Married into a rich and powerful family [Transmigration Book]

Ash Han's shadow was drawn away from him in an instant, leaving only an ordinary staff member standing in front of him, "Teacher Ruan? Teacher Ruan?"

Ruan Jiao was covered in cold sweat, turned his head and sneezed several times due to the cold, shook his head in disbelief, could it be that it was just a hallucination?

He posed for a photo with the staff with a numb face, suddenly increased his strength, and slapped the opponent's shoulder with a palm, and a tiny electric current shot through his body.

The man was unprepared, and was shot flying out. Fortunately, there were many people busy dismantling the camera track behind him, and they stopped him in a hurry. They thought he had slipped while they were busy.

Ruan Jiao raised his forehead, he felt a little dazed after accidents happened one after another, and almost shed tears of happiness and bewilderment.

Coming down from the mountain, Ruan Jiaoguang, who was frightened by the cold, caught a cold. After drinking the medicine, he slept under the quilt for a whole day and still couldn't get up.

The director gave him a vacation, and took Song Qixuan and Hao Ling up the mountain again, leaving Han Xi who had nothing to do.

Ruan Jiao was almost healed, lying on the bed, sweating profusely, with a thermometer in his mouth, turning his head at 45 degrees brightly and sadly, tearing up his clothes to take a selfie, then repaired two cat ears for the photo, put a dreamy aperture on it, and posted To Chu Yu.

Chu Yu was listening to the audit arrangement of the subsidiary company. His mobile phone vibrated several times. He looked down. Some people thought he was looking at pornographic pictures. Scarlet, with a thermometer in her mouth...

Little Daddy: Brother, I have a fever. _

Chu Yu buckled the phone and signaled to continue the report. The more he listened, the more itchy he felt in his heart. After a while, he picked up the phone solemnly and replied solemnly.

Chu Bawang: The cat takes the temperature, but the thermometer is not in the mouth...

Ruan Jiao, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed with his mobile phone in his hand, recalled this sentence, and suddenly blushed. He just took shamelessness as a meal, and at this moment, his heart was filled with endless ellipses. This... Who is molesting whom?

"Ding" the teleprompter rang suddenly.

【Master, no matter how indifferent a man is, the temperature of the chrysanthemum is always warm!come on! 】

Ruan Jiao was lying in his heart, and shouted into the air: "Get lost—"

Han Xi, who just entered the door with a troublesome look on his face, was stunned.

"Ruan Jiaojiao, haven't you played yet? Are you okay?" Han Xi took three steps back, keeping a safe distance from him.

"Young master, don't make trouble today, be careful I will beat you up." Ruan Jiao, who was molested by science, looked unhappy.

"Come on, I can't beat you, but let me tell you, I dream about beating you to tears!" Han Xi took two steps back not to be outdone.

Ruan Jiao snorted coldly, too lazy to argue with him, thinking: "No matter how handsome you are, you are still a sand sculpture."

"Hey, there is a mountain god grandma temple here. I heard people say it is very spiritual. You see, we are so unlucky. Do you want to worship?" Han Xi asked him while sitting at the end of the bed.

"Who are we with you? Come on, it's contagious from the mentally retarded." Ruan Jiao pulled out the quilt from under his buttocks, "Besides, do you know what the mountain gods here pray for best? Wait for Xi to become a father!"

Han Xi angrily said, "I, I, I can't say no to you, I'll go myself!"

After seeing off the foolish young master Han, Ruan Jiao lay down with big characters, the shadow of Ash Han lingering in his mind.

Recently, he has basically figured out the routine of OOC punishment. The closer the relationship with Chu Yu, the higher the OOC punishment alone. In the public scene of many people, it seems that only those who violate the current worldview will be punished.

Just as he was struggling with Ash Han and OOC, Chu Yu's call came in.

"Brother, I'm sick and still have a fever." Ruan Jiao plunged into the quilt and said in a low voice.

"Take medicine, drink water, and sleep." President Chu Ba walked out of the conference room, "Tsk, don't take random photos if you have nothing to do, someday... what if you lost your phone?"

