Chapter 175

"Song Xiaoya, the explanation of this problem is not clear. I promise you can't sleep tonight..." The tangled look on her face made Jiang Beichen's face suddenly sink.

Damn, she thinks he's old!

"It's nothing. I just don't think it's appropriate to call you brother. It's just a little strange." By Jiang Beichen a threat, song xiaoyadun heart a surprised, and then quickly explain to him.

"What's so strange?" Jiang Beichen's face is more deep a few minutes. Why is it not strange to call an assistant brother? Why is it strange to call his brother?

"You're always so serious. I'm afraid if he calls you brother, you'll be angry." Song Xiaoya pointed to his frown and whispered.

She is not sure why, just feel let Xiaojie called Jiang Beichen brother, there is a very inappropriate feeling.

Maybe it's because Jiang Beichen's mature domineering spirit is too strong.

Jiang Beichen looked at her, then held out her hand, pulled her to her body, lowered her head, put her in her ear, and said in a low voice, "I may mind if someone calls me brother, but I won't mind if you call me. Why don't we have a try tonight?"

Jiang Beichen's serious expression suddenly becomes obscene. His words make song Xiaoya tremble in her heart, and then immediately blush and pull her hand back, "pervert, I don't want this!"

What are these hobbies?

Actually want to play with her brother and sister, she is not so heavy taste!

"I don't mind if you call me uncle." Jiang Beichen's lip Cape rises, on the face takes a few minutes shallow bad smile.

"Jiang Beichen, why are you so bad! I won't cooperate with you. Don't even think about it! " Song Xiaoya refuses with a red face and pushes Jiang Beichen away.

This man's mind is full of messy ideas, can't it be pure?

"What do you want to cooperate with?" Watching song Xiaoya blush again, Jiang Beichen suddenly has a kind of fun, eyes flashing light staring at her, continue to ask.

"Nothing! Eat for yourself. I'll go. " She covered her face and stood up shyly. Then she ran out of the restaurant.

After Song Xiaoya left, Jiang Beichen looked at the soup she had just helped him with, and there was half a bowl left. He gently hooked the corners of his lips and became more comfortable.

After leaving the restaurant, song Xiaoya stops and touches her hot face with her hand. Then she takes a few deep breaths in embarrassment to calm herself down.

Why can he use a few words every time and easily make her lose? Think about it, there is only one reason - Jiang Beichen is more shameless than her!

A in the central hospital.

The assistant opened the door and took the dinner to the ward in Milan.

Due to a hand injury, it is not convenient for Mimian to have dinner. The assistant helps her put the dinner on the small table on the hospital bed, and then she prepares to eat with a spoon in one hand.

At this time, a hand next to her gently grasped her hand holding the spoon. She was stunned. Then she looked up at Song Tianyu, a little pleased, "Tianyu, you..."

"Let me help you." Song Tianyu said softly.

Milan nodded happily.

Song Tianyu took the spoon from her hand, and then very carefully began to feed it to her mouth.

After the first meal, Milan began to shed tears. Song Tianyu took a spoon in his hand and then put it down to help her take the tissue and gently wipe her tears.

"What's the matter?" His voice is warm now. It was like going back to a few years ago, he was still so gentle to her.

"Tianyu, I'm not dreaming now..." Milan looked up at his face with moist eyes.

Now all this makes her feel like she is in a dream, very happy, but also feel that these pictures appear some incredible So she was a little scared.

I'm afraid that she is now in a dream. As soon as she wakes up, the person in front of her will disappear, and all his tenderness to her will be buried in the past again, and will no longer exist

Hearing the speech, song Tianyu's eyes were stunned.

"Tianyu, you tell me that I am not dreaming. You will never leave me again." Milan leaned against song Tianyu and looked at him with expectant eyes.

"Eat the rice first," Song Tianyu didn't know what to say. He took a look at the rice in his hand, and then said softly, "it's almost cold."

Milan stubbornly shook her head. She put her uninjured hand around his arm and said, "then promise me not to go tonight..."

She was afraid that after dinner, he would leave. She didn't know when to see him next time.

"Good." Song Tianyu gave a wry smile, and then agreed, with a touch of bitterness on his face.

Now she is the same as before. She likes to hold his arm and ask. If he doesn't agree, he won't let go It's the same as before.After hearing that he agreed, Milan's face was filled with a smile of satisfaction. Then he let go of him and sat down and waited for him to continue feeding.

Song Tianyu took her spoon and looked at her again

After dinner, song Xiaoya didn't go directly back to her bedroom to sleep, but first went to her small studio.

After the task of the last play was finished, she didn't have a task recently, so she didn't come here.

She came to the desk of the studio, opened the drawer, took out some design drawings from it, and then rummaged and took out one of the sketches.

This sketch is a suit for men designed by her on a whim. At that time, she was bored and scribbled. Unexpectedly, she designed this suit according to Jiang Beichen's figure and dressing style.

Anyway, she now has no work people, idle is also idle, just want to make this suit completely.

Song Xiaoya studies fashion design in school. She usually not only studies the knowledge of design, but also does proofing and other work. As long as everything is ready, she can try to make the whole garment directly into finished products.

Because of Jiang Beichen's support in her studio, all kinds of equipment and materials are complete.

As soon as she sits down, song Xiaoya is addicted to her work, forgetting all her time and just rushing to work.

She didn't recover until the door of the studio was opened.

"Song Xiaoya, what time is it now?" Jiang Beichen appears at the door wrapped in a bathrobe, one finger pointing at the time, and his face is slowly unhappy.