Chapter 98

Seeing that he wants to leave, song Xiaoya is afraid and quickly steps forward to block Jiang Beichen's way.

The next second, she stood on tiptoe decisively, put her hand around his neck, raised her head and sent her lips to him.

Originally, she just wanted to touch it, but it was a bit beyond her expectation.

Jiang Beichen suddenly put his arm around her waist, and then responded fiercely to her kiss, more and more fiercely

Song Xiaoya now has no resistance to Jiang Beichen's kiss. She is soon paralyzed by his kiss and falls on him.

After a long time, Jiang Beichen let song Xiaoya go.

Song Xiaoya's face is red and she is breathing with her mouth open.

The wind at night blows on her face. She doesn't feel cold at all. She just feels hot and uncomfortable.

When they were looking at each other, a discordant voice suddenly rang up beside them, "President..."

Assistant Shang didn't know when to show up. He stood not far from the grass under their feet, looking at Jiang Beichen and song Xiaoya.

"Shang..." Song Xiaoya's expression immediately panicked, looking at him embarrassed, don't know how to explain.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Beichen some not happy looking at assistant, coldly ask him. This person is too good at timing. How can he always destroy the atmosphere!

"President..." Assistant Shang took a look at Song Xiaoya and said, "it's urgent!"

Jiang Beichen understood what he meant and looked at Song Xiaoya, then motioned to his assistant, "say!"

Assistant is still face, no response, like a robot said, "the young master's assistant called, said tomorrow is the young master's birthday, named for you to congratulate."

The assistant's voice was steady without any fluctuation.

At this time, song Xiaoya just lowered her head, her face turned red, like Xiao San, who was originally caught by her husband. She was a little embarrassed and did not dare to raise her head at all.

I don't know if assistant Shang saw their intimate behavior just now. Look at his face without a ripple, should still not see anything.

Song Xiaoya thought in her heart that she didn't like herself now. She clearly knows the relationship between the two people, but she still has no courage to draw a clear line with Jiang Beichen, but she can't get involved clearly.

"I know," Jiang Beichen replied impatiently, and then asked, "what did I ask you to prepare last time?"

The assistant nodded, "ready."

"Well, that's good!" Jiang Beichen suddenly satisfied sneer.

I didn't expect that time would pass so fast. Tomorrow is the day. It seems that a good play will be staged!

After the assistant left, song Xiaoya immediately ran into the room. During the whole process of eating, she kept her head down, her heart was tangled, and her appetite was not very good.

Casually eat some, and then put down the chopsticks, said to Jiang Beichen, "I'm full, go back to the room first."

Jiang Beichen immediately frowned unhappily, "you just said you were very hungry outside, how can you just eat such a little? Eat more! "

"I All of a sudden, I don't want to eat. I have no appetite Song Xiaoya stops and says to him.

Jiang Beichen looked at him, then did not speak, but put a few dishes into song Xiaoya's job, with the voice of the order, "finish all these before you go."

How can you have physical strength if you don't have enough to eat? He's going to have a good fight tonight!

Song Xiaoya didn't know what he thought in his heart. He just looked at so much food in his bowl and looked at him helplessly, "but I can't eat it now."

"Then I'll give you two choices. One is to finish your meal and go back to your room. Second, let me accompany you to your room now. "

Jiang Beichen bites the word "back to the room" very hard, afraid that her IQ can't understand her. He adds, "you haven't fulfilled your duty as a wife for several nights."

Since he had a continuous fight with her last time, song Xiaoya has become very strange.

Every night, either he fell asleep early before he went home, or he was busy in the studio for a long time and didn't go back to the bedroom until he fell asleep in the middle of the night.

Of course, Jiang Beichen knows what abacus she has in mind. She can avoid him.

When song Xiaoya hears that Jiang Beichen wants her to do her wife's duty, she is immediately startled. She sits down at the table and grabs the rice from the bowl with chopsticks.

In comparison, she is more able to accept this kind of punishment. For a foodie, this is nothing at all.

Jiang Beichen saw the way she ate and nodded with satisfaction.

After dinner, song Xiaoya immediately went back to the bedroom early, took a bath, and was ready to lie down to sleep.

When she got out of the bathroom, she suddenly remembered that she had finished knitting Jiang Beichen's sweater at noon today.Because I got a call from the crew and left in a hurry, I didn't have time to take a closer look. She came to the sofa, picked up the sweater, put it in front of her and looked at it carefully.

Jiang Beichen never seems to have worn the scarf she knitted before. He probably thinks that the handmade scarf is too rustic for him. I don't know if he will wear this sweater.

Song Xiaoya looks around at the sweater and shrugs. After all, it's not her business to wear it or not.

Jiang Beichen should not care about these things, let her knit a sweater and a scarf, maybe he just said casually, in order to satisfy one of his sudden interests.

Maybe she was the only one who took it seriously and fulfilled his request very punctually. From the beginning to the end, she is a person silly serious.

Moreover, now she seems to have a kind of expectation for this inexplicable marriage, and has real feelings for Jiang Beichen.

Song Xiaoya is staring at the sweater in her hand, when the bedroom door is pushed open from the outside, and Jiang Beichen comes in from the outside.

After seeing the sweater song Xiaoya was holding in her hand, a flash of light flashed through her eyes, "is the sweater finished?"

"Well." Song Xiaoya nodded. She had spent many days on the sweater and now it was finally finished.

But what can you do after weaving? Maybe Jiang Beichen will never wear it.

Jiang Beichen moves his long legs to her side, reaches out his hand and takes the off white sweater she is holding to take a closer look. It's very careful indeed. Every stitch is very fine and even.

Jiang Beichen looked like a treasure he had never seen before, holding it in his hand and checking it repeatedly.

"Not bad!" This is his praise.

He seldom praises anything. If the top management of his company can get a good comment from him, it is estimated that his mouth will be up to the sky.