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

"Shia, you really don't have to be so polite between us!"

Shen Muyang smiled wryly, and continued with some worry: "It's just, the most important thing is, He Jingyuan, will he let you go?"

Ruan Xiya was stunned for a few seconds, her curled eyelashes trembling slightly, she clenched her phone subconsciously.

She turned her head subconsciously and looked at He Jingyuan who was talking to the maid with his back turned to her, her tongue was extremely bitter.

After a long time, she answered Shen Muyang in a low voice: "You don't have to worry about this, I will take care of it."

After finishing speaking, Ruan Xiya hung up the phone directly.

Putting down the phone, she realized that the palm holding the phone was already covered with dense sweat, which was wet and sticky, making her uncomfortable.

Ruan Xiya was startled by the gradually clear sound of footsteps, subconsciously put her palms behind her back, and turned around with a white face to look at He Jingyuan who was walking against the light.

She had to admit that He Jingyuan's skin was really perfect, handsome and awe-inspiring with a kind of aloofness that rejected people thousands of miles away.

At this moment, the sun shone on his body, casting a layer of soft light on his usually cold figure, which made He Jingyuan feel a little warmer.

Ruan Xiya stared blankly at He Jingyuan getting closer and closer, and wanted to back away, but her feet seemed to be rooted and sprouted on the ground, and she couldn't move a step.

Sensitively capturing the undisguised amazement in Ruan Xiya's eyes, He Jingyuan curled his lips, feeling a little happy in his heart.

He stretched out his hand to help Ruan Xiya tidy up the broken hair around his ears, and just about to hold Ruan Xiya's hand behind his back, the wet and greasy touch of his fingertips made him frown.

Seeing that He Jingyuan's face changed instantly, Ruan Xiya took two steps back, subconsciously wanting to withdraw her hand.

As soon as he stood still, a pair of warm palms were suddenly placed on his forehead, "Fortunately, I don't have a fever."

After confirming that Ruan Xiya didn't have a fever, He Jingyuan heaved a sigh of relief, restrained the worry in his eyes, and lowered his eyes to help Ruan Xiya pull up his coat.

"Is it cold?"

Ruan Xiya blushed and shook her head, lowering her eyes in embarrassment.

The worry in He Jingyuan's eyes was too real. If she hadn't witnessed that scene with her own eyes yesterday, she would have been kept in the dark by He Jingyuan.

With a low sigh, she pursed her lips, secretly lamenting that He Jingyuan's acting skills are really superb!

No wonder, in China, so many women are flocking to him, wishing they could climb into his bed.

Seeing that Ruan Xiya's face was ruddy and nothing unusual, He Jingyuan took out a handkerchief and wiped off the sweat on her palm, and immediately clasped his fingers together, holding her hand tightly.

"Walk before it's cold."

After finishing speaking, He Jingyuan straightened his back, led her by the hand, and walked in the courtyard very satisfied.

Ruan Xiya followed He Jingyuan step by step, walking half a circle around the garden.

When Ruan Xiya was a little tired, He Jingyuan finally stopped, let go of her arm, and forced her to sit on the recliner.

Ruan Xiya twitched the corners of her mouth, and finally couldn't help but patted He Jingyuan's hand.

"I'm just pregnant, not sick!"

The girl stared at her accusingly with wide-eyed eyes, her pursed mouth was pink and soft, He Jingyuan squinted her eyes, and leaned over uncontrollably to stick it against her.

"Well……"

The touch on the lips was so real, Ruan Xiya pushed He Jingyuan with her eyes wide open in disbelief.

"Let go...uh..."

Ruan Xiya struggled too hard, He Jingyuan frowned, and let go of Ruan Xiya's lips.