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

"Well, thank Auntie for me."

After taking a sip of the chicken soup, Ruan Xiya sighed contentedly, and asked casually, "What has Ah Yuan been up to lately?"

Her words stopped the maid from asking.

The maid froze for a moment, froze in place and thought for a while before shaking her head.

"I don't know either." After finishing speaking, the maid couldn't bear the disappointment in Ruan Xiya's eyes, and after deliberating in her heart, she added: "However, Mr. seems to be very busy these two days, so I won't be here for the time being." Will be back."

"Not coming back for a while?"

Ruan Xiya frowned, squeezed the spoon slightly, and her fingertips became whiter and whiter.

Noticing Ruan Xiya's actions, the maid thought that Ruan Xiya was upset, and immediately panicked, waving her hands hastily, "Actually, I don't know, ma'am, maybe sir will be back tonight."

Hearing this, Ruan Xiya was stunned, "It's okay, anyway, he won't come back, I'm used to eating alone."

Until Ruan Xiya had lunch, the maid didn't dare to speak again, for fear that if she said something wrong, it would make Ruan Xiya unhappy.

If the husband finds out about this, she might be fired!
Bored for a walk, Ruan Xiya curled up on the recliner, touched the fluff of the blanket covering her body, slowly closed her eyes, and thought about what excuse she would use to leave the villa.

Do you want to call He Jingyuan?

Just as he was thinking, there was a sudden roar of a car not far away, and immediately the atmosphere in the entire villa seemed to have changed.

The servant who was busy in the garden before lowered his head lower and lowered his movements more gently, trying not to make a sound.

Really not knowing how to face He Jingyuan's hypocritical face, Ruan Xiya lazily closed her eyes, pretending that she was already asleep.

Unclear footsteps sounded behind him, and the hands curled up under the blanket had long been clenched into fists. On the surface, Ruan Xiya didn't even reveal the slightest flaw in her breathing.

"So soft?"

The deep and mellow voice was unexpectedly soft, and the familiar woody fragrance came to the nostrils. Ruan Xiya's eyelashes trembled several times before she opened her eyes in a daze.

Pretending to be dazed and sitting up from the recliner, Ruan Xiya rubbed her eyes, and softly called out: "Ayuan..."

As soon as the words finished, He Jingyuan suddenly hugged her whole body, and she was so startled that she quickly put her arms around He Jingji's neck.

"Ayuan! What's wrong..."

Shrinking into He Jingyuan's arms in panic, Ruan Xiya shrank her body, and shrank into He Jingyuan's arms unconsciously.

He Jingyuan pursed his lips and glanced at Ruan Xiya's bare ankle, his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

The maid who was waiting respectfully at the door happened to see He Jingyuan's eyes and noticed that Ruan Xiya was barefoot. She was so shocked that her legs almost gave way and she knelt down.

God!

Why isn't madam wearing socks?
The husband specially called her before and asked her to remind his wife, but she seems to have... forgot...

The more she thought about it, the colder the maid's heart became, and she shivered a little.

Ruan Xiya poked her head out of He Jingyuan's arms, just in time to see the maid whose head was about to drop to the ground, and said worriedly, "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Hearing the undisguised concern in Ruan Xiya's tone, the maid's legs softened and she knelt down with a "plop".

"Go back to Madam...no...it's okay..."