Chapter 460

After Jiang Beichen and song Xiaoya do a pre meal exercise, they feel hungry.

Song Xiaoya cooks in person and starts to prepare dinner for two. Soon, she comes to the restaurant with several fried dishes.

Jiang Beichen has already been waiting here.

Song Xiaoya's cooking is very common, which can't compare with the level of Jiang's chef, but she has made great progress.

Song Xiaoya picked up the chopsticks and put a piece of braised pork in Jiang Beichen's bowl. "Try it. How do I do?"

Jiang Beichen bit, chewed slowly for a while, nodded, "OK!"

Song Xiaoya is not happy, "how is it OK again! Can't you praise me and say something nice? "

Jiang Beichen smiles and says, "delicious, progress is obvious!"

Song Xiaoya was happy, happy in her heart, "this is about the same!"

When she just married Jiang Beichen, she didn't know how to cook at all. Every time she went into the kitchen, she either threw dishes or fried them.

Even in the Song family, mother song never dared to let her go to the kitchen for fear of any accident.

But now, she has successfully become a virtuous Mrs. Jiang, who can cook for Jiang Beichen.

Two people are sitting in the dining room of the villa, eating a warm dinner. The snow outside the window is getting bigger and bigger.

Another part of the resort, song Tianyu and Milan are also arranged into a small villa with the little guy.

Out of the airport, my mother was suddenly abducted by my father, he was a person to throw away, leading to the little guy's mood has been not high, wrinkled face, poor look.

Song Tianyu and Milan set things up, opened the suitcase and took out all the small gifts prepared in advance. They had a big bag.

Seeing so many gifts, the little guy was in a good mood.

Milan looked at the little guy's eyes full of tenderness. She took out a red story book and said to the little guy, "how about my aunt telling you a story before going to bed?"

"Good!" The little guy nodded.

At home, song Xiaoya often tells him stories before going to bed.

Milan touched the little guy's head, and then praised, "good boy!"

Song Tianyu looks at the intimacy of the two people and smiles.

……

The night shrouded down, outside the resort, faint sound of the car engine, a few cars into the resort inside.

After stopping, the group got out of the car and had a closer look. It was Jiang Beicheng and Jiang Beimo brothers. Jiang Beicheng was still with a little ghost looking around.

"Dad, I'm going to find Xiaoya. Where is she?" Xiaojie is eager to find song Xiaoya.

Due to the third uncle's stop, he hasn't seen song Xiaoya for a long time. The last time he met was months ago.

At that time, three members of the third uncle's family came back to live in Jiang's house for a few days, but the third uncle strictly guarded him every day and kept him away from the bedroom, so he was so anxious that he rushed in on a monkey.

Jiang Beicheng took his son's hand and didn't let him run around. Then he said sternly, "it's so late. Your third aunt has gone to bed. You can't disturb her!"

After the child finished, Jiang Beicheng looked at Jiang Beimo and said, "you are the same!"

Although Jiang Beimo was anxious in his heart, he nodded and knew what he meant.

"Since the third younger brother and sister are invited to take a holiday, we can't make trouble for her. Don't make her embarrassed."

As soon as he received the invitation this time, Jiang Beicheng knew immediately that song Xiaoya must have sent them the invitation behind his back. If he knew, he would not let them come.

Jiang Beicheng also wants to have more opportunities to get close to each other, so he brings Xiaojie here. However, he doesn't want to create any trouble for song Xiaoya and embarrass her in front of Lao San.

After all, their three brothers did not have the same affection as other brothers, and even a lot of inhuman things happened.

"Don't worry, I know what I should do!" Jiang Beimo calms down his restlessness.

"That's good." Jiang Beicheng nodded, then took Xiaojie into a villa.

Jiang Beimo then enters another villa next to him.

The resort has not been officially opened, and there are not many guests. It's very open. This time, it's even a family activity of the Jiang family.

……

In another location of the resort, next to a large ski resort, Qiao Weiwei was taken to the front of the mobile villa by the driver.

Compared with the atmosphere of other places, the place she set up seemed a little desolate. Fortunately, in the past two years, she has long been used to living alone.

Qiaoweiwei put the luggage, and then rest for a while, made a cup of fresh coffee, and then a person sitting on the sofa, through the huge French window, looking at the snow outside, face a piece of peace.Living alone in a foreign country for such a long time, she has already smoothed her temper, developed a calm attitude of honor and disgrace, and her character is more gentle than before.

This free and leisurely atmosphere is the best for her. She just wants to face each day quietly and happily, which is enough.

After several hours on the plane, it was bumpy all the way when she got off the plane. She felt a little tired, so she leaned on the sofa, sleepy and fell asleep on the sofa.

Outside the sky has been completely black, free in the light of the light, snowflakes flashing light falling down.

I don't know how long I have been sleeping. Qiao Weiwei has a strange dream. She sees a man standing outside her window, looking at her like that, motionless.

When she saw the face of the man outside, she was surprised. It was Jiang Beimo!

Then, she suddenly woke up, and immediately looked out of the French window. It was dark. She couldn't see anything clearly, and she didn't find anyone.

Because she was frightened in her dream, she almost fell off the sofa when her body shook. Fortunately, she woke up in time.

The light in the living room was still on. Everything was the same as before going to bed. There was no sign of others coming in. Qiao Weiwei wiped a layer of cold sweat on her forehead.

I thought, maybe it's because I suddenly returned home, and some of them didn't adapt to the environment here, so I was just cranky.

She shook her head, feeling too suspicious.

She is not RMB. In this kind of weather, who would stand in the middle of the night and peep at her.

At this time, in the dark outside the French window, a man dressed in black is hiding in the dark, motionless, quietly looking through the French window at the woman on the sofa in the living room