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

By the time He Jingyuan finished handling the work in hand, Ruan Xiya had already fallen asleep completely.

He Jingyuan turned off the computer, carefully lifted the quilt and lay down on the big bed.

Ruan Xiya, who was asleep, seemed to sense that he was on the bed, closed her eyes and arched and arched under the quilt, arched into his arms, skillfully found a comfortable position in his arms and fell asleep.

Looking at Ruan Xiya's flowing movements amusedly, He Jingyuan gently kissed her on the forehead, hugged Ruan Xiya tightly and fell into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning, Ruan Xiya's dazed palm touched a piece of warm chest, she rubbed it comfortably on the warm chest, and closed her eyes again.

As soon as she closed her eyes, she suddenly opened them again, and when she raised her head, she met He Jingyuan's deep eyes.

"How will you be here?

Ruan Xiya woke up completely, sat up from the bed quickly, rubbed her messy hair, turned her head to look at He Jingyuan with a smile on the corner of her mouth, and almost screamed.

"Do not you have to work?"

Seeing the shock in Ruan Xiya's eyes, He Jingyuan raised his eyebrows, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

"Fu Yang is back."

The implication is that someone has taken care of the company's affairs.

Ruan Xiya stared dumbfounded at He Jingyuan taking off the top of his pajamas right in front of her, blushing immediately and turned around not to look at He Jingyuan.

"You...can't you go to the bathroom to change?"

When He Jingyuan heard the words, his hands paused, and he looked sideways at Ruan Xiya.

Sunlight poured in through the gaps in the blinds, outlining the soft contours of Ruan Xiya's cheeks, and his eyes fell on her red ears that were about to bleed, He Jingyuan chuckled softly.

"Hehe Ruanruan, are you shy?"

"He Jingyuan! Can you be more serious!?"

Ruan Xiya raised her voice uncontrollably as she clutched the bed sheet under her body helplessly.

"Okay, I'll go to the bathroom to change."

Looking at the annoyed Ruan Xiya amusedly, He Jingyuan leaned over and took out the casual clothes from the suitcase, and walked into the bathroom with a smile.

Hearing the sound of closing the door, Ruan Xiya turned her head.

Rubbing her blushing cheeks, she secretly scolded herself for being worthless.

In the bathroom, He Jingyuan glanced at the sporadic scars on his back in the mirror from the corner of his eye, and put on his shirt nonchalantly.

After a simple wash, he wiped his face and walked out of the bathroom.

Mama Wu pushed open the door and walked in from the outside. Unsuspectingly, she confronted He Jingyuan head-on, and was taken aback for a moment.

After she saw that it was He Jingyuan who came out of the bathroom, she looked at the clothes in He Jingyuan's hands, and she was not feeling well.

"Pack up the clothes in the luggage."

He Jingyuan told Mama Wu expressionlessly, then turned around and walked to the side of the hospital bed.

Ruan Xiya looked helplessly at Wu Ma who followed He Jingyuan in a daze, met Wu Ma's probing eyes, and blushed in embarrassment.

"Cough cough..."

Hearing He Jingyuan's cough, Mama Wu finally came to her senses, put down the breakfast in her hand in a daze, and quickly packed the clothes in He Jingyuan's suitcase.

Seeing Mama Wu who was obviously absent-minded, Ruan Xiya didn't know how to explain to Mama Wu for a while, so she simply took her clothes and went into the bathroom, leaving the problem to He Jingyuan.

"Sir, you..."

As soon as the door slammed, Wu Ma immediately turned around to look at He Jingyuan, and asked suspiciously.