The first favorite of sweet marriage: President, honey kiss

Chapter 511 This woman hates him more than he thought and imagined

She answered it very casually, as if she was just talking casually along with his question, then raised her hand and pinched the center of her brow, and said with a smile, "Boss Jiang is really scary, he can even guess what other people are dreaming about."

Jiang Yunshen got used to her attitude, stopped talking, lifted the quilt and hugged the woman up, "Dinner is almost ready, I'll take you for a walk nearby after dinner."

Hua Rong closed her eyes and remained silent.

She really didn't have much strength, and she had a nightmare for an hour after taking a nap, and she was more tired than no sleep.

The psychological shadow and pressure this man put on her is really deeper than she imagined.

Jiang Yunshen carried her downstairs to eat, and after the meal, he pushed her wheelchair and took her for a walk in the garden of the villa. After the sky completely darkened, he carried her back to the second floor.

She said something to go to the study, and he took her to the study after pondering for a while.

Hua Rong took the book casually and opened it. He didn't hear him leave for about half a day, so he glanced sideways at him and said, "You don't mean to stay here and stare at me, do you?"

Jiang Yunshen withdrew his gaze, then raised his hand to look at his watch, "I'll come over at ten o'clock and take you back to take a bath."

Hua Rong turned her head back, looking down at the book.

Half a minute later, the door opened and closed, and the study returned to silence.

Huarong drove the wheelchair, and opened the white latticed floor-to-ceiling windows with both hands, and the cool summer breeze hit her face, which was so refreshing, as if the pores had been blown open.

When Jiang Yunshen came to take her to take a bath at ten o'clock, the first thing he saw when he opened the door of the study was not a woman's figure, but the curtains blown high by the wind.

The woman was sitting in a wheelchair, with her head bowed on the only wooden table on the balcony, her long hair was messed up by the wind, and fell over her shoulders on her back in an irregular manner. on the back of her hand.

It was so quiet, as if she could hear her even breathing from the low sound of the wind.

Jiang Yunshen didn't want to wake her up, but just as his hand touched her cheek, his pupils shrank in shock from the cold touch, and he gritted his teeth and called out her name in a low voice, "Hua Rong!"

The woman seemed to be frightened, her shoulders trembled and she sat up straight.

The book fell to the ground with her unconscious movement.

Her eyes were still unfocused, and her face was dazed, but there was a sense of uneasiness that had just come to a head.

Jiang Yunshen frowned, and an indescribable suffocation rose in his chest.

He bent down, picked up the book, and asked emotionally, "Why are you lying on the balcony to sleep? Your body is not well yet, and it is easy to catch cold when the cold wind blows."

Hua Rong had already regained her strength, she covered her face with one hand, and then put it down again.

She didn't answer his meaningless question, didn't look at him, turned the wheelchair by herself, and slid into the room.

Jiang Yunshen followed her immediately without raising his foot, still holding the book in his hand, standing still and watching her back.

He played back the appearance of her when she was awakened just now in his mind.

She suddenly recalled the tiredness on her face when she lowered her hair in a daze when she woke up from a nap in the afternoon.

These two scenes alternated back and forth before his eyes.

He suddenly realized very clearly that this woman hated him more than she showed, more than he thought and imagined.

Hua Rong returned to the bedroom by herself only to find that the man hadn't followed, and she didn't care. She went to get her pajamas and went into the bathroom to turn on the water.

She looked at the bathtub shrouded in white mist and thought for a while, before going back to the bedroom to get the crutch.

(End of this chapter)