Chapter 447

"But We're all home. Why don't we go back? " Song Xiaoya took a look at the villa not far away, and then asked Jiang Beichen beside him.

Jiang Beichen frowned and said coldly, "Song Xiaoya, you should cherish the time you spend alone with me!"

Song Xiaoya was stunned for a moment, as if he smelled a strong sour smell from his words.

This kind of feeling is so familiar, absolutely not wrong, this man is jealous again!

The expression on her face was a little helpless, trying to change the topic, "baby should be waiting for us to eat now..."

But this move is obviously useless for Jiang Beichen. He hums coldly, and then reminds her, "you haven't been home for half a month to have dinner before. He must have been used to eating by himself!"

Song Xiaoya has nothing to say!

She looked at Jiang Beichen, whose face was full of resentment, and then sighed, "well, let's eat out tonight."

It's OK to have dinner outside first, and then go home

"Good!" Jiangbeichen hook thin lips, readily agreed to come down, eyes with a bit of satisfaction.

Finally, I can get rid of that bad boy!

He gave a command to the driver, who immediately turned around and drove back away from the villa.

At this time, the expression on Jiang Beichen's face was more beautiful.

Song Xiaoya helplessly looks at Jiang Beichen's expression. She always feels that since she has a child, this man has become very naive.

Almost all the time, he was haggling with her. He thought that the time she gave him was shorter than the time she gave the children!

She sometimes began to suspect that this man was competing with his son!

It was such a happy worry that her heart was tangled with it.

Soon after, the car came to the door of a western restaurant nearby. After they got off the car, they went directly into the box of the restaurant. The layout of the restaurant was very exquisite, and the candlelight was still on the table. The atmosphere was very romantic.

After a while, two people's steak was sent up, song Xiaoya also feel a little hungry, picked up a knife and fork and cut off a small piece of beef.

Just when she was ready to eat, she saw Jiang Beichen sitting opposite staring at her.

"What's the matter?" She asked him suspiciously, why didn't he eat? But also with this look at her, let her heart a little strange.

"Feed me!" Jiang Beichen stares at her for a moment, then suddenly purses her thin lips and says.

"What?" Song Xiaoya didn't react. She looked at her in consternation. She even thought that she had heard wrong?

"Hurry up!" Compared with song Xiaoya's dismay, Jiang Beichen appears much more calm. He picks his eyebrows and continues to say.

"Why do you want me to feed you again..." Song Xiaoya is puzzled, and his hand is not hurt!

"Song Xiaoya, is it difficult to feed her husband?" Jiang Beichen frowns. She can feed zixie at home, but she can't!

"Well..." Looking at the way he cares, song Xiaoya shakes her head helplessly.

Finally, he handed the fork to his lips and said, "I can only eat it tenderly."

Anyway, there was no one else in the box, and there was no shame for her to feed her husband.

Seeing this, Jiang Beichen hooked his lips, which showed his satisfied expression.

After Jiang Beichen ate the steak, song Xiaoya cut another piece for him and sent it to his thin lip again.

With her food, Jiang Beichen's mood became better and he ate a lot of beef.

After that, he also picked up a knife and fork, cut the beef in his plate carefully, and then handed it to her. By the way, he brought the plate in front of her and said, "eat it."

Song Xiaoya nodded and began to eat by herself.

The dinner was very smooth. When it was almost over, song Xiaoya suddenly thought of something, and then asked Jiang Beichen, "will you go to my press conference next week?"

Next week's press conference is the first large-scale press conference held by Xiaoya clothing. Many media and artists will be invited to attend.

At the press conference, there will be a lot of new products.

Most of these new clothing products are designed by song Xiaoya, and a small part are designed by other contracted designers signed by the company.

Therefore, this press conference is her first one. She certainly hopes her husband can go to the scene.

But as Jiang Beichen's wife, he also knows this man, and never likes that kind of noisy occasion.

Even Jiang Group's important press conferences and public activities, he never showed up, only let Zhou Heng deal with.

"I'm not interested in that occasion!" Ginger North Chen lifted to lift Mou son, almost without thinking of return a way.

This answer, song Xiaoya is not surprised, although some disappointed in the heart, but also can understand him."Also, there are so many media at the scene, it's really inconvenient." She smiles, this sentence, like to comfort themselves, most of the media do not know her relationship with Jiang Beichen.

No one knows that song Xiaoya, the recently famous designer named "Xiaoya" and the founder of Xiaoya brand, is the wife of Jiang Beichen, the boss of Jiang's group.

It really saved her a lot of trouble when she didn't make it public.

If Jiang Beichen shows up this time, it will certainly attract the attention of those media, and it will easily attract the attention of the media at that time.

After dinner, song Xiaoya and Jiang Beichen return to the Banshan villa. Jiang zixie, accompanied by his servants, has finished his dinner and is sitting in the living room watching cartoons.

Found that song Xiaoya and Jiang Beichen came back, he climbed down from the sofa, happily ran to the two people, "Mom and Dad!"

Seeing her son coming, song Xiaoya subconsciously goes forward and wants to hold the little guy up, but Jiang Beichen takes the lead and holds him up.

Today, the little guy is also very enthusiastic about Jiang Beichen. Holding his neck, he kisses him in the face, "Dad!"

See, song Xiaoya shrugged, "you play with him first, I go up to take a bath."

She would not disturb their father and son to cultivate their feelings.

"Have you been obedient today?" Jiang Beichen low Mou saw the small guy in the eye bosom, then ask a way.

The little guy nodded his head.

When song Xiaoya went upstairs, the little guy struggled to get off Jiang Beichen. Jiang Beichen bent down and put him on the sofa. The little guy picked up the remote control and changed the channel.

"Look, Dad He pointed to the TV screen and said to Jiang Beichen suddenly.