Doted on, the president entangled with his little sweet wife

Chapter 108

But this sentence was not bad, and Song Xiaoya sounded a little dissatisfied. She worked so hard and worked overtime to weave it for him. Isn't it worth a sentence!

She said with a dissatisfied face, "Compared with the sweaters made by your designers, the sweaters I made must be very different, and you wouldn't know how to wear them anyway, so it doesn't matter if it's good or bad!"

"How do you know I can't wear it?" Hearing her words, Jiang Beichen looked at her.He didn't remember saying anything like that.

It was fine just now, why did she suddenly speak with a smell of gunpowder.

"Then why do you never wear the scarf I knitted for you? Don't you just think it's ugly?" Does it need to be said that it's so obvious?
How much better is this sweater if you don't wear a scarf all day!

Jiang Beichen now understood that she was angry because of this, because he didn't wear the scarf she knitted.

"It seems that you are very leisurely now." Jiang Beichen looked at her with a sudden smile. She is not only leisurely, but also has the energy to be angry with him. It seems that she is full of dinner and has excess energy.

"How about we do some exercise and let you vent your dissatisfaction?" He approached her with a wicked smile.

Seeing him approaching with malicious intentions, Song Xiaoya was startled, and quickly took a step back.

"No, no, no... I'm fine now, I don't need to vent at all!" Song Xiaoya smiled at him awkwardly.

"Is it really not necessary? Why do I think you need to vent now?" He took a big step forward, reached in front of her, and then put his arms around her waist.

Before Song Xiaoya could react, she was picked up by Jiang Beichen's waist and placed on the big bed.

"Jiang Beichen, don't come here, I really don't need it!" As soon as her body fell on the soft Simmons, Song Xiaoya quickly got up and shrank inside.

"Why can't I come over? You are my wife, so you have the obligation to provide me with special services." Jiang Beichen sneered and continued to approach.

After being avoided by her for so many days, he couldn't stand it anymore.

If this continues, she will avoid it more and more. The biggest welfare between the husband and wife at present cannot be lost.Now he must use practical actions to make her understand what she is now.

"Jiang Beichen, we are just a couple in name. When you asked me to get married, you didn't say that you have to fulfill this obligation after marriage." Song Xiaoya opened her eyes wide and questioned him.

"Who said this marriage is in name? It's certified by the Marriage Law. I'm a good citizen who abides by the law." Besides, Jiang Beichen never said the word 'marriage in name' from the beginning to the end.

He wanted to keep her by his side from the very beginning, but she was too imaginative.

"You... what did you say?!" Song Xiaoya froze, unable to react for a while.

What does Jiang Beichen's words mean?Not a marriage in name?

"You will understand." Jiang Beichen lost his patience and was too lazy to explain to her verbally. It would be more real and effective to explain with actions.He left the clothes beside him, and threw himself on Song Xiaoya.

Before Song Xiaoya recovered from the shock, Jiang Beichen kissed her lips and hugged her tightly.

The result of her struggle was—just like not struggling, the clothes were quickly torn off by him, and then she fell again.

……

After the two of them quieted down, the bedroom returned to silence, only the sound of panting alternately could be heard.

It was already late at night, the chandelier in the bedroom was not on, only the night light by the bed glowed faintly.

Song Xiaoya was naked and surrounded by Jiang Beichen's arms, she looked very tired, she didn't even have the strength to struggle, she could only pant and let his hands touch her around.

"Why did you say that just now?" She asked suddenly.

"What did I say?" Jiang Beichen was panting slightly at this moment, but he seemed to be in very good spirits, with a contented smile on his face.

"What do you mean when you say they are not married couples in name?" She asked again.

"What do you think?" Jiang Beichen glanced down at her in his arms, with a somewhat lazy tone

"..." If she could guess it, why would she ask him?
Song Xiaoya has always felt that the human brain must be the most complicated thing in the world.

It is always so unpredictable that people can't tell from the outside that there is anything inside, but there are countless thoughts inside.

Therefore, she has never been able to guess what other people are thinking, nor does she want to guess.

Limbs were tired and groggy, Song Xiaoya fell asleep in this posture nestled in Jiang Beichen's arms.

At dawn the next day, Song Xiaoya woke up in a daze, and heard the sound of running water, which should be the sound of Jiang Beichen taking a bath in the bathroom.

When her brain returned to a waking state and she got up from the bed, Jiang Beichen had already showered, dressed and returned to the bedroom.

Now Jiang Beichen did not wear a formal business suit as usual, but a dark windbreaker on his upper body, stiff slacks on his lower body, and a pair of brown leather boots on his feet.

Looking closely at the inside of Jiang Beichen's windbreaker, he found a beige handmade sweater.

It was the one that Song Xiaoya knitted for him just yesterday at noon.

This color matches his figure perfectly.

"Song Xiaoya, come and help me tie my scarf when you wake up." Jiang Beichen strode up to her side, and then said to her in his usual commanding voice.

Song Xiaoya just watched him pick up the hand-woven scarf and hang it on his arm, then looked at her.

Song Xiaoya opened her mouth, looked at him in surprise, and there was some surprise in her voice, "Jiang Beichen, you are..."

What happened to him today? Why did he suddenly put on the sweater she knitted?

She thought that he disliked the ugly things she wove!

"What's the matter, is it ugly?" Jiang Beichen stopped in front of her, then looked at her stammering, frowned, and asked her a little unhappy.

This was Jiang Beichen's first time wearing off-white clothes, and it was a hand-knitted sweater.

He'd never worn these cheap bargains before, but since she cared so much whether he wore them or not, he'd wear them.Although I felt a little uncomfortable all of a sudden, I felt inexplicably comfortable in my heart.

"It's not ugly, it's very pretty!" Song Xiaoya immediately smiled like a flower, reached out and took the scarf hanging on his arm, then stood on tiptoe, and carefully tied it around his neck.

Seeing that she was obedient and obedient like a virtuous little daughter-in-law, Jiang Beichen smiled with satisfaction. After tying up the scarf, when she was about to step back, he put his arms around her waist.

(End of this chapter)