The sweet pet of a wealthy family: He Shao's substitute bride

While Jiang Ruoyue was designing a manuscript, someone knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

"Young Madam, Mr. He asked me to pick you up to Muxue Villa." It was Yang Ming.

Jiang Ruoyue was surprised.

When we arrived at Muxue Villa, it was getting dark, and He Yi was in a meeting.

Yang Ming handed Jiang Ruoyue a room card and asked her to go to the room to rest first.

Jiang Ruoyue opened the door and went in, looked around the luxurious suite, put down her luggage, opened the curtains, and was amazed by the beautiful snow scene outside, a world covered in silver.

The outside was beautiful, Jiang Ruoyue left the room and went outside.

She stepped on the snow and walked to a few bamboos covered with snow. She stretched out her hands and squeezed the cold snow on the bamboos. It was quite cold. Jiang Ruoyue picked up a little snow and tasted it. The coldness felt on her body. Tongue spread.

In the conference room of the hotel, He Yi announced, "The meeting is over."

The participants immediately packed up the meeting materials and left one after another. He Yi raised his wrist to check the time, Jiang Ruoyue should be here.

He Yi got up and went to the window, glanced outside, it was not snowing anymore.

Outside, a slender figure came into his sight. Jiang Ruoyue had black long straight black hair. She was wearing a white down jacket, snow boots, and a red towel today.

He Yi raised his eyebrows, isn't she afraid of the cold?He was actually playing in the snow.

Everything was silent, the phone vibrated suddenly from behind, Jiang Ruoyue turned her head, and He Yi was not far behind her, took out her phone and picked it up.

Jiang Ruoyue's bright and clear eyes flashed doubts, why is he here?He Yi also looked at her, and Jiang Ruoyue quickly averted her eyes. For some reason, she was afraid to meet his gaze every time.

Because she gets nervous.

When He Yi called, Jiang Ruoyue played with herself, stretched out a slender finger, poked a bag of snow on the bamboo, brushed it, and the bag of snow sprinkled down like a goddess scattering flowers.

Jiang Ruoyue played it a few more times, having a great time.

Accidentally, Jiang Ruoyue noticed that the man on the phone was frowning and staring at her while listening to the phone.

He Yi felt helpless towards Jiang Ruoyue, her fingers turned red from the cold, and she was still playing!

Ok?

What kind of eyes did he have, as if he was poking the snow here, like a fool playing with the snow.

Jiang Ruoyue drooped the corners of her mouth in displeasure, look, this person really has a guilty conscience, so he stopped looking at her now, turned his back to her, and listened to the phone.

He Yi didn't know that Jiang Ruoyue interpreted him frowning at the contents of the phone as frowning at her.

Jiang Ruoyue glanced at the top of He Yi station, there was a bamboo bent by the snow above his head, and the bamboo was covered with snow, Jiang Ruoyue thought of a plan.

She wants to rectify this man, hum, who made him show such contemptuous eyes to her.

Jiang Ruoyue walked over quietly, raised her feet wrapped in white snow boots, and was about to kick towards the bamboo tree.

Before kicking, she took a sneak peek, and found that He Yi was still listening to the phone without distraction. Jiang Ruoyue curled up her red lips. It's a pity that he was dressed so straight.

Jiang Ruoyue was about to run away immediately after kicking, but the style of painting was wrong, and the black snow was about to shake off, but she was precisely pulled into a wide, hot embrace.

"Oh, let me go." Jiang Ruoyue was anxious, she didn't want to get wet in the snow.

A low and magnetic voice whispered next to my ear, "Together."

This woman, thinking that he didn't notice and wanted to punish him, he had already heard the footsteps coming quietly behind her.

Brush la la, all the snow falls and melts in the skin, on the cheeks, on the shoulders.

Jiang Ruoyue was dumbfounded, she put herself in, and she was still wrapped in He Yi's palm.

Jiang Ruoyue turned her head, her sharp eyes glared angrily, and the broken hair on her forehead almost stood up in anger.

"you……"

He Yijun raised his eyebrows angrily, and with one movement, he turned the person in his arms to face him.

"Treat me, I'm very courageous."

Jiang Ruoyue felt that the position of her liver and gallbladder was covered by a big palm and pressed down.

"How do you know, it's not on the phone?"

Jiang Ruoyue asked unwillingly, biting her red lips with white tooth marks.

"Jiang Ruoyue, believe it or not, no matter how powerful you are, you can't escape from my palm?"

He Yi's handsome face reflected a confident and domineering light, and there was a slight smile on his perfect lips.

Jiang Ruoyue felt his heart was struck by lightning, his words vibrated beside his eardrums, and then slid to his chest.

After a few seconds, Jiang Ruoyue frowned immediately: "No way, you think you are the Tathagata Buddha."

He Yi leaned closer to her tender face, and smiled.

"The days are still long, let's try?" Jiang Ruoyue froze for a few seconds, her heart trembling uncontrollably.

He Yi lowered his eyes, he warmly grasped her delicate waist, she was like a delicate plum blossom in his palm for a while.