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

"It's over, it's over, shouldn't it be frightened and stupid!?"

Shen Jingjia rubbed Ruan Xiya's head, and looked at Ruan Xiya with an expression of "do you seem to be stupid?"

Speechlessly freeing her hair from Shen Jingjia's hands, Ruan Xiya said uncomfortably, "But I really don't want to take He Jingyuan's car."

Hearing this, Shen Jingjia sighed deeply in her heart, suddenly she didn't know how to comfort Ruan Xiya.

Father, like son.

As an authority figure, she could see that Ruan Xiya still liked He Jingyuan in her heart.

However, Shen Jingjia had a headache when she thought about the reception that Shen Muyang said before.

How good this is!

"Ruan Ruan, get in the car!"

He Jingyuan's voice suddenly came from behind, calling back the thoughts of the two who were contemplating.

Ruan Xiya nodded uncomfortably, and dragged Shen Jingjia, who had a tangled face, to bend over and get into the car.

Deliberately sitting directly on the side near the other car door, she put her hands on her knees, feeling a little nervous for no reason.

The car door next to him was suddenly opened from the outside, and He Jingyuan bowed and stood there, looking at Ruan Xiya with a smile.

Ruan Xiya: "..."

"Shia, move this way quickly."

Shen Jingjia, who wished to leave the manor immediately, betrayed Ruan Xiya very simply.

Reluctantly moved to the side, Ruan Xiya didn't stop until she leaned against Shen Jingjia's body.

Looking at Ruan Xiya, who was sitting in the car with a small face, serious and obedient, a smile flashed in He Jingyuan's eyes.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Abby who was still frozen inside the door, and He Jingyuan's eyes calmed down, and he bowed and sat in the car.

After the car door was closed, without He Jingyuan's instructions, the driver stepped on the accelerator, and the car drove away from the manor at high speed.

Shen Jingjia looked at Ruan Xiya who kept trying to squeeze herself with a bitter face, and then looked at the space between Ruan Xiya and He Jingyuan, which was so wide that two people could sit there, and twitched the corners of her mouth helplessly.

Alas, it was the single dog who got hurt.

Unaware that she had pushed Shen Jingjia out of the car, Ruan Xiya's nervous palms oozed a dense layer of sweat.

A strand of hair on his forehead suddenly slipped down, making his cheeks itchy.

Ruan Xiya lowered her eyes and couldn't help reaching out to straighten her hair.

The black shirt slid down to the forearm, revealing a tiny wound on the arm.

He Jingyuan, who had been paying attention to Ruan Xiya, narrowed his eyes slightly, and his gaze fell firmly on Ruan Xiya's bloodshot wound.

His face darkened in an instant, He Jingji grabbed Ruan Xiya's wrist, his eyes narrowed dangerously, and his voice was so cold that there was no trace of warmth.

"Did she hit you? Any other injuries?"

"what?"

Dizzy and blinking at He Jingyuan, Ruan Xiya cast her eyes down and glanced at her arm, looking at the wound on her arm with some surprise.

No wonder when she walked out of the bathroom after washing in the morning, she just touched the door with her arm, and she felt a sharp pain.

She thought it was because she bumped too hard, but it turned out that it was scratched.

Just as she was thinking, Shen Jingjia's anxious voice suddenly sounded in the carriage.

"What, Shia, are you injured? Where is the injury? Is it serious?"

Hearing this, Ruan Xiya rolled her eyes, gave He Jingyuan a hard look, and blamed him for making such a fuss.

"It's nothing, I just scratched my arm accidentally, and the wound is no longer bleeding."