"I'm sick, if you don't coax me, you still beat me." Ruan Jiao read through the teleprompter.

Chu Yu was speechless for a while, and after thinking about it, she said, "Then... shall I coax you to sleep?"

Ruan Jiao, who was bored flipping through the script, was surprised that even the teleprompter was half a beat slow, and it took a long time to type out a good word.

Ruan Jiao, who was a little excited and curious, lay down with a sense of ritual, covered the quilt, even smoothed the corners of the quilt, turned on the phone hands-free, closed his eyes beautifully, and everything was ready.

Chu Yu's deep and charming voice came from the phone: "Man's spirit is so clear, but his heart disturbs him; his heart is so quiet, and he wants to hold him. You can often let go of your desire, and your heart will be quiet, and your heart will be clear, and your spirit will be clear ..."

Ruan Jiao: "..."

President Chu Ba walked in the quiet corridor, reciting the "Taishang Qingjing Jing" frantically into the phone, and the little secretary who met him face to face was terrified.

Jiang Mi, who was following behind him, had a calm face and despair in his heart, and finally sent him to the office and knocked on the door, finally allowing him to suffer from illness alone.

Ruan Jiao covered his face and almost shed tears of collapse.

The teleprompter cursor jumped.

【Master, you seem to have encountered a chaste and fierce man. 】

"Brother..." Ruan Jiao interrupted him weakly.

"What's wrong? Still don't want to sleep?" Chu Yu frowned, why is it so difficult?

Ruan Jiao took a deep breath, "I don't want to sleep, I just want to cover your mouth with my mouth!"

Chu Yu almost missed the phone, looking around in the empty office, "What's going on? Go to sleep!" After speaking, he cut off the phone like putting out a fire.

Why is he always being teased by this little bastard? He couldn't help but want to eat it before he raised Ruan Jiao into a shiny golden ginseng doll.

No, no, refuse the temptation, use the self-control you are proud of for 30 years, waiting is the most beautiful process, you can Chu Yu, you are not only wanting to sleep with him, you are developing a perfect partner .

Chu Yu started self-hypnosis, and it took a long time before he laughed at himself. Ruan Jiao could finish filming about a year ago, it seems that he has to beat Guangyao, step up to arrange new and good plays, so that he can go faster and farther.

Ruan Jiao, who taunted Chu Yu about Dafa with the teleprompter, would probably faint on the bed if he knew that Chu's father would push his career forward by more than 200 meters.

Under the torment of the cold medicine, Ruan Jiao slept until noon, and a light snow fell outside the window again, swaying and falling slowly.

Ruan Jiao opened the phone album, it was a domineering face, with three points of abusiveness and seven points of disdain, and the tight lip line left slight traces of meanness, as if the next second the words spoken could kill people alive.Ink-black hair lined with a white clothes, fine snow covered the sky, behind the lingering mist is the abyss.

After hesitating for a long time, he accidentally sent this photo to Chu Yu, and suddenly woke up, it was too late to cancel it.

Ruan Jiao brushed his thumb across the screen where there was no reply, the drama in the book is fake, but the characters in the drama are real, Chu Yu, this is the real me.

However, Ruan Jiao, the demon king in street stall literature, is always rather dubious, and his melancholy is usually only for three seconds. After three seconds, he is carrying a change of clothes, humming an out-of-tune song, and preparing to take a bath happily.

He walked to the bathroom door, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a note embedded in the crack of the door?

On the two-finger-wide paper, there was a line of extremely ugly words deliberately crooked: Han Xi is in my hand, see you at the back door of the hotel.

"Young Master, you are really good, Dad, I don't want to play with you today." Ruan Jiao knew at a glance that it was Han Xi's prank, flipped the note, and went in to take a bath leisurely.

After taking a bath and eating, Ruan Jiao, who tidied himself up neatly, looked out the window at the gloomy sky and the fluttering snowflakes, young master...has he been there for too long?