Chapter 15

At this time, Jiang Beichen was sitting in his study, holding a thick stack of information sent by his assistant, which he specially asked people to collect, all the information of the Shen family.

He looked very fast, but suddenly stopped when he saw a line of text.

It says that Shen Hao and song Xiaoya are engaged, and they are unmarried.

Jiang Beichen's hand holding the paper, slightly forced, eyes did not move away for a long time, deep in the eye, the expression is complex.

At the door, there was a sound of footwork.

Jiang Beichen closed the information in his hand, put it on the table and looked at the direction of the door.

A small furtive head came in quietly, and then a face as bright as a flower appeared.

"That What are you doing? " Song Xiaoya stares at him with big eyes and smiles.

"What do you say?" Jiang Beichen looked at the materials and documents on his desk and asked in reverse.

"Well May I come in? " Song Xiaoya carefully asked, attitude is very sincere, for fear of offending which "young master does not like", and then be scolded.

Jiang Beichen picks eyebrows and looks at her, but doesn't speak.

Seeing Jiang Beichen's expression, song Xiaoya only thinks that he has agreed, so she pushes the door open and comes in.

"I'll draw some sketches here. I won't disturb your work. You are busy with your work, ha ha." She came to a little distance from him and stopped to explain her intention.

In fact, song Xiaoya doesn't want to come here at all, and she doesn't want to stay by Jiang Beichen's side, but she has no way.

It's gloomy everywhere. It's quiet like a ghost house. She has to find a living person to be at ease. So, I found him here.

Her major is fashion design, so she often draws some sketches as homework.

Jiang Beichen still did not answer, his eyes shifted to his computer screen.

She saw that he didn't mean to drive her out, so she took out the pencil and paper, laid them up and began to draw.

Although Jiang Beichen's eyes are staring at the computer screen, he pays attention to the reflection of the screen from time to time and observes song Xiaoya's actions.

As expected, she was very quiet. She was sliding the pencil gently all the time, and her attention was on the paper. She didn't make any extra sound.

"Why don't you draw in the room and come here?" Jiang Beichen tilted his face and asked her.

"I..." Song Xiaoya raised her head, a little embarrassed, "I'm afraid!"

Jiang Beichen frowned, obviously did not expect that she would answer like this.

"There is nothing in the room, and the light is too dim. I'm a little afraid of being quiet..." She looked up, the light in the study was better, not so dim.

Song Xiaoya's voice is very small, but Jiang Beichen can hear every word clearly. The thin voice like a mosquito flies seems to have magic power, and suddenly bumps into his heart.

When she said she was afraid, Jiang Beichen's heart was suddenly touched, some of the same emotions began to spread, inexplicably raised a strong desire to protect.

He wanted to protect her from fear.

"Come here." Jiang Beichen turns around and says to her.

Song Xiaoya has some doubts and doesn't know what he is going to do, but he finally chooses to be obedient and stands up and walks to him.

"What are you going to do Ah... "

The words didn't finish saying, the arm is pulled by Jiang Beichen, then a dint, she suddenly loses the balance, pours to him.

Then, a second later, she fell into his arms and sat on his legs.

After she found her position, she immediately stood up. Before she could move, her hands locked her small waist tightly.

Just had a bath in the room, put on the light clothes, Jiang Beichen palm temperature across the pajamas to her waist, let her a little shy, struggling, but to no avail.

The temperature from the palm is still rising, which makes her face a little red. On the desk of

, he drank the remaining half a glass of red wine. The faint smell of wine mixed with the perfume on his body had a mature and attractive charm spreading.

"Now, are you afraid?" He asked softly, drawing close to her face.

This kind of close contact, more let her feel waist hand is too ambiguous, her face became red, breathing also began to shortness.

"No I'm not afraid... " She lowered her head away from his sight, blushing and shaking her head.

Jiang Beichen is tall. Even if song Xiaoya sits on his leg, she is shorter than him. She still has to raise her head to see his face.

Song Xiaoya, who has never been so close to any man before, doesn't dare to raise her head at all at this time. She can only lower her head to be an ostrich.