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

"Oh, why didn't you be careful? Have you been to the hospital? Does it hurt?"

Wu Ma followed He Jingyuan into the bedroom nervously, poured a cup of hot water for Ruan Xiya and put it on the table, then quickly went to the bathroom to get a hot towel and handed it to He Jingyuan.

"Wipe your face and hands for Madam first."

Ruan Xiya originally wanted to change her clothes, but because she was kidnapped before, the clothes on her body were already stained with a lot of dust.

Who would have thought that before she opened her mouth, He Jingyuan would directly put her on the sofa in the bedroom.

"Mother Wu, I'll just come here, you go out and do your work first."

Hearing this, Wu Ma knew that the husband was driving her out.

She nodded reluctantly, looked at Ruan Xiya's body from head to toe, and after confirming that there should be no other injuries on Ruan Xiya's body, she was relieved.

Before going out, she told He Jingyuan uneasy, "Madam's clothes are quite dusty, sir, after you help Madam change her clothes, you can carry Madam to the bed. Anyway, the sofa is not as comfortable as a big bed. "

He Jingyuan pursed his lips and nodded, gently helping Ruan Xiya wipe the dust off her face and hands.

Seeing that although He Jingyuan's movements were young but fortunately not strong, Wu Ma left the master bedroom worriedly, and worriedly went to the kitchen to make soup.

As soon as the door was closed, Ruan Xiya blushed with embarrassment, and stretched out her hand to push He Jingyuan who was about to unbutton her.

"I can do it myself, I can."

He Jingyuan took a deep look at her with a sullen face, but he didn't stop the movement of his hands.

Seeing He Jingyuan's insistence, Ruan Xiya bit her lip, and closed her eyes in a frenzy.

After He Jingyuan helped her change her clothes, ignored her protest, wiped her body with a hot towel, and confirmed that there were no other wounds on her body, He Jingyuan changed her into pajamas.

Ruan Xiya's cheeks were already so red that she was about to bleed, and she looked helplessly at He Jingyuan who sat down beside the bed and refused to leave after covering her with the quilt.

The fingers under the quilt curled up a few times, she bit her lip, and said softly: "A Yuan...my memory has recovered."

After not hearing He Jingyuan speak for a long time, Ruan Xiya took a deep breath and turned to look at He Jingyuan.

As soon as she turned her head, she met He Jingyuan's deep eyes.

Seeing that He Jingyuan suddenly stood up and walked towards her, Ruan Xiya stammered, "You...what are you going to do?"

Walking to Ruan Xiya's side, He Jingyuan stretched out his hand to caress Ruan Xiya's cheek, and panic flashed across his eyes.

"Ruan Ruan...you..." Do you want to leave?
He Jingyuan couldn't say the second half of the sentence.

He opened his mouth, saw the panic and panic in Ruan Xiya's eyes, hooked his lips in a self-deprecating manner, and let out a low sigh.

"You were frightened today, go to sleep for a while first."

After finishing speaking, He Jingyuan helped her pull the quilt, turned and left the master bedroom.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Ruan Xiya bit her lip and sighed softly.

The memory suddenly recovered, like an ugly scar suddenly appeared on her arm, reminding her of what she had done to her in the past.

The past is sharp and extremely mean.

Ruan Xiya could no longer act like a baby to He Jingyuan in a relaxed and happy manner like before she regained her memory, and she even found it a bit difficult to be in the same room with He Jingyuan.