A Long Way to Marriage: Ruan Shao's Replacement New Wife

West Elm threw the lost flower in the trash.

When they returned to the villa, West Elm felt that the plan to watch a movie today was probably for naught, so he thought about continuing to take snorkeling lessons.

But before she went upstairs, she saw Ruan Peichen. This time Ruan Peichen didn't have a box in his hand, but he was holding a shiny object.

West Elm took a look and couldn't help being stunned.

Ruan Peichen seems to have a ring in his palm...

Ruan Peichen walked up to Xiyu, took Xiyu's hand directly, and put the ring on his palm on Xiyu himself.

"The previous ring was made casually. You haven't worn it all the time. Is it the wrong size?"

West Elm thought about it. When she went to Ruan's house for the first time, Ruan Peichen asked Tang Ge to give her a ring, but she took off the ring after wearing it for two days. put on.

The ring was the right size, but it was not the same ring as Ruan Peichen's injured ring.

The lady's ring of the same style was kept by Ruan Peichen. Xiyu still remembered that on the wedding night, Ruan Peichen pulled the wedding ring off her hand indifferently and rudely.

Dongsang's wedding ring was a smaller size than West Elm's, and West Elm's hands were swollen for days after the ring was removed so hastily and rudely.

For some reason, feeling the cold ring on his ring finger, Xielm couldn't help but flinch his finger, wanting to avoid the ring out of habit.

But her hand was pinched by Ruan Peichen.

Sensing West Elm's resistance, Ruan Peichen narrowed his eyes slightly, with a faint cold light in his eyes, and asked West Elm: "I don't like this ring, or... the size is wrong? I remember that it was the right size."

West Elm felt uncomfortable, and curled his lips: "You haven't measured it, how do you know it's this size?"

After Xi Elm finished speaking, he felt a little regretful, feeling that he was over emotional.

The ring that Ruan Peichen asked Tang Ge to give before was the right size... Now that I think about it, how did he know the size of her finger?
Ruan Peichen grasped Xi Yu's slender and boneless white fingers, stretched out his hand, separated and crossed his fingers and inserted them between Xi Yu's five fingers, and then held Xi Yu's hand tightly.

Xielm's hand felt the pressure of being squeezed, she twitched her hand, and looked up at Ruan Peichen with a narrow smile.

He lowered his head and leaned into West Elm's ear, his tone was ambiguous and meaningful: "I've held your hand many times, of course I know the size..."

West Elm retorted, opened his mouth and said, "When did you shake my hand so many times?"

West Elm looked at Ruan Peichen with a pair of misty black eyes, puzzled, like attractive black crystals.

The corners of Ruan Peichen's lips curled slightly, he pulled West Elm over, stretched out his arms to hug him, and said, "Change our current position to lying on the bed, and think about it again, have I lied to you? Have I ever held your hand?" How many times?"

West Elm belatedly realized what Ruan Peichen meant by the so-called "holding", his cheeks blushed instantly, and he pushed Ruan Peichen angrily away, but accidentally bumped into the chair behind him, bent his knees, and sat directly at the dining table superior.

Ruan Peichen leaned over, put his hands on the edge of the table, and locked West Elm firmly between his arms.

"You seem to understand...Nie Xiyu, your face is very red."

"I... Ruan Peichen, you, you are not serious!"

West Elm stammered and lowered his head in disordered breathing.