Chapter 38

Looking at the back of Song Zehan leaving angrily, Ruan Shiyan was a little confused again.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"Could it be that he hasn't caught up yet? But with my brother's good looks and financial resources, it shouldn't be."

"Could it be... an ex-girlfriend?"

"Hey bro, wait for me!"

Hearing the sound of running behind, Song Zehan calmly slowed down.

But when Ruan Shiyan caught up with him with his hands on his waist, the first sentence he asked made him so angry that he wished to execute someone on the spot.

"Brother, which one is the correct answer, can you give me some feedback? How old are you, do you still need to cover up your relationship?"

"Although that Miss Yin is not very courageous, and her brain may need to be tested, she is good-looking, and she doesn't look bad-hearted. If you really like her, I won't dislike her as my sister-in-law."

"The TV dramas don't lie to me, your domineering president's favorite objects are really all those silly and sweet people."

Ruan Shiyan hurriedly followed Song Zehan's footsteps while chanting with a burning heart of gossip.

And it wasn't until she finished the last sentence that she realized that the place she was standing now seemed to be wrong.

She actually followed her brother into the bathroom?

And his brother stood in front of her, taking off his shirt without hesitation.

Ruan Shiyan: "..." She wanted to leave rationally, but her legs were a little uncontrollable, and her eyes were a little too honest.

Song Zehan tossed his coat aside, and slowly but aura approached Ruan Shiyan a step. He supported the sink next to her with one hand, lowered his head slightly, and stared into her eyes without blinking.

Ruan Shiyan was stunned for a few seconds, then took several steps back suddenly as if getting an electric shock.

Song Zehan didn't move forward, raised his right hand, and waved at her twice.

Together?
Ruan Shiyan finally couldn't bear the shock, turned and ran away covering her face.

Looking at the back of the person who was running away in a hurry, and recalling what she said just now, Song Zehan's temples hurt suddenly.

Silly.White.sweet.

She is quite stupid, and her skin is quite fair. As for Tian... She used to be Tian, ​​but now, every day when he is angry, he just wants to deal with her severely.

Ruan Shiyan returned to her room, washed her face with cold water, and returned to the restaurant after recovering for a while.

But she waited and waited for more than half an hour, but she still didn't see Song Zehan's figure.

Isn't her brother a big girl, taking a shower so slowly?
Did he... faint in the bathroom?

Impossible, her brother's body doesn't look like a person with hypoglycemia at all.

Ruan Shiyan was hesitating whether to go upstairs to have a look, and Zhang Ma, who felt that something was wrong, walked in.

"Miss, why haven't you eaten yet? Mister didn't come down either?"

"Hmm..." Ruan Shiyan nodded, "Mum Zhang, is my brother always taking a shower so slowly?"

"No, sir, the morning time is always very precise. Usually, it takes about 15 minutes from morning exercise to going back to the room to take a shower, and then to the restaurant for dinner. Today is a bit strange."

"..." No way... She woke up so early to have breakfast with her brother, but in the end...

Mama Zhang looked at her wife with a look of unrequited love, hid a smile, and gave today's assist.

"Miss, are you... have you made your husband angry?"

Ruan Shiyan bit her lower lip, thought for a while, and sighed faintly.

"Maybe... maybe a little bit..."

"Oh, that's not surprising. Whenever you made him angry before, he never came down to breakfast."

Each?

Is she so good at this kind of thing?

"Then...how did I do it before?"

"Every time you bring breakfast to the husband's room, and after an hour or two, the husband calms down."

"..."

"As for what you did in the room, I don't know."

(End of this chapter)

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