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

He Jingyuan calmly filled a bowl of porridge and handed it to Ruan Xiya, saying solemnly: "You are pregnant now, you should have a balanced nutrition, you can't be picky eaters, eat as much as you want."

Ruan Xiya took the porridge dumbfounded, stared blankly at the whole table of breakfast, blinked her big eyes and looked pitifully at He Jingyuan.

"So much... so much... I really can't finish it!"

Seeing Ruan Xiya like a frightened rabbit, He Jingyuan's eyes were full of smiles.

"I didn't tell you to eat all of them."

"That's good, that's good!" While eating porridge, Ruan Xiya muttered again: "Don't prepare so much in the future, it's too wasteful."

"it is good."

Hearing He Jingyuan's decisive answer, Ruan Xiya looked up at He Jingyuan in surprise, almost unable to believe that He Jingyuan could speak so easily.

Although there are many types of breakfast, the taste is very light. Ruan Xiya rarely ate more, and when she put down her chopsticks, she realized that she was full.

Touching her distended belly in disbelief, she slumped on the chair for a while, then got up quickly to go for a walk in the garden.

She was about to move, but He Jingyuan held her back, "I just had a full meal, where are you going?"

"Walking..." Ruan Xiya turned her head to look at He Jingyuan in a daze, and she could only add another sentence to He Jingyuan's worried gaze: "I'm too full to eat, I feel a little uncomfortable, I want to digest."

Hearing this, He Jingyuan was visibly relieved, looked up at the sunny garden outside, and waved for the maid to bring over a coat.

"It's windy outside, put on a coat before going."

"It's okay, the wind is not strong, I wear thick clothes, so I won't catch cold."

Somewhat shocked by He Jingyuan's carefulness, Ruan Xiya waved her hands indifferently, and was about to walk out.

After taking two steps, He Jingyuan grabbed his wrist again.

"Ruan Ruan, don't be willful!"

Ruan Xiya stood helplessly, took the coat brought by the maid, put it on, and then went out.

There was indeed a slight breeze in the garden, and the sun was shining on her body, Ruan Xiya sighed contentedly, if only there were no voices behind her...

"Replace all Madam's shoes with non-slip ones..."

"Okay, sir."

"Make more soup for Madam."

"Okay, sir."

Speechlessly pouted, Ruan Xiya stroked her forehead.

He Jingyuan's behavior this morning was so abnormal that she almost wondered if someone had impersonated this He Jingyuan.

However, although He Jingyuan's attitude was strange, he clearly cared about the child in her stomach and was very nervous about the child.

But... this child belongs to Shen Muyang!

Thinking of this fact, Ruan Xiya's eyes were a little sour for a moment.

If... If this child belonged to He Jingyuan, how wonderful it would be.

Shaking her head to shake off the unreliable thoughts in her mind, Ruan Xiya pursed her lips, walked lazily to the recliner and sat down.

As soon as she sat down, the phone rang, and the call was from Shen Muyang.

"Shia, the flight ticket is booked."

Ruan Xiya froze, "When?"

"Three days later." Shen Muyang paused, and continued: "You don't need to pack your things anymore, I have already packed them for you. The baby products I bought before have also been sent back to China."

Ruan Xiya pressed her fingers unconsciously on the armrest, and pursed her lips, "Mu Yang, thank you."

Hearing Ruan Xiya's thanks, Shen Muyang sighed softly.