Chapter 220

“……” When song Xiaoya heard the origin of the necklace, she was surprised. It turned out that it was something his mother had left him. It was such an important thing that he should stay by himself.

"Will you return it today?" Jiang Beichen's line of sight turns back to her face, and then looks forward to asking her.

Hearing what he said, song Xiaoya hesitated. When she went out, only song Tianyu and Milan saw it. She didn't have time to talk to her parents, so she thought that she would go back.

"Now that you're here, you can't leave!" Song Xiaoya has not answered, he heard Jiang Beichen's overbearing voice ring.

She has been in the Song family for two days and has calmed down. Now that she comes back, she can't leave again.

"But mom and dad will be worried. I'll tell my family." Song Xiaoya is used to his hegemony, but she doesn't know if she should stay in the villa now.

"I'll have someone tell me." Jiang Beichen said in a low voice.

“……” Song Xiaoya has no choice but to stop talking. She'll probably never get rid of this man in her life.

No matter what he becomes, he is still her man, her husband.

Even if she saw the most terrible side of him, she still couldn't change her love for him.

Well, since you have fallen in love with this man, you should love all of him, including those things she doesn't want to see.

"Good boy." Jiang Beichen saw that she nodded and finally showed a smile on her face. He lowered his head again and gently kissed her on the lips.

The next moment, he suddenly put her in his arms, tightly embrace.

Song Xiaoya clings to his body, and can feel the smell of tobacco floating on his body between breathing. She coughs a little unaccustomed, "cough..."

Hearing the sound, Jiang Beichen immediately loosened her and sniffed her shirt. It really had a smell of tobacco.

"I'll take a shower, wait for me here, and don't leave." He glanced at her and asked. He didn't want the woman to leave again when he came out of the bathroom.

"Well." She nodded.

Jiang Beichen goes to take a bath. Song Xiaoya stays in his study alone. He reaches out and takes the necklace off his neck and looks at it carefully.

She had put this necklace in the jewelry box in her room for three years. Before, she didn't know what it meant, and she didn't read it carefully.

It looks like a simple gold necklace. There is no decorative pendant on it, and there is no gorgeous dress. Besides the color, the others look very simple.

Jiang Beichen's mother should also be a simple woman.

She took out her silver necklace, took off the pendant engraved with song Xiaoya, and put it on the gold chain Jiang Beichen gave her. She looked at it and showed her satisfaction.

She wanted to put the necklace on again, but she could easily take it off just now, but now she couldn't put it on.

Jiang Beichen has gone to the bathroom to take a bath, not in the study. Song Xiaoya tried several times, but still didn't put it on. She sighed in the bathroom and was ready to go out to find a servant to help.

In the living room downstairs, a servant is just packing and cleaning. Song Xiaoya asks her to help buckle the necklace.

When she was about to turn back and go upstairs, she thought of another thing, and then asked the servant, "where has Xiao Jie gone? Why didn't you see him?"

Since she came back, it seems that she hasn't seen Xiaojie. Did the bodyguard accompany him to the playground again?

"I don't know. I haven't seen him these two days." The servant shook his head to show that he did not know.

Song Xiaoya asks other servants, without exception, and says that they haven't seen Xiaojie in the villa these days.

When the servant said this, song Xiaoya was puzzled. Did he go home by himself?

Just as she was wondering, there was a quick step on the stairs. Song Xiaoya turns her head and finds that Jiang Beichen, who has taken a bath and put on clean clothes, is walking down the stairs to her.

"Who allowed you to go downstairs!" Jiang Beichen stops in front of her and asks in a low voice.

Deep in the black pupils of his eyes, he had a nervous look. Just after taking a bath, he went back to his study in a hurry. When he saw that she was not there, he felt nervous.

Song Xiaoya doesn't understand what he's nervous about, as if she's afraid of running away.

"Your head hasn't been blown dry. It's easy to catch cold." Song Xiaoya looked at his wet hair and said.

His hair is still dripping down, falling on the white shirt, there are circles of water stains.

It's still winter. If you don't pay attention, it's easy to catch a cold.

"Song Xiaoya, then help me blow dry my hair." Jiang Beichen looked down at the water stains on his shirt, then hooked his lips and said to her."All right." Worried that he would catch a cold, song Xiaoya nodded and agreed.

Two minutes later, in the bedroom, Jiang Beichen sat down on the sofa consciously, waiting for her to come and help him blow his hair.

Song Xiaoya pursed her lips and had to go into the bathroom to get the hair dryer. Standing behind Jiang Beichen, she pressed the switch of the hair dryer and began to help him blow his hair.

Jiang Beichen's wet hair is still dripping. Song Xiaoya suddenly thinks of the scene when Jiang Beichen helped her blow her hair last time.

At that time, she was sitting on the sofa, and Jiang Beichen was standing beside her, with a hair dryer in his hand

While thinking, her face could not help but a smile. In fact, she and Jiang Beichen have a lot in common.

"Song Xiaoya, where are you blowing?" Jiang Beichen suddenly asked her unhappily.

His voice will distract her.

When she came back, she found that the hair dryer in her hand had changed direction and was blowing at his neck.

"I'm sorry." She was embarrassed and went on blowing his hair.

In the eyes of outsiders, this man is superior and dare not provoke. Now he sits in front of her and lets her play with his hair. Song Xiaoya's heart is a little refreshing.

All of a sudden, she had a new idea. She wanted to help him make a unique hairstyle. Then, she immediately started to do it. She reached for the bangs in front of his forehead, deliberately made the bangs curl up, and then blew them with a hair dryer.

Her these private small actions, immediately found by Jiang Beichen, he frowned, with a warning said to her, "Song Xiaoya, you'd better be honest to me, don't make any mistakes."