Chapter 311

"I..." Song Xiaoya was startled by his voice. For a moment, she didn't know how to answer his question.

"Well, I promise you." A moment later, Jiang Beichen said in a deep voice that his face was not good-looking. Although song Xiaoya's threat was not very clever, it was damned useful.

He could no longer bear the feeling of sleeping at night without her in his arms.

Jiang Beichen suddenly agrees to her request. Song Xiaoya doesn't respond. After a few seconds, she smiles and says excitedly to the phone, "thank you, husband."

Ready to hang up, Jiang Beichen's voice came from his mobile phone, "what did you just say?"

Jiang Beichen's voice, with some consternation, there are some unspeakable surprise.

"Er..." Song Xiaoya blushed.

"Song Xiaoya, repeat what you just said!" He said in a low voice,

especially the last two words.

"I said Thank you

"And the last two words!" Jiang Beichen's tone seems a little displeased.

"Old My husband... " Song Xiaoya some embarrassed to say just two words.

"Well, that's about the same." On the other end of the phone, Jiang Beichen's very satisfied voice came. He liked to hear her use this kind of intimate address very much.

"Again!"

"Jiang Beichen, you are boring!" Song Xiaoya's face is more red, looked at one side is looking at his Shang assistant, very embarrassed.

Assistant Shang stood in front of song Xiaoya with no expression on his face, listening to the conversation between the two people. He could not help feeling that the president finally found happiness.

"Good, call again." Jiang Beichen voice put soft a few minutes, began to coax her. The woman is now at last enlightened.

"I don't want to. I'll hang up." Song Xiaoya turned red and quickly refused, but she regretted it. Just now when she was excited, how could such a shameful name come out of her mouth?

JIANG Beichen immediately said overbearing, "if you dare to hang up, I'll cancel what I just promised you."

"Jiang Beichen, you..." Song Xiaoya is a little angry. It's hard for a man to catch up with his words. How can he not keep his words!

"What do you call me?" Jiang Beichen asked discontentedly.

Song Xiaoya is speechless. Song Xiaoya covers her mouth with her hand and whispers, "husband..."

Her face of embarrassment, efforts to suppress the dissatisfaction in the heart, voice soft some, avoid Jiang Beichen suddenly don't admit.

"Well, it's OK, but I'll practice more in the future." There comes Jiang Beichen's proud voice.

Although she has something to ask for so gentle to him, but hear her call his husband, Jiang Beichen heart or can't help a burst of excitement.

This feeling, cool!

Less than a few seconds after the phone hung up, assistant Shang's mobile phone rang. He quickly took out his mobile phone and said, "president."

"Do what your wife tells you to do and keep her safe." The tone of Jiang Beichen's command came from his mobile phone.

Assistant Shang was puzzled for a while. His wife's trick really worked. She took the president down so quickly, but she was lying, "president, this thing..."

"Cut the crap and do it now!" Jiang Beichen is not happy.

Rare song Xiaoya so gentle to beg him, he naturally want to let her play refreshing. It's not a big deal to let the bodyguard take it out on her friends.

Assistant Shang sighed and thought, if the president knows, it's the second young master that his wife takes people to fight. After that, what will happen to the president.

"Yes, I'll arrange it right away." A moment later, assistant Shang compromised.

After putting away the mobile phone, Shang assistant saluted song Xiaoya, "wife, wait a moment, I'll arrange for someone to come here."

"Well, hurry up and don't make me wait too long." Song Xiaoya nodded.

It's ten minutes since I received the call for help from Qiao Weiwei. I don't know how she is now and whether she will be in danger.

People in the Jiang family are different from normal people. No matter what they do, song Xiaoya won't be surprised. That's why she worries more about Qiao Weiwei.

Twenty bodyguards soon arranged to get on five or six private cars. This situation is very popular!

Looking at the faces of the bodyguards, song Xiaoya suddenly has a feeling that she has changed into a big sister of the underworld.

Although these 20 bodyguards were cheated.

"Ma'am, please get in the car." Assistant Shang opens the door and says to song Xiaoya.

After getting on the bus, five or six cars left the villa and drove towards the downtown. It's still early now, and there is no traffic jam on the road. Soon a line of cars came to the door of the hotel.

As soon as they stopped, the bodyguards got out of the car one after another and stood straight at the door of the hotel.

Song Xiaoya pushes open the car door, glances at the door of the hotel, and then asks assistant Shang, "which room are Jiang Beimo in?""Presidential suite on the top floor." Last night, assistant Shang was in charge of the room for Jiang Beimo. He was very clear about Jiang Beimo's living condition.

Song Xiaoya was a little surprised. He didn't expect that he knew so clearly. Had he been investigated on his way here?

"Go." Song Xiaoya nodded, and then walked in towards the door of the hotel.

On the top floor of the hotel, in the presidential suite, Qiao Weiwei squatted on the floor, guarding the telephone. Her face was pale, and her expression was very nervous. She did not dare to make a sound, for fear that Jiang Beimo would come in again.

Last night, the man's madness made her suffer. Now she is still sore and inconvenient to move. Now she is completely desperate for the man.

From the previous love to the present fear.

Jiang family, she doesn't want to go back. She does not want to put their youth, continue to be worthless buried in that dead place.

There was a noise outside the door, and the bedroom door was screwed open.

Qiaoweiwei vigilantly looking at the door, saw wearing a bathrobe Jiang Beimo came in, with some women's clothes in hand, casually put on the bed, "put on the clothes, and then follow me to the airport."

Qiaoweiwei did not speak, continue to look at him with that vigilant eyes, motionless.

"Why don't you?" Jiang Beimo squatted down in front of her, pinched her chin with his hand, and asked.

"Yes, I don't want to." Qiao Weiwei widened her eyes and looked at him with a trace of hatred.

This man, why so cruel, since do not love her, why torture her, looking at her pain, he is very happy?

"It seems that last night's lesson is not enough, or shall we continue?" Jiang Beimo holds her face in one hand, and the other hand is about to untie her clothes.