?" He Jingyuan was still a little sleepy, rubbed Ruan Xiya's head, and with a strong hand, he directly hugged her into his arms again, "I'm so tired, I'll sleep again."

Feeling the warmth of her neck, Ruan Xiya shrank her neck subconsciously, and the temperature on her face continued to rise.

Ruan Xiya huddled in He Jingyuan's arms with a blushing face, and the sound of breathing in her ears gradually stabilized. Ruan Xiya closed her eyes and slowly fell asleep again.

When Ruan Xiya woke up again, she was the only one left on the huge bed.

After washing up, she opened the door and went out, only seeing Mama Wu in the living room, Ruan Xiya asked with some doubts, "Mama Wu, where is Ayuan?"

"Are you looking for me?"

The man's deep voice came from behind, Ruan Xiya turned around with a blushing face, and saw He Jingyuan looking like he had just exercised.

Looking at He Jingyuan's honey-colored neck without any red spots, Ruan Xiya scratched her head in doubt, only to see the sweat on He Jingyuan's forehead.

Frowning, Ruan Xiya worriedly said: "Your back injury is still not healed, how can you do strenuous exercise?"

Hearing this, He Jingyuan walked over quickly, with a smile on his lips, "Ruan Ruan, are you caring about me?"

The man seemed to be in a very good mood, and his words were full of smiles. Ruan Xiya was stunned, and subconsciously took two steps back, stammering: "After all, you were injured to protect me."

"Hehe..." Seeing Ruan Xiya's shy look, He Jingyuan chuckled lightly and rubbed Ruan Xiya's head, "It's just a little jog, it's fine."

After finishing speaking, He Jingyuan turned and went into the bedroom.

Ruan Xiya was shy in place for a while, then suddenly remembered something and went to the kitchen.

Just as Wu Ma was preparing breakfast, she thought that Ruan Xiya was asking about the millet porridge, so she said directly, "Madam, the millet porridge is ready."

Ruan Xiya didn't look at the millet porridge, but turned her eyes, hesitated for a while and said, "Mother Wu, did you have any ingredients that would make A Yuan allergic to last night's dinner?"

"Ah?" Wu Ma was taken aback for a moment, and then said anxiously, "Mister is allergic!? Impossible."

Unexpectedly, Wu Ma's reaction would be so intense, Ruan Xiya quickly waved her hands, and said uncertainly, "No... maybe."

"You girl, you scared me." Mama Wu wiped the sweat from her brow, washed her hands, and continued to tidy up the kitchen.

In fact, as soon as she finished speaking, Ruan Xiya was fooled into crying by herself.

Mama Wu has taken care of He Jingyuan for so many years, so it is impossible for the dinner to contain ingredients that He Jingyuan is allergic to.

However, when she woke up this morning, she clearly saw many small red spots on He Jingyuan's neck, which looked like symptoms of allergies.

But, strange to say, the little red spot on He Jingyuan's neck just now disappeared again.

Thinking of this, Ruan Xiya wondered if she had hallucinations before.

Shaking her head and dispelling the messy thoughts in her mind, Ruan Xiya helped Mama Wu take out breakfast and sat down at the dining table.

As soon as he sat down, He Jingyuan came out of the bedroom.

Ruan Xiya casually glanced at He Jingyuan's bald neck, and finally felt relieved.

After scooping up a bowl of millet porridge and handing it to He Jingyuan, Ruan Xiya reminded, "Mama Wu specially made millet porridge, drink it quickly to nourish your stomach."

Glancing at the fragrant millet porridge in the bowl, a smile flashed across He Jingyuan's eyes, "Okay."

Noticing the smile in He Jingyuan's eyes, Mama Wu also felt better, and said with a smile, "Madam said that Mr. had an upset stomach last night, and specifically told me to cook millet porridge today."

After speaking, Wu Ma hurried back to the kitchen, refusing to make light bulbs.

He Jingyuan raised his eyebrows, and looked at Ruan Xiya with a half-smile, "Oh? So that's the case?"

"Uh...you retched for a long time last night, so..." Ruan Xiya stirred the porridge in the bowl, her ears were so red that she was about to bleed.

"Hehe..." The man chuckled, he seemed to be in a very good mood, and had an extra bowl of millet porridge for breakfast.

In the afternoon, Fu Yang brought over a gift box and handed it to Ruan Xiya. Fu Yang and He Jingyuan went to the study again.

Ruan Xiya was lying on the sofa alone, staring at the gift box on the table, and unexpectedly felt that this scene was somewhat familiar.

Speaking of which, this should be the third dress that He Jingyuan gave her.

The first time, He Jingyuan sent a dress with a big leaky back, clearly wanting to see her joke; the second time, the dress He Jingyuan sent was indeed well-prepared, but in the end she still became a joke; Dare to open the gift box.

The gift box He Jingyuan sent was like a Pandora's box, and Ruan Xiya was really a little scared.

Carrying the gift box into the bedroom, Ruan Xiya simply out of sight and out of mind.

After dinner, He Jingyuan saw the untouched gift box in the bedroom.

Looking away, He Jingyuan said lightly: "The reception will be held tomorrow afternoon."

"Yeah." Ruan Xiya nodded, huddled under the quilt, wondering what she was thinking.

That night, He Jingyuan didn't ask Ruan Xiya to wash his hair for him.

Listening to the sound of rushing water in the bathroom, Ruan Xiya unexpectedly remembered He Jingyuan's strange reaction last night, and scratched her hair a little irritably.

She was still sleeping in He Jingyuan's arms, but Ruan Xiya didn't fall asleep for a long time, and fell asleep in a daze until the middle of the night.

The next day, when Ruan Xiya woke up, it was almost afternoon.

After washing up, Ruan Xiya opened the gift box.

Lying quietly in the box is a white dress with lovely puff sleeves, a big bow at the waist, and a light and irregular skirt like feathers, which looks soft and cute.

After changing clothes and having lunch, Ruan Xiya was taken directly to the Image Gallery by He Jingyuan.

After being numbly tossed by the hair stylist for two hours, when she left, Ruan Xiya was as relaxed as if she had been reborn.

Just after finishing everything and getting into the car, He Jingyuan's cell phone vibrated suddenly, and Ruan Xiya suddenly had an ominous premonition in her heart.