Chapter 561 Ruan Enze
Du Xuechu kept chattering all the way.
After all, she is a 40-year-old woman. Even if she dresses like a girl, her true nature will be exposed as soon as she opens her mouth.
All women in the world love to talk, whether they are poor or rich.
After finally getting home, Ruan Chen hurriedly opened the car door and got out as if he was escaping.
When I got home, I went straight to the bathroom.
Ruan Chen locked himself in and stripped naked. He was indeed too thin, with only bones on his body.
He turned the shower head on to the maximum, closed his eyes, and let the warm water flow down his hair.
This house is very luxurious and large, and even the bathroom is decorated magnificently.
The bathtub is a surfing bathtub that can accommodate three people at the same time. The white porcelain color is like jade, warm and smooth.
Next to the bathtub is a rack for bathrobes and towels. It is made of pure gold and is carved with very exquisite patterns.
The walls are all paved with the most expensive natural stones, which feel very good to the touch.
As soon as Ruan Fei returned home, all her unhappiness disappeared.
Ruan Enze likes a cheerful atmosphere and doesn't like others pouting, so Ruan Fei naturally knows how to please her father.
As soon as she got out of the car, she hugged Du Xuechu and acted coquettishly. Du Xuechu thought she was just having a childish temper. She was pouting just now, but she was fine after a while.
Ruan Enze's car just came back. Today is the day the children go home, so of course he has to come back early to reunite with his wife and children.
As soon as he got off the car, he saw his daughter holding Du Xuechu's arm obediently, and the mother and daughter were talking affectionately. Ruan Enze felt very happy when he saw this scene.
Ruan Fei heard the horn of Ruan Enze's car and turned around to see that he was already approaching. She let go of Du Xuechu and dove headfirst into her father's arms, "Dad!"
His daughter's voice is so sweet that it's bursting with sweetness. Ruan Enze simply loves his daughter to death.
My daughter has been well-behaved and smart since she was young, unlike my son who is introverted and can't get anything out of him even if he is beaten with three sticks.
This doesn't mean that he doesn't love his son, but in comparison, he prefers his daughter's personality.
He raised his daughter well, and he was proud of it as a father.
He is in charge of more than a dozen companies. Although the old man's words still have weight now, he is almost eighty years old. The company will be his sooner or later, so he is not in a hurry.
Among his tens of thousands of subordinates, who wouldn't envy him for having both a son and a daughter, both of whom are smart?
Du Xuechu stood not far away, folding her arms as she watched the father and daughter being affectionate, the corners of her lips raised charmingly.
She was wearing a dress that was very intricately made and made of extremely fine materials. The skirt just reached past her knees, and her fair, straight calves were tightly wrapped in flesh-colored stockings. On her feet were a pair of high-heeled leather shoes in the same color as the skirt. She looked extremely elegant and luxurious standing there.
The stockings on her legs were specially airlifted in from abroad; they were not sold in Yanjing.
Although Ruan Enze has passed his 40th birthday, he looks at least ten years younger than his normal age because of his well-off family and good maintenance.
In addition, he was well-dressed, had a straight figure, and good looks. Standing next to Du Xuechu, they were a perfect match made in heaven.
Although he came from a wealthy merchant family, he did not have the bad habits of a dandy boy. He was a very gentlemanly and polite person.
Perhaps it has something to do with his early life abroad.
The Ruan family moved abroad due to the turbulent early years. Later, when the old man was old, he wanted to return to his roots, and with the children going to school, the family returned to China.
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