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

Ruan Xiya: "..."

She really didn't expect that He Jingyuan would use the excuse she said before to block her.

After scolding He Jingyuan severely in her heart, Ruan Xiya smiled slightly.

"Thank you for your concern. I just took a break. I am in great health now!"

Not intending to get entangled with He Jingyuan, Ruan Xiya walked into the kitchen quickly, and deliberately closed the door to catch He Jingyuan's gaze.

After entering the kitchen, Ruan Xiya turned on the faucet, took out the vegetables from the bag and began to wash them.

Hearing the sound of water, Wu Ma casually put the bag on the table and turned her head to look over.

Seeing that Ruan Xiya was washing the vegetables, Mama Wu quickly walked to the vegetable sink and snatched the vegetables from Ruan Xiya's hand.

"Ma'am, I'll be fine, you go outside and wait."

Ruan Xiya casually took other dishes from the table to wash, a look of stubbornness flashed in her eyes.

"Mother Wu, you don't want to see me so much."

Seeing Ruan Xiya's insistence, Wu Ma smiled helplessly and did not stop Ruan Xiya.

Forget it.

The husband has agreed to let the wife cook, and there is no point in her refusing.

Besides, she hasn't seen Madam for a long time, and she really wants to talk to Madam more.

The atmosphere in the kitchen was very warm, Ruan Xiya slowly relaxed her body, smiled and talked to Wu Ma about what happened recently.

Cheerful laughter came from the kitchen.

He Jingyuan looked deeply at the closed kitchen door, and seemed to see Ruan Xiya's bright smiling face behind the door through the door.

The mobile phone on the table vibrated suddenly, he looked away, and answered the call coldly.

"Sir, Xie Mantong and Bai Zhenxuan have returned to China and just got off the plane!"

As soon as the words finished, He Jingyuan hung up the phone with a gloomy face.

……

After Wu Ma put the lunch on the table, Ruan Xiya had a soft smile on her lips.

He Jingyuan looked coldly at the smile on Ruan Xiya's mouth, narrowed his eyes slightly, went straight to the table and sat down.

Seeing He Jingyuan sitting down, Ruan Xiya got up and filled a bowl of soup and handed it to He Jingyuan.

"Didn't you say you want to drink chicken soup before? I boiled chicken soup in a pressure cooker. Would you like to try it?"

He Jingyuan lowered his eyes to look at the chicken soup with scallions floating in the small bowl, picked up a piece of pork ribs with his chopsticks, and ate it gracefully.

Seeing this, Ruan Xiya's hand holding the small bowl froze in mid-air.

After staying for a long time without seeing He Jingyuan pick him up, Ruan Xiya's eyes dimmed, she curled her fingers a few times, and retracted the small bowl in her hand.

Before the elbow could turn, the wrist was tightly grasped by He Jingyuan's cold hand.

She raised her head in astonishment, and slammed into He Jingyuan's eyes that seemed to have been poisoned, and her whole body shivered involuntarily.

Seeing He Jingyuan take the small bowl from her hand with a gloomy face, Ruan Xiya tightly pursed her lips.

"That...it doesn't matter if you don't want to drink..."

Before she finished speaking, Ruan Xiya froze in place after witnessing He Jingyuan's next actions.

The fragrant chicken soup was mercilessly poured by He Jingyuan into the trash can at her feet, a few drops of chicken soup splashed on her ankle, causing her to frown in pain.

Withdrawing her arms that were stiff in mid-air, Ruan Xiya tightly pressed her lips together, and sat with her back straight.

After pouring out the chicken soup in the small bowl, He Jingyuan cast a mocking glance at Ruan Xiya, picked it up with his fingertips, and the delicate porcelain bowl fell into the trash can.

The porcelain bowl hit the bottom of the trash can with a dull sound, as if a heavy hammer hit Ruan Xiya's heart, the pain made her eyes turn red instantly.

"why?……"

Why do this! ?
Obviously it was He Jingyuan who said he wanted to drink chicken soup, why did he treat her like this?

The curly eyelashes trembled slightly, Ruan Xiya sat on the chair, her fingers clasped the edge of the table tightly, her fingertips turned white.

"The chicken soup is not fresh, take it away!"

He Jingyuan didn't even look at the chicken soup on the table, and gave Wu Ma an order coldly.

Wu Ma froze for a moment, then looked at He Jingyuan in disbelief.

Her eyes touched the coldness in He Jingyuan's eyes, she shook her body, and looked at Ruan Xiya, who had red eyes and a gloomy expression, in embarrassment.

"lady……"

"What, did she bribe you?"

Hearing the sullenness in He Jingyuan's tone, Wu Ma shook her head, lowered her eyes and stopped looking at Ruan Xiya, and quickly took away the chicken soup on the table.

Ruan Xiya smiled self-deprecatingly, picked up the bowl, quietly picked up the rice in the bowl, and occasionally picked up the vegetables in front of the chopsticks.

He Jingyuan ate his meal with a gloomy face, without looking up at her again.

The atmosphere in the living room was almost suffocating.

Ruan Xiya glanced at He Jingyuan's gloomy face from the corner of her eye, feeling a little suspicious in her heart.

She clearly remembered that before she entered the kitchen, He Jingyuan's face was not so cold.

Why did He Jingyuan become like this as soon as she came out of the kitchen?

Thinking of the disgust and hatred she saw in He Jingyuan's eyes just now, Ruan Xiya's heart suddenly felt intense pain.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly heard a crisp sound, followed by the sound of a chair being dragged.

Ruan Xiya paused with the hand holding the rice, and immediately continued to eat the rice in the bowl.

Ruan Xiya didn't put down her chopsticks until she heard the sound of the master bedroom door closing, and looked at the dishes she cooked on the table without any trace of chopsticks, and the corner of her mouth curled up in a mocking arc.

Wu Ma, who was standing by the dining table, saw Ruan Xiya put down her chopsticks, her face was full of worry.

"Madam, you can eat some more. You have lost so much weight recently, you need to make up for it."

Hearing this, Ruan Xiya forced a smile, "I'm full, I can't eat anymore."

Wu Ma looked at Ruan Xiya who looked sad, and then at the closed door of the bedroom, and sighed deeply.

After sitting at the table for a long time, Ruan Xiya got up and left the table.

Pulling the suitcase next to the sofa, she randomly found a bedroom and walked in. Ruan Xiya threw herself on the big bed and closed her eyes tiredly.

As soon as he closed his eyes, He Jingyuan's hateful eyes appeared in his mind, and Ruan Xiya frowned.

Originally, the relationship between her and He Jingyuan should have ended long ago.

Unexpectedly, in just a few short months, she became He Jingyuan's enemy?

Opening her eyes and looking at the sunlight falling on the floor, she unconsciously fiddled with the sheets, twisting into a ball in distress.

After touching the mobile phone not far away, she turned on a TV, trying to drive away the messy thoughts in her mind.

Originally, she just turned on the TV at random, but she was attracted by the twists and turns and bizarre plots in the TV series, so she watched two episodes without knowing it.

When the TV was playing a critical moment, the door was suddenly kicked open from the outside.

"Bang..." came from behind her, she shivered, and subconsciously turned off the video on her phone.

Just sitting up from the bed, Ruan Xiya was covered by the thrown clothes.

Her vision was blocked by her clothes, and she couldn't see the people in the room, so she tore off her clothes in a panic.

"5 minutes, change your clothes!"

He Jingyuan took a deep look at Ruan Xiya, then turned and left the room.

Ruan Xiya lowered her eyes to look at the light blue dress in her hand, a little confused about what He Jingyuan wanted to do.