When Yan Chuyan said this, he also remembered the high heels of those models that he saw when he was passing the backstage today, not to mention ten centimeters, and Jiang Ruan was wearing those high heels, walked the show, and even stood on the stage. For at least half an hour.
His complexion became worse, and his expression was somewhat depressed.
Jiang Ruan became even more cautious in his breathing, and then curled his lips. Didn't he know that he could not wear high heels because of a fractured bone? But the situation at that time was too late to choose by myself.
"Ah! It hurts! It hurts! You lighten it, hiss—"
When Yan Chuyan grabbed his ankle, Jiang Ruan took a breath of cold air in an instant, and then tightly grasped Yan Chuyan's arm.
Yan Chuyan sneered, then looked at Jiang Ruan, "I still know the pain, I thought you don't want your feet anymore."
Jiang Ruan lowered his head, his voice a little aggrieved.
"This can't be all to blame on me. Who made the model slap her feet at that time? If I don't make it, who else can make it? I can't help it, you think I want to?"
Yan Chuyan frowned with dissatisfaction, "This matter is basically solved. There are so many models left on display here. Just pull one up. There is no need for you to go up the show in person. What's more, if If you call me earlier and let me know, this matter will be handled quickly, and there is no need to delay."
I have almost never heard Yan Chuyan say such a long passage. Jiang Ruan opened his mouth, and then replied a little annoyed: "At that time, the situation was urgent. Where would I want so much? Can't blame me, besides, am I okay?"
The corners of Yan Chuyan's mouth twitched stiffly. What is an emergency? Obviously, Jiang Ruan never thought of himself from the beginning to the end, and never thought of relying on himself, so he didn't think of contacting himself to deal with it. this matter.
Yan Chuyan thought more clearly than anyone, and knew that Jiang Ruan's feelings for him were not obvious at this moment, or even none, so he couldn't force Jiang Ruan, he could only sigh lowly in his heart.
But I still have to give Jiang Ruan a lesson. Taking the medicinal oil from the medicine box, Yan Chuyan first poured it on his palm, and then pressed Jiang Ruan’s ankle with his palm. Jiang Ruan shouted directly. When he got up, his nails caught Yan Chuyan's arm.
"It hurts, can you not take the medicine, or you move lightly."
Tears ooze from Jiang Ruan's painful eyes, coupled with staring at Yan Chuyan so tightly, made Yan Chuyan's body stiff, but the next second, Yan Chuyan snorted coldly.
"You will remember the pain if you know it. I will endure the pain. If this medicated oil is not rubbed into the bones, it will be in vain."
In this way, Yan Chuyan rubbed Jiang Ruan's ankle without pity, Jiang Ruan could only grit his teeth to prevent him from making a sound, lest Yan Chuyan laughed at him again.
In my heart, I complained very much about Yan Chuyan. It was clear that this matter was not my own business. If I messed up the jewelry exhibition this time, I might still point out how much loss it would bring to the Yan Group. That's why I did this. It was done for the good of the Yan Group, but Yan Chuyan blamed himself here.
The more he thought about it, the more upset he became. Jiang Ruan didn't even give Yan Chuyan a good look at the back, and he was arrogant.
Fortunately, Yan Chuyan did not take it to heart. In his opinion, Jiang Ruan could not be used to this woman. She just didn’t stare at her a little bit. She dared to wear a ten-centimeter dress when she knew her ankle was cracked. High heels go to the catwalk.
But in the end watching Jiang Ruan leaning on the sofa with a decadent expression, Yan Chuyan still couldn't bear to call his mother over, and made people make soup.
It wasn't until Mrs. Yan arrived, that the relationship between the two people improved. After all, they still have to behave in front of the old lady, right
And Mrs. Yan also followed Mrs. Yan to the two people's villa.
Knowing that the two had announced the news of their marriage, the two elders were very happy, and Mrs. Yan took Jiang Ruan's hand again and again, and said excitedly: "I finally waited until the day you made it public. A Ruan, you It doesn't matter, so are you. Since you are in poor health, don't you go to the show? Why do you have to do this? Our Yan family's daughter-in-law must learn to enjoy life."
Jiang Ruan was also grateful for this time, Mrs. Yan took care of herself so hard, so she also smiled faintly from the bottom of her heart.
"Mom, I didn't work hard at all. Besides, if I didn't show up in this show, the Yan Group would suffer a loss. Would you bear to watch Ayan afterwards?"
Mrs. Yan took a sip, and then looked at Jiang Ruan jokingly, "Yes, I, I can’t talk about you anymore. Knowing that A Ruan, you feel sorry for A Yan. As long as your husband and wife have a good relationship, I’m nothing. It can be said, but you still have to take care of yourself. No matter how important the job is, it is not as important as the body."
The two people stayed in the living room and said something self-conscious, which made Mrs. Yan laugh again and again.
In the study, the atmosphere between Old Man Yan and Yan Chuyan was also extremely harmonious. Father and son were playing chess, and Old Man Yan asked unexpectedly.
"You did this on purpose, right."
Yan Chuyan nodded, his face was not guilty. But the old man laughed out loud, then patted Yan Chuyan's shoulder with his hand.
"I just said that without your permission, how dare those news media keep reporting like this, you kid, really...have my style back then, it's okay."
Yan Chuyan held a chess piece with his fingers, and then landed on the chessboard. It seemed that he didn't react much to what Elder Yan said, "It's you."
Elder Yan was about to say something, frowned, and laughed again after seeing the location of the chess piece that Yan Chuyan had dropped. This Yan Chuyan was obviously no longer absent-minded. He was originally a good chess player. But there is such an obvious flaw. This is not absent-minded, what is it
"You lost." Old man Yan dropped a chess piece, and the whole white chess was encircling Yan Chuyan's black chess.
Yan Chuyan turned around and took a look at the chessboard, and then immediately messed up the chess pieces on the chessboard.
"It's just a set."
"Smelly boy, so awkward, when can you hold Jiang Ruan's heart firmly in your hand? You have to tell Jiang Ruan your mind so that she can know what you think, you are so awkward. , When can I hold my grandson?"
Yan Chuyan's body stiffened, and then he hooked his mouth with confidence.
"Sooner or later."
Elder Yan smiled and shook his head. He didn't expect that his son, who had always been cold and cold, was finally moved.