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

She looked deeply at Fu Yang, curled up her hands hanging by her side a few times, turned around and left without saying anything after all.

The picture suddenly changed again, and she found herself standing in a place that was obviously a wedding.

She happily thought that she was going to marry He Jingyuan, but when she lowered her head, she realized that she was not wearing a wedding dress.

Suddenly there was cheering from the crowd behind her, she turned around stiffly, but saw He Jingyuan and Bai Wanrou who was holding Yanyan Yanyan's arms in He Jingyuan's arms.

She looked at the scene in front of her in disbelief, and she didn't quite understand why Shen Muyang's ex-fiancee would hold her A Yuan's arm.

She wanted to go forward to hold A Yuan, but found that her body seemed to be frozen in place, and she couldn't even move.

Seeing He Jingyuan showing a gentle smile to Bai Wanrou, Ruan Xiya was sweating anxiously.

"Ayuan! I'm here! I'm here, Ayuan!"

"Ruan Ruan, wake up, wake up, Ruan Ruan!"

Ruan Xiya struggled to open her eyes with He Jingyuan's soft voice, and saw He Jingyuan looking at her worriedly.

She sat up with red eyes, and threw herself directly into He Jingyuan's arms.

In the dream, the heart-piercing pain seemed to be still there, Ruan Xiya took several big mouthfuls of breath, but there was still a dense pain in her heart.

Sensing something obviously wrong with Ruan Xiya, He Jingyuan frowned, "Ruan Ruan, are you having nightmares again?"

"Nightmare?"

Asked suspiciously, Ruan Xiya withdrew from He Jingyuan's arms, looked around at the surrounding environment, then nodded, as if comforting herself, "Well, I'm having a nightmare, it's just a dream, it's just a dream .”

Looking at Ruan Xiya with red eyes and tears constantly falling from her eyes, He Jingyuan clenched his hands tightly, trying to comfort her, opened his mouth, but did not utter a single syllable.

Ruan Xiya didn't notice He Jingyuan's abnormality at all, and Ruan Xiya was still immersed in her own sadness, telling herself in her heart that what happened just now was just an abnormal nightmare, just a nightmare.

"Ruan Ruan, what did you dream about?"

Hearing He Jingyuan's voice, Ruan Xiya subconsciously said, "The wedding..."

After understanding what she said, Ruan Xiya looked up at He Jingyuan in a panic, and she saw He Jingyuan's gloomy face.

With red eyes, she grabbed He Jingyuan's hand in a panic, a little at a loss.

"No, it's just a nightmare, it's just a nightmare, right?"

He Jingyuan wanted to nod and say yes, but he knew very well that Ruan Xiya must have dreamed about the wedding between him and Bai Wanrou.

He opened his mouth, finally nodded against his will, and pulled Ruan Xiya into his arms.

"Okay, don't think about it anymore, do you want to go shopping with Shen Jingjia this afternoon?"

Ruan Xiya huddled in He Jingyuan's arms, and nodded upon hearing this.

"Now she's really afraid of seeing He Jingyuan. Whenever she sees He Jingyuan, she will think of the scene in her dream, and her heart hurts so much that it makes her suffocate."

Seeing Ruan Xiya nodding, He Jingyuan was visibly relieved.

After a long while, Ruan Xiya calmed down, and retreated from He Jingyuan's arms in embarrassment.

"I'll go wash up first, and then call Jingjia."

"Ah."

Watching Ruan Xiya walk into the bathroom with deep eyes, He Jingyuan rubbed the center of his brows tiredly.