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

"Well, you're not sick, and it's not good to be in the hospital all the time."

Shen Muyang repeated it in a very good temper, waiting patiently for Ruan Xiya's answer.

Ruan Xiya frowned, "Although what you said is true, Jingjia is still in the hospital, and it is convenient for me to stay here with her."

"So soft!"

As soon as the voice fell, another deep and mellow voice sounded. Ruan Xiya followed the voice and looked over, staring blankly at He Jingyuan who was wearing a high-end suit.

Just glanced at the clothes on He Jingyuan's body, Ruan Xiya's face darkened immediately, she frowned and stared at He Jingyuan, "Your injury hasn't healed yet, why did you change into the sick clothes and go out?"

Seeing that He Jingyuan didn't respond, she glared at Fu Yang behind He Jingyuan again, "Why don't you look at him, the injury is still not healed, and you let him be discharged from the hospital!"

Fu Yang twitched the corner of his mouth, feeling very wronged.

How dare he disobey Mr.'s order!
"come over!!!"

He Jingyuan looked deeply at Ruan Xiya, his tone was cold, with a domineering aura that could not be rejected.

It seemed that if Ruan Xiya couldn't pass, he would immediately pull her over by force.

Ruan Xiya pursed her lips and walked over cautiously.

He Jingyuan glanced at her coldly, and made a gesture to take off his coat.

Seeing He Jingyuan's actions, Ruan Xiya couldn't care less about anything else, and directly stepped forward and pressed He Jingyuan's hand.

As soon as his little hand was pressed on the back of He Jingyuan's hand, the back of He Jingyuan's hand suddenly turned over and he tightly grasped her hand.

Noticing He Jingyuan's movement, Ruan Xiya swallowed her saliva, and said cautiously: "Your back injury is still not healed, don't make such a big movement, what if the wound bursts!"

He Jingyuan remained silent without opening his mouth, his eyes fixed on the navy blue coat that Ruan Xiya was wearing.

A few seconds later, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket, picked up Ruan Xiya's jacket with his fingers and threw it on the ground.

"Fu Yang, go and order a batch of coats for Ruan Ruan immediately."

"Okay, sir."

Watching He Jingyuan throw away the handkerchief in a daze, Ruan Xiya was led by He Jingyuan in a daze and turned to walk towards the ward.

She stepped on something suddenly under her feet, she was stunned for a few seconds, and then looked down in disbelief.

Sure enough, she saw her heels stepping on Shen Muyang's coat, and there was already a vague shoe print on the houndstooth handkerchief on the coat.

She turned her head to look at He Jingyuan in shock, her lips trembled, but in the end she still didn't say a word, she just opened her eyes wide and looked back at Shen Muyang who had been silent behind her.

The man stood in the silent corridor wearing only a white shirt and vest, looking lonely and sad.

The four eyes met, and she saw obvious injuries from the bottom of Shen Muyang's eyes as no surprise.

Ruan Xiya paused, and subconsciously wanted to stop, but He Jingyuan let go of her hand suddenly, quickly put his arms around her waist, and led her into the ward quickly.

Her neck was so sore, Ruan Xiya helplessly withdrew her gaze, and followed He Jingyuan into the ward stiffly.

"boom……"

The door closed by itself, and the hand around her waist fell in response. He Jingyuan pursed his lips and walked to the sofa and sat down in silence.

Seeing this, Ruan Xiya, who originally wanted to reprimand He Jingyuan, swallowed the words on her lips, and walked over cautiously.

He Jingyuan sat on the sofa with a straight face, and didn't even move his eyelids when he heard the movement. Low air pressure was constantly released from his whole body, and Ruan Xiya shivered unconsciously due to the cold.