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

A little bored, she threw the phone on the bedside table, Ruan Xiya shrank into the quilt, and turned off the light with the remote control.

The bedroom was suddenly dark, she opened her bright eyes and looked out of the window calmly.

Although she didn't know why He Jingyuan called her, she didn't plan to have any further entanglement with He Jingyuan.

Thinking of this, she pursed her lips, stretched out her fair hand from under the quilt, touched the phone, and blacked out all of He Jingyuan's contact information neatly.

After finishing all this, she threw away the phone casually, turned over on the big bed, closed her eyes and fell asleep slowly.

……

In the past two days, the wound on her shoulder can finally be removed.

Xie Mantong called a family doctor, helped her remove the stitches, and asked the doctor carefully to confirm that there would not be too many scars on Ruan Xiya's body before she felt relieved.

To her surprise, no news broke out after the auction, and she lived a very comfortable two days.

In the afternoon, Xie Mantong had a sudden whim and wanted to tidy up the garden himself.

Seeing Xie Mantong's high spirits, Ruan Xiya had no choice but to accompany her to pick and choose around the garden.

Looking at the movements, Xie Mantong obviously has research on this aspect, unlike her, who cuts completely randomly.

The phone in her pocket vibrated suddenly, Ruan Xiya put down the scissors as if she was saved, and took out the phone.

As soon as she glanced at the screen, she froze in place.

The phone number on the screen was very familiar. She once recited it number by number because she cared so much about that person.

As a result, now, with just a glance, you can tell who is on the other side of the phone.

However, she clearly remembered that she had blocked He Jingyuan's call before.

Why on earth is this person ran off from the blacklist again! ?
She frowned a little irritably, and was about to hang up the phone, but the person on the other side hung up the phone by herself.

Seeing that the phone finally returned to calm, she was deeply relieved in her heart.

Before he had time to put the phone back into his pocket, the phone in his palm vibrated twice again.

The text message was sent by He Jingyuan: "Ruan Ruan, I miss you very much."

The simple five words, like stones, easily caused ripples on Ruan Xiya's calm heart lake.

Her cheeks were a little flushed, and she directly pressed the phone and stuffed it into her pocket.

Looking up and seeing that Xie Mantong was still taking care of the garden seriously, Ruan Xiya took the scissors and continued pruning absent-mindedly.

"Ah, sister, what are you doing? Destroying flowers with hot hands!?"

Bai Wanrou's exclamation sounded not far away, and Ruan Xiya looked down, only to realize that she had cut off all the flowers, leaving only a bare leaf.

Xie Mantong turned his head to look at the scattered flowers on the ground when he heard the words, and twitched the corners of his mouth.

"Shia, what's on your mind?"

Ruan Xiya shook her head, apologetic, "Mom, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"Mom knows, let's go, go back to the room."

Xie Mantong rubbed her head, ordered the gardener to deal with it, and took Ruan Xiya back to the villa.

Just after washing her hands, Bai Wanrou, who was sitting on the sofa drinking tea, put down her cup and walked quickly to Xie Mantong's side.

"Mom, grandpa just called and said that he wants us to have dinner at night."

"Okay, got it."

Xie Mantong patted the back of Bai Wanrou's hand lightly, then turned around and smiled softly at Ruan Xiya.

"Shiya, go back to your room and change your clothes, mom will take you to see your grandfather."