Paranoid cold master's treasure

Chapter 117 She Was Pleased Again

Until returning to Song Garden, Ruan Shiyan was thinking about what Xiao Xing said to her.

The case has not progressed until the suspect is brought back, and her doubts are still unresolved.

Ruan Shiyan sighed, with a sad face, and walked into the villa in a daze.

But before he took a few steps, the light in front of him was blocked, and a pair of straight long legs appeared in his sight.

She stopped in her tracks, and when she looked up, she saw the familiar face of Hades.

Ruan Shiyan was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly stepped in front of Song Zehan, and opened her arms to hug his strong waist.

Then she just raised her head and raised the corners of her mouth at him, smiling sweetly.

Although there are still many doubts that have not been resolved, and there are many things that cannot be determined, at least she can be sure that the man in front of her is her legal husband, and he is a very good person to her.

For an average night, that's more than enough.

"I'm so hungry, let's go eat."

Song Zehan's breathing stagnated, and the corners of his slightly tensed lips unconsciously rose slightly following hers.

Obviously pleased by her initiative.

He looked at the delicate little face in front of him, pinched her chin decisively, and kissed her lips like a superficial kiss.

As long as she takes the initiative, he wants to eat first and then dessert more than dinner.

But seeing that she was not in high spirits and hungry when she came back, she suppressed all the worries in her heart, patted her little head, and took her hand to the restaurant.

This time, in order not to always sit on Song Zehan's lap when eating, Ruan Shiyan chose to drag the chair to his side, so close that it almost touched his chair.

This is convenient for someone to always feed and feed on a whim.

Seeing from a distance the young couple had regained their previous intimacy, Mama Zhang patted her chest and gave her long-lost auntie smile in relief.

After dinner, Song Zehan went to the study to continue working on his work, while Ruan Shiyan returned to the previous room according to the habits of the past few days.

It wasn't until she took a shower and was about to go to bed that she realized that she shouldn't be sleeping in this room anymore.

But... had this room really belonged to her?
If not, what happened to the letter she accidentally found before?

"No! It's so late, I can't think about it anymore."

Ruan Shiyan patted her cheek and slipped out of the room decisively.

As soon as he walked to the door of the master bedroom, he found that half of the door was open.

This man, knowing that she might have gone back to the wrong room, didn't look for her, but left half of the door waiting for her to find out the mistake.

But why does she have the feeling that she is about to throw herself into a trap?
Ruan Shiyan shook her head twice, put those weird thoughts behind her for a while, and walked in with firm steps.

Song Zehan leaned against the head of the bed, looking at the tablet computer in front of him expressionlessly, wondering what he was looking at again.

Forget it, that's fine too, it's better for her to sneak onto the bed than him to welcome her with a big fanfare, otherwise it would be too embarrassing.

Ruan Shiyan closed the door softly, and walked to the other side of the bed lightly.

But as soon as he lifted the quilt and lay down, a powerful arm came across his waist.

In the next second, she was brought over by the man and fell into that hot embrace.

Ruan Shiyan's body temperature was a little low, and she couldn't help shivering when the hot and cold alternated.

This person...was he really looking at the tablet just now?

she doubted.

"What... were you doing just now?" In this situation, she didn't dare to ask directly.

But she didn't say it clearly, but it doesn't mean that Song Zehan won't understand her little thoughts.

With a chuckle, he picked up the tablet again, passed his two arms across her body, and adjusted the tablet in his hand to an angle that he and Ruan Shiyan could see clearly at the same time.

Then, without even giving the slightest response, the white and slender fingers flipped through the screen again.

If it wasn't for this intimate gesture, Ruan Shiyan would almost believe his seriousness.

(End of this chapter)