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

"Have you dealt with it?"

Bending down and sitting in the car, He Jingyuan's deep eyes glanced at Fu Yang lightly, the corners of his eyes were slightly bent, with an obvious smile.

Fu Yang nodded and opened his mouth to say something, when the phone vibrated suddenly in the car.

He tilted his head and glanced at He Jingyuan, then shut up and remained silent.

The word "He Lao" danced on the phone screen, He Jingyuan's thin lips were tightly pursed, and a stern look flashed across his eyes.

His slender fingers tapped vaguely on the armrest, but the vibrating mobile phone was not picked up by the owner.

After buzzing for a long while, the phone finally quieted down.

Playing with the mobile phone in his hand, He Jingyuan tugged on his tie, "Go to the reception!"

Hearing this, the driver turned the steering wheel, and the car took a turn and sped towards the destination.

Fu Yang looked at He Jingyuan through the rearview mirror, moved his hand slightly, clicked on WeChat, and sent a message to Ying Er.

Fu Yang: "Sir, come here immediately and deal with those messy women!"

The phone screen lit up for a moment, and Fu Yang glanced down at the phone, then grinned and smiled silently.

Looking at the series of crying expressions on Yinger's face, it was really pitiful, and Fu Yang was rarely soft-hearted.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to intercede for Ying Er, unexpectedly, the mobile phone in the back seat, which had been quiet for a while, buzzed again.

Immediately swallowing the words he hadn't said yet, Fu Yang thought viciously, this is the destiny, and the destiny cannot be violated.

Thinking about it, he sent Ying Er an indifferent expression in a very good mood.

……

In the banquet hall, the atmosphere was lively, and it was the busiest time.

Ruan Xiya huddled on the sofa in the corner, her mind was full of the incident of meeting He Jingyuan in the garden before, and she was upset.

Taking a glass of champagne casually and drinking it up, she frowned irritably.

"Hey, isn't this Miss Ruan, why are you drinking alone here?"

The man's frivolous but somewhat familiar voice sounded in her ears, Ruan Xiya looked over in disgust, only then did she realize that Zhong Cheng was already sitting beside her.

She moved to the side with a cold face, and after confirming that there was a relatively large distance between Zhongcheng and Zhongcheng, she opened her mouth coldly.

"Mr. Zhong really likes banquets!"

Not paying attention to Ruan Xiya's ridicule, Zhong Cheng drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp, sticking out his tongue and licking the corners of his lips as if he still had something to say.

Seeing Zhong Cheng's actions, Ruan Xiya frowned in disgust, and suddenly felt a little nauseous.

Although she doesn't like socializing like a butterfly floating around in the crowd, she would rather socialize with those strangers than staying alone with Zhong Cheng.

Thinking of this, Ruan Xiya stood up holding her handbag, stroked the non-existent folds of her skirt, and straightened her back into the crowd.

Watching Ruan Xiya avoid leaving, Zhong Cheng squinted his eyes, reached out to pick up the half glass of champagne that Ruan Xiya hadn't finished, turned the glass, and saw a light lip print on the glass as he wished.

A wretched smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, Zhong Cheng put his lip marks on his lips with some intoxication, and drank the remaining champagne in the wine glass.

Ruan Xiya turned her head irritably, following a line of sight that seemed to be invisible behind her, just in time to see Zhong Cheng squinting at her, slamming her lips.

Ruan Xiya stroked her forehead disgustingly, clenched the glass in her hand tightly, thinking how far away she must be when she saw Zhongcheng in the future.

It's disgusting!