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

Ruan Xiya struggled in He Jingyuan's arms with flushed cheeks, and wrinkled her nose in disgust.

He Jingyuan didn't care about Ruan Xiya's movements at all, he still held her slender waist tightly, put his chin on her forehead, and chuckled softly.

A man's low and magnetic voice came from beside her ears, and Ruan Xiya's fair earlobes turned red instantly, she closed her eyes and simply stopped struggling.

Sensing that Ruan Xiya had gradually calmed down, He Jingyuan gently kissed her forehead and sighed deeply.

"Hey, I miss you so much."

He Jingyuan's tone was still very cold, but Ruan Xiya could hear a trace of fatigue strangely.

She raised her eyebrows in surprise, feeling a little complicated.

From being kidnapped by Mr. He to knowing that the bomb in the warehouse belonged to He Jingyuan; from her fleeing from city A and following Xie Mantong to city C; from the reunion at the reception.

Even though it was only a short period of time, she felt as if she hadn't seen He Jingyuan for a long, long time.

It's been a long time, and I haven't been held in his arms, and I have a good smell of the familiar smell on his body.

Both of them fell silent, and they didn't speak for a long time, but the atmosphere was not awkward, but rather ambiguous pink.

"Ruan Ruan, you belong to me!"

He Jingyuan was the first to break the silence, and his hands on Ruan Xiya's slender waist tightened slightly.

Ruan Xiya was startled by He Jingyuan's sudden oath-like words, and it took her a while to recover.

As soon as she woke up, she immediately pushed He Jingyuan away with a pale face.

"Mr. He, please respect yourself!"

Quickly throwing down a sentence, she was afraid that He Jingyuan would hold her back again, so she quickened her pace and left the garden.

When she was about to reach the hall, she slowed down and calmed down her rapid heartbeat.

He Jingyuan was indeed her poison, as soon as she got close to He Jingyuan, she lost all reason.

Knowing that Wanrou was in the kitchen, she hugged He Jingyuan carelessly, it was... so...

Tightly pursing her lips, she pricked up her ears to listen to the movement behind her, and after confirming that He Jingyuan hadn't followed, she breathed a sigh of relief.

I don't know why, obviously I should be thankful, but in the deepest part of my heart, there is a hint of loss and sadness faintly revealed.

Shaking her head to drive away the messy thoughts in her mind, she bit her lip and stepped into the hall.

Unexpectedly, Xie Mantong and Mr. Xie were not seen in the hall, Ruan Xiya looked upstairs suspiciously.

Seeing that the servants had already started to put dishes on the table, Ruan Xiya stood still for a while, then turned around and went upstairs.

Just walked outside the study door, before knocking on the door, Xie Mantong's angry voice suddenly came from the door.

"Why! Why should Shia's happiness be sacrificed! I don't agree! I can't agree!"

Hearing her own name unexpectedly, Ruan Xiya blinked suspiciously, and the hand beside her seemed to be falling with a heavy stone, unable to lift it up for a long time.

"Father knows that you love Shia, and Dad also likes Shia a child. But don't worry, I will definitely get the best result for Shia, and don't let Shia suffer any harm!"

"Dad, I really can't agree! It took me almost 20 years to find Xi Ya, and I haven't pampered her well. I really, really couldn't agree, so I just handed Xi Ya to He Jingyuan. Not to mention the incident many years ago, just because old man He dared to kidnap Xi Ya, it is impossible for me to hand Xi Ya over to him!"