Chapter 89

I don't know why. Song Xiaoya, who was afraid of the dark, calms down after hearing Jiang Beichen's words and is no longer afraid.

Jiang Beichen's voice, inexplicably brought her a sense of security.

Song Xiaoya let out a "um", and then sat quietly on the chair, waiting for the circuit to recover.

After a while, some security personnel came in and told them that due to the city line, there was a power failure in some areas, and the area where Banshan villa is located was also affected.

The security personnel put in the emergency light, which was a little bright at last.

"I'll get something." When song Xiaoya sees the emergency light, she suddenly thinks of something. She picks up the bag beside her, finds out her mobile phone, and goes out to the restaurant by the light of her mobile phone.

Jiang Beichen some don't understand, in the eye eye take a look of some doubts.

Soon, song Xiaoya went back to the restaurant with a lighter and a red candle in her hand.

After lighting the candle, she carefully fixed it on the table. The red light was warm and immediately lit up the central area of the restaurant.

She was a little tired after a trip, and her little red face was red.

Jiang Beichen stares at her, and the Adam's apple rolls up and down autonomously. This kind of song Xiaoya makes him want to rush to kiss her.

The light of the emergency light is dazzling. After Song Xiaoya lights the candle, she goes to turn off the emergency light.

"That's much better." Song Xiaoya turns back to the chair and sits down.

The light from the candle is soft and weak red. It won't be dazzling at all. It's more comfortable.

It also has the artistic conception of candlelight dinner.

Jiang Beichen glanced at the red candle and suddenly laughed. He looked at her and asked, "Song Xiaoya, have you long wanted to have a candlelight dinner with me? Even the candles are ready in advance. " With candlelight, it is the real candlelight dinner.

In the phone also said do not want to, and now take the initiative to run to get candles, is really a duplicative woman.

Song Xiaoya felt her face awkwardly. She saw this when she was shopping for a small spark on the roadside, so she bought it by the way. As for what she thought, she didn't know.

But as soon as Jiang Beichen's words came out, she had a feeling of being exposed face to face.

Seeing the power failure, she instinctively remembered the candle she had just bought. Maybe she did have the idea of having a candlelight dinner with him.

But to be honest, when she bought candles by the side of the road, she really just thought the red candles were very beautiful, and didn't think about candlelight dinner.

"I just saw it when I bought a little spark. Don't talk nonsense!" She explained to him.

"Song Xiaoya, what's the relationship between toy sparks and candles? Do you want to buy them together? " Ginger North Chen sneered a, don't believe of way.

"Of course, it doesn't matter. Candles are used to light small sparks!" Song Xiaoya explained to him very seriously.

When she was a child, she used to burn her hands when lighting sparks. Later, she bought a candle to light it and put it on the ground. It's much more convenient when lighting sparks again, and it won't burn her hands.

It's like a habit. She bought it when she saw it and didn't think much about other things.

Now there is a sudden power failure in the villa, which can be used as a surprise.

After listening to her explanation, Jiang Beichen is a little surprised. She is really different. In order to light flowers, she even specially prepares candles, which is not too troublesome.

"Song Xiaoya, you are a coward!" He laughed at her,

however, her timid look is very lovely, he likes it very much.

Seeing him laughing at himself,

Song Xiaoya is a little speechless. Is she a girl? Is it wrong to be timid? Then she lowered her head and continued to eat her food, ignoring him.

The next time, very quiet, two people sitting face to face, each eating a delicious dinner made by Jiang Beichen. It's a romantic atmosphere.

After dinner, it was still in a state of blackout. The villa was dark and there was no light.

This new year's day seems to have no feeling, it seems empty, desolate.

Remembering that she had just returned home, she suddenly remembered that Jiang Beichen had never mentioned his family, so song Xiaoya put down her knife and fork and asked Jiang Beichen with doubts, "Jiang Beichen, why haven't you met your family? Today is new year's day. Don't you have to eat with your family? "

New year's day should have been home with my parents.

Hear her words, the Mou light of Jiang Beichen immediately dim.

"My mother has passed away." He pursed his lower lip and said something sad.

For the first time in many years, Jiang Beichen mentioned his mother in front of others, which he had never mentioned before.

Hearing that his mother had passed away, song Xiaoya was stunned for a moment and apologized to him, "I'm sorry."Then she asked curiously, "what about your father and your brothers and sisters?"

Song Xiaoya, who never gossips, doesn't know what's wrong with her today, and suddenly becomes interested in Jiang Beichen's family background. She was curious about what kind of family Jiang Beichen lived in.

She found that she was different from before, she changed, and gradually began to want to know everything about him.

"They all have their own lives and don't need me to accompany them." Jiang Beichen's voice is more indifferent attitude.

Song Xiaoya stopped, then nodded and said "Oh.".

There's nothing wrong with it. Excellent people like Jiang Beichen, his father and brothers and sisters are not ordinary people. They must be elites. It's normal to be busy in such a big family.

It's just that I always feel like I've lost the taste of family.

Out of the window, suddenly another light appeared, illuminating the night sky.

After that, the light rises in different places, and then slowly goes out after blooming, which is very beautiful. Like a meteor, quickly across the sky, and quickly extinguished disappear, leaving a residual smoke.

"Jiang Beichen, look, someone's setting off sparks again!" Song Xiaoya excitedly points to the fireworks blooming outside the glass window and happily says to Jiang Beichen.

Jiang Beichen turned his head to look at the fireworks outside the window, but there was no extra expression on his face. Instead, he had a cold loneliness.

He is puzzled that song Xiaoya has such an excited reaction. It's just ordinary fireworks. She can be so happy.

Two people looked for a while, and the fireworks in the sky ended outside the window. Song Xiaoya has some ideas, and then suddenly thinks of the pile of small sparks she bought.

"Jiang Beichen, let's play with flowers, too." She suddenly gets up and says to Jiang Beichen.