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

"Oh, I see."

Ruan Xiya restrained her smile, and responded somewhat perfunctorily.

Sensing Ruan Xiya's perfunctory, Shen Muyang smiled wryly and said a few more words before hanging up the phone with some reluctance.

Throwing the mobile phone on the bedside table casually, Ruan Xiya shrank into the quilt, rolling on the bed a little irritably.

Originally, City C was to avoid He Jingyuan and live a happy life.

Why does it feel like fate is like a wild horse that has run free, becoming more and more messy.

Especially Shen Muyang, a bastard who always dragged her to various receptions.

The phone on the bedside table was buzzing, she curled her lips, touched the phone and glanced at the time and place, then threw the phone back on the table without interest.

……

The day before the reception, Shen Muyang sent a dress as usual.

Different from the previous dresses, this time, what Shen Muyang sent over was a pure white long gauze dress, which looked very much like a wedding dress.

Ruan Xiya stared at the girl who brought the dress for a while, then twitched the corners of her mouth, and asked uncertainly: "Are you sure, there is no mistake?"

When asked by Ruan Xiya, the girl immediately opened her eyes wide, and looked at Ruan Xiya with some trepidation.

"Miss Shia... don't you like it?"

Ruan Xiya: "..."

I really don't know where Shen Muyang found the child, it's too cute.

Looking at the girl's bright and innocent big eyes, Ruan Xiya's heart softened into a ball, she was not willing to embarrass her, so she could only bitterly go back to the room holding the dresses that looked like twins in wedding dresses.

She really wanted to call and ask Shen Muyang if he was too busy and sent the wrong dress.

But after thinking about it carefully, I felt that maybe I was thinking too much, so I simply didn't bother to care about it.

The next day, Ruan Xiya watched numbly as the stylist and makeup artist rushed in, and obediently acted as a doll for more than two hours, allowing the makeup artist to fiddle with her face for a while.

After being completely free, Ruan Xiya yawned loudly, drank half a glass of water, and woke up completely.

The corners of her mouth twitched and she put on a pair of [-]cm stiletto heels. Ruan Xiya couldn't help but slow down her steps, for fear of accidentally breaking the heels.

As soon as she went downstairs, Ruan Xiya complained to Xie Mantong with a bitter face.

"Mom, take a quick look. I don't know what Brother Muyang thinks, but he will prepare such a pair of high shoes for me, and the heels are so thin, I'm afraid I'll break the heels!"

Xie Mantong was amused by Ruan Xiya's witty words and laughed out loud, and stepped forward to help her trim her hair with a smile.

"You, I usually ask you to wear high heels to practice more, but you don't."

As she said that, she helped Ruan Xiya straighten her skirt, seeing Ruan Xiya's grievance, she smiled lightly to comfort her.

"Okay, my Shia is so skinny, she won't break her heel, don't worry. Besides, I'll take a car to and fro, and there's not much to go to the reception, just bear with it and we'll get there!"

Hearing what Xie Mantong said, Ruan Xiya felt a lot better.

"Oh, that's why I hate drinking parties the most, if it's not for nothing..."

As she was speaking, seeing Xie Mantong suddenly raised her head, Ruan Xiya quickly stopped talking.

Blinking her big eyes innocently looking at Xie Mantong, trying to make Xie Mantong forget what she just said.

Unexpectedly, Xie Mantong was not confused by her at all, and took her hand and asked anxiously: "What's the matter? Is Wan Rou also going to the reception?"

Seeing that she couldn't hide it, Ruan Xiya could only nod obediently.