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

"I" didn't come up with a reason for a long time, and didn't get Ruan Xiya's answer, He Jingyuan's eyes were bloodshot, he reached out and grabbed her chin forcefully, forcing her to look up.

The four eyes met, the sinisterness in He Jingyuan's eyes was extremely clear, Ruan Xiya shivered, looked at He Jingyuan with red eyes, and didn't say a word for a long time.

"Why? Hmm? How can you be so cruel!?"

He Jingyuan's strength was abnormally strong, Ruan Xiya struggled desperately but couldn't open her jaw, and He Jingyuan pinched her chin tightly again, the pain made her eyes moist instantly.

"A Yuan, I..."

The girl's voice was soft and glutinous, her eyes were red and swollen, He Jingyuan's heart softened, but his eyes fell on the girl's bloodless lips, and his eyes became more and more cold, "Ruan Xiya, you... just hate me so much? Huh?"

He Jingyuan's tone was cold, without any warmth, Ruan Xiya's tears fell instantly.

Her heart felt as if someone had grabbed her tightly, and she could hardly breathe due to the pain.She was really afraid, afraid that He Jingyuan would know, and she really didn't want to be so selfish to get rid of this child.

But...but...

Seeing that his husband lost control, Fu Yang glanced at Ruan Xiya, suddenly thought of something, turned and walked into the operating room.

The corridor was very quiet, with her calf pressed against the cold seat, Ruan Xiya felt that her jaw was about to be crushed by He Jingyuan, but she gradually gave up struggling.

Big tears fell from the eye sockets and dripped on the back of He Jingyuan's hands. The scorching temperature instantly dyed He Jingyuan's eyes red.

"I'm sorry... A Yuan... I'm sorry..."

Crying aggrievedly, Ruan Xiya pulled He Jingyuan's clothes weakly with her small hands, her thin face was helpless and confused.

Seeing Ruan Xiya like this, He Jingyuan's heart ached so much that he let out a low sigh and slowly let go of his hand.

As soon as he withdrew his hand, the weeping Ruan Xiya threw herself into his arms, hugging He Jingyuan's thin waist.

He Jingyuan was a little confused by Ruan Xiya's sudden movement, and patted Ruan Xiya's back with red eyes, "Why are you crying?"

Ruan Xiya choked back into He Jingyuan's arms, opened her mouth, and didn't say a word for a long time.

On the other hand, He Jingyuan pursed his thin lips tightly. He suddenly thought of something, and his palm suddenly became cold. He quickly pushed Ruan Xiya away, and looked directly into Ruan Xiya's eyes, "You... had surgery?"

Ruan Xiya looked up at He Jingyuan with tears in her eyes, and subconsciously shook her head, "No...no..."

After the words fell, she was hugged into He Jingyuan's arms again.

"It's fine if you don't, it's fine if you don't!"

Hearing He Jingyuan's words, Ruan Xiya was completely stunned.

She opened her mouth slightly, and looked up at He Jingyuan in a daze, her eyes full of doubts.

He Jingyuan's eyes were red, and there was a smile in his eyes, and his big hand gently stroked the top of Ruan Xiya's head.

"If not, why are you crying?"

"what?"

Ruan Xiya was still a little confused and didn't understand what He Jingyuan meant.

She tightly clutched the corner of He Jingyuan's clothes, looked at He Jingyuan with red eyes, and crystal tears kept falling from the corners of her eyes.

Seeing that Ruan Xiya's expression was still not very good, He Jingyuan squinted his eyes, and suddenly reached out to pinch Ruan Xiya's chin, "Why, you still want to kill this child?"

Thinking of the scene she experienced in the operating room before, Ruan Xiya blinked and shook her head quickly, "No, no..."