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

The warm wind and fingers gently passed through the hair, realizing that He Jingyuan was going to blow her hair, Ruan Xiya sat stiffly on the spot, obediently motionless.

He Jingyuan's movements were very gentle, and Ruan Xiya's eyes showed a touch of enjoyment.

The hands on her knees curled up a few times, her heart softened, and she blurted out the question: "A Yuan, do you have anything to say to me?"

"Ok?"

The buzzing sound of the hair dryer was relatively loud, and He Jingyuan vaguely saw Ruan Xiya move his mouth, turned off the hair dryer and looked down at Ruan Xiya.

Looking up to meet He Jingyuan's gaze, Ruan Xiya opened her mouth, but her throat seemed to be stuffed with cotton, and she couldn't utter a single syllable.

After a long time, she sighed and shook her head, then smiled self-deprecatingly.

"It's nothing."

Seeing Ruan Xiya's movements, He Jingyuan thought that his hand movements were too heavy, which hurt Ruan Xiya. When he dried his hair again, the strength of his hands became lighter and lighter.

Ruan Xiya sat obediently, allowing He Jingyuan to help her dry her hair, but she never mustered up the courage to ask again.

It's a pity that He Jingyuan didn't take the initiative to talk about the marriage until he finished drying his hair. He just carried her to the bed, covered her with the quilt, turned around, took her pajamas and went into the bathroom.

Ruan Xiya lay on the bed full of thoughts, her mind was full of thoughts of "Why didn't He Jingyuan say it?", but she didn't notice that it was the bathroom in her room that He Jingyuan entered.

It wasn't until she felt the mattress sag slightly in a daze, and then a warm body pressed against it, that she quickly bounced off the bed like a frightened rabbit.

"You...you..." Why are you sleeping here?

Before she could finish her sentence, she slammed into He Jingyuan's deep eyes, and swallowed the second half of the sentence back blankly.

"So scared?"

He Jingyuan stood up halfway, his deep eyes locked tightly on Ruan Xiya, his tone was cold, and he could not hear any emotion.

Ruan Xiya's heart felt a little terrified when He Jingyuan looked at her, she couldn't help but swallow her saliva, and shook her head stiffly.

"No...just..."

She paused, looked at He Jingyuan who was obviously unhappy, and thought about her words in her heart.

"Is the room not cleaned up? It's okay, just ask the servant to clean it up."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ruan Xiya wished she could bite off her tongue.

She was really pregnant for three years!

According to He Jingyuan's temperament, He Jingyuan would definitely be angry if he said that!
Sure enough, He Jingyuan's thin lips parted slightly, and he let out a low "hum", and when he put his elbows down, he lay flat on the bed very gracefully.

Ruan Xiya: "..."

After staring at He Jingyuan in silence for a long while, Ruan Xiya finally couldn't resist the invasion of sleep, and yawned loudly.

She could tell that He Jingyuan was determined to sleep in the same bed with her. She was also very desperate, but there was really nothing she could do.

It's just that she is pregnant with a child now, so she can't...

Ruan Xiya's cheeks were flushed, and she couldn't help covering her face with her hands, turning her back to He Jingyuan and shrunk into the quilt.

Hearing the sound of steady breathing behind her, she took several deep breaths, bit her lips, and said in a low voice: "Go to sleep, you can't move your hands and feet, I'm pregnant now!"

After finishing the words, he heard He Jingyuan's low chuckle behind him, Ruan Xiya's cheeks became more and more red, she bit her lip and shyly pulled the quilt to cover her face.

God!It's terrible!