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

Knowing that Ruan Xiya had gone back to the room, He Jingyuan was wearing a bathrobe and casually looked at the chicken noodle soup in front of him.

"Knock knock knock..."

There was a knock on the door, and Wu Ma hurried over to open the door in doubt.

Seeing that the person outside the door was Fu Yang, Mama Wu was stunned for a moment, and turned to let Fu Yang in.

Dragging two big suitcases in, Fu Yang respectfully said to He Jingyuan: "Madam told me to bring you clothes, shoes and pajamas."

He Jingyuan's eyes lit up when he heard Fu Yang's words, and a smile flashed across his eyes.

It seems that his softness still cares about him.

"Sir, where do you put your clothes?"

Hearing this, He Jingyuan looked at Wu Ma indifferently, waiting for Wu Ma's answer.

Mama Wu was stunned for a moment, and then said to Fu Yang: "The second bedroom has been cleaned all the time, it's very clean, let's put it in the second bedroom."

As she said that, Mama Wu quietly looked at He Jingyuan, fearing that He Jingyuan would get upset and lose his temper.

To her surprise, He Jingyuan stirred the chicken noodle soup in front of him, and remained silent without opening his mouth.

Noticing He Jingyuan's actions, Wu Ma smiled and said, "The chicken noodle soup is specially made for you by my wife. If it's not enough, there are still in the pot."

He Jingyuan paused with the hand holding the chopsticks, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he began to eat the noodles with big mouthfuls.

Seeing this, Mama Wu breathed a sigh of relief.

In the end, He Jingyuan ate the noodles left in the kitchen, and rubbed his stomach contentedly. He went back to his room and changed into his pajamas, then went to the living room, and sat down on the sofa.

Tuanzi, who was curled up on the sofa, saw He Jingyuan approaching, and jumped on He Jingyuan with a meow.

Helping the dumpling follow the hair expressionlessly, He Jingyuan looked back at Ruan Xiya's closed door, suddenly thought of something, got up with the dumpling in his arms and walked lightly outside Ruan Xiya's door.

After placing the dumpling at Ruan Xiya's door, He Jingyuan gestured to the dumpling to open the door.

Tuanzi tilted his head and looked at He Jingyuan curiously, and meowed twice in doubt.

Hearing Tuanzi's cry, He Jingyuan suddenly came back to his senses, and curled his lips mockingly.

Just when he was about to turn around and leave, Tuanzi jumped up suddenly, hung on the doorknob and spun around, the door slowly opened a crack, Tuanzi jumped down, and went straight in.

He Jingyuan: ...!
"Hey, little villain, why did you come in?"

"Meow……"

Hearing Ruan Xiya's affectionate address to Tuanzi, He Jingyuan squinted his eyes, pushed the door and walked into the room with a dark face.

Hearing the sound, Ruan Xiya stopped wiping her hair, and looked expressionlessly at He Jingyuan who pushed the door and strode in.

"If I remember correctly, the room prepared for Mr. He should be in the guest room."

He Jingyuan nodded very coldly, his eyes fell on the dumpling on the big bed, his face was cold, "Tuanzi suddenly ran in."

In other words, I'm here to hug the dumplings.

Ruan Xiya took a deep look at He Jingyuan, and suddenly understood what He Jingyuan meant.

I really didn't expect that the president of Qinghe Group would use a cat!

Thinking of this, Ruan Xiya couldn't help feeling a little funny.

"No, Tuanzi will sleep with me tonight."

Saying that, Ruan Xiya rubbed the dumpling's ears, and hugged the dumpling directly.

"Don't you think so, Xiaotuanzi?"

"Meow meow……"

Tuanzi meowed twice without knowing why, and stepped on Ruan Xiya's chest with her soft meaty paws.

Seeing Tuanzi's actions, He Jingyuan immediately became angry, strode forward, hugged Tuanzi, turned and left.