Chapter 11： Contractual marriage (9)

Jiang Ruan: "!"

The woman blinked, and there was no expression on her plain white face, but she could see that she was pursing her beautiful cherry red lips slightly, and there were two shallow dimples on her cheeks.

As if afraid that Jiang Ruan would mind, Gu Xichao added, "Don't worry, it's just sleeping in the same bed."

His voice carries the unique magnetism of young men, it is deep and nice, and very clear, and it is as refreshing as ice and snow.

"Oh."

The woman nodded and replied slowly, looking a little cute.

... She was not comforted.

Jiang Ruan silently slandered in his heart.

There was a splash of water in the bathroom.

Jiang Ruanchao glanced at the bathroom and silently retracted his gaze.

Fortunately, she has already taken a shower.

Thinking about this, Jiang Ruan happily kicked his slippers and lay on the snow-white soft bed, in a big font.

Afterwards, she slowly stretched out her hand and half-branched her head, thinking rather depressed.

The thought of such a soft and comfortable bed is not hers alone.

She is annoying!

Jiang Ruan silently found a comfortable posture, then started the salted fish lying mode, and took a packet of potato chips on the bedside table, and started to click.

Don't ask her where the potato chips came from.

Since seeing the old man hiding chicken feet with pickled peppers in the room today, Jiang Ruan knew that the butler must have prepared a lot of snacks.

Then, she went to ask the butler for it.

Potato chips, chocolate, milk puff sticks, jelly, beef jerky, pickled chicken feet...

Sure enough, she got a big bag of snacks, Jiang Ruan thought happily.

She is such a genius.

Without knowing what was thinking, Jiang Ruan who was clicking on the potato chips suddenly froze, her movements froze there.

The woman's cherry red lips were still holding a slice of potato chips, but her fair and delicate face was a little cracked. Jiang Ruan stared at the direction of the bathroom with tears.

She, it seems, forgot, one thing.

Just after taking a shower, she seems to forget to put the bra away, and now it may be on the sink...

Jiang Ruan lowered his head silently and buried his head in the snow-white soft pillow.

Yes, I won’t see it...

She didn't know what she was thinking, but the bathroom door suddenly opened, and the slender man walked out.

Jiang Ruan immediately returned to a state of facial paralysis and smiling.

She raised her head slightly and looked at the person coming.

Seeing Gu Xichao's current appearance, Jiang Ruan couldn't help being stunned.

The man was wearing a black pajamas, and his belt was loosely tied around his waist, revealing a delicate and beautiful collarbone with a bright white color.

He didn't wear glasses, his delicate eyebrows were not blocked by lenses, and his beauty looked a bit sharp, different from the usual gentleness and coldness.

Perhaps it was because he just came out of the bathroom, the man's dark blue eyes were misted with mist, his thin lips crimson like a flower, and his cold white complexion was almost fascinating.

"..."

Jiang Ruan felt that he was going to be blind, and was blinded by the beauty of the country and the people.

She felt more and more that she might have been mentally retarded before.

Don't leave such a beautiful and beautiful husband, run outside to find those crooked melons.

Is there a brain hole? is not it?

Even if Gu Xichao gets colder, she doesn't have much affection with her, and she can't see her several times a year...

But just looking at this beautiful face, that's nothing.

But thinking of this, it has been a year since I married her, and Gu Xichao has never had a...emmm harmonious husband and wife life with her.

This made Jiang Ruan a little suspicious.

Is this guy a silver gun wax head? Doesn't work?

Thinking of this, Jiang Ruan quietly glanced at an indescribable part of the man.