Doted on, the president entangled with his little sweet wife

Chapter 185 Weird Shushu, What Are You Doing?
As a married woman, it's so late that she doesn't know how to go to the bedroom, so it's outrageous to let him stay alone in the empty room!

Seeing Jiang Beichen walk in suddenly, Song Xiaoya put down the blueprint on her hand, she looked at the time in a daze, it is now 10:30 in the evening...

I don't know if it's so late, but it's not too late!
"What's the matter?" What's the matter with Jiang Beichen? She was drawing quietly in the studio and didn't disturb him to sleep. How could he be angry?

"What's wrong?" Jiang Beichen glanced at her dissatisfied, and then said, "You haven't finished your task tonight!"

"..." Jiang Beichen's words made Song Xiaoya feel the urge to spit out a mouthful of blood!

Why is it the obligation of husband and wife again?Did he come all the way here just to demand an obligation from her?

Sure enough, men are lower-body animals, and at night, their minds are filled with such things.

"I... I'll finish it soon..." She lowered her head and blushed, picked up the paintbrush in embarrassment, and started to write and draw again, but it was obviously twisted.

He even said bluntly/guoguo to let her go back to fulfill her duty, how dare she go back with him!

Hearing that she had to work for a while, Jiang Beichen's face became unhappy, and he didn't even look at what time it was. Don't you know that it takes time to fulfill your obligations?
If you drag it on, you won't have to sleep tonight!

Jiang Beichen didn't have the patience to wait for her to procrastinate any longer. He strode towards Song Xiaoya angrily, then bent down and hugged her waist without any explanation, and was about to carry her back to fulfill his duty.

Song Xiaoya was startled by his sudden movement, she touched the needle and thread on the workbench in a panic, her hand hurt, she immediately let out a cry, and then gasped.

Her voice made Jiang Beichen's movements stop immediately, he let go of her quickly, and his gaze stopped on Song Xiaoya's slender jade fingers.

The needle was pierced a little deep, and now it is bleeding.

"Why are you so careless?" Jiang Beichen's eyes flashed a distressed look.

Song Xiaoya stared at him speechlessly, if he hadn't used force on her all of a sudden, she wouldn't have been frightened suddenly and stabbed her hand.

Jiang Beichen looked at her injury, and then he suddenly held her injured finger, lowered his head and opened his lips, and put her injured finger into his mouth.

The fingertips were wrapped in warmth, Song Xiaoya was taken aback for a moment, then raised her head to look at him in surprise.

"Beautiful sister, what are you doing with Wei Shushu?" Another voice came from the door of the studio, a little immature.

Song Xiaoya and Jiang Beichen froze at the same time.

At this time, Xiaojie had just finished taking a shower, and was passing by the door of the room wrapped in a bath towel, and then stood there curiously looking at the two people inside.

Song Xiaoya saw that someone had discovered her, and immediately took her hand back. Jiang Beichen was really dissatisfied and turned to glance at the little kid standing at the door.

"What are you doing here?" He said coldly, what a messy little bastard!
"Xiaojie, why haven't you gone to bed yet?" Song Xiaoya put the pricked finger behind her in embarrassment, and asked Xiaojie softly.

"I can't sleep." Saying that, Xiaojie turned around and leaned against the door of the studio.

"Are you just here, a little uncomfortable?" Song Xiaoya asked him concerned.

"Yes, when I used to be at home, someone would tell me stories at night." Xiaojie seemed to be recalling, and then felt a little lost, "Suddenly no one told me stories, so I couldn't sleep. Beautiful sister, Can you tell me a story?" Xiaojie blinked his big eyes and asked Song Xiaoya sincerely.

Song Xiaoya understood this request very well. She remembered that when she was young, she also liked to pester her grandma to tell her stories.

Just when she was about to agree, Jiang Beichen's voice sounded ahead of time, interrupting what she was about to say, "Go downstairs and find a servant!"

His deep voice was a little angry, obviously unhappy.

What time is this, living in his house, and asking his wife to tell him stories?This little bastard really doesn't treat himself as an outsider!
"I don't like to be with servants." Xiaojie said straightforwardly.

There are also servants in his family, and they are similar to the servants here. They are the kind who don't talk for a long time, which is too boring and boring.

Jiang Beichen snorted coldly, he doesn't like servants, but he likes his wife?This little bastard did it on purpose, he really deserves a beating!

"Okay, let me tell you a story." At this time, Song Xiaoya suddenly smiled, and then said to Xiaojie.

"Thank you, beautiful sister, you are so kind to me." Hearing that Song Xiaoya promised to tell him a bedtime story, Xiaojie was very happy and politely thanked her.

"You're welcome..." Song Xiaoya said before going out.

"Stop!" Jiang Beichen said coldly again with a dark face.

"..." Song Xiaoya and Xiaojie were both stunned, and looked at him suspiciously. They both made an agreement, so why did someone come out to object.

"Do you really want to hear stories? I happen to know a lot of stories, why don't I tell you." Jiang Beichen looked at Xiaojie and sneered, and said slowly.

Song Xiaoya was surprised for a while, and looked at Jiang Beichen suspiciously, he can still tell stories?

A picture suddenly appeared in her mind, imagining Jiang Beichen telling a story to Xiaojie. She felt that this kind of plot was a bit weird.

"Okay, that's fine." Jiang Beichen said, Xiaojie looked at him, then nodded, no matter who is telling the story, it's enough to make him fall asleep.

Although he still likes to listen to stories told by his beautiful sister, he seems to be able to accept it if he blames Shushu.

"Then you go back to the room and wait for me immediately, and don't come out to disturb us again!" Jiang Beichen's voice was obviously cold, as if he was giving an order.

"Then hurry up, don't make me wait for a long time." Xiaojie told him, then turned and left the studio.

"Jiang Beichen, are you sure you don't want me to tell Xiaojie a story?" Song Xiaoya was a little skeptical, thinking of Jiang Beichen's way of telling stories felt funny.

He looked left and right, and there was nothing like a man who would tell stories to children.

"Song Xiaoya, are you suspicious of your husband?" Facing her doubt, Jiang Beichen stared at her unhappily, and then asked her.

Hearing what he said, Song Xiaoya could only shrug her shoulders and remind him in a low voice, "Then be gentle when you pass by, and don't be fierce at every turn, Xiaojie will be frightened by you."

But Jiang Beichen ignored her reminder, and instead said to her in an orderly voice, "Take your hand here."

Hearing this, Song Xiaoya was stunned for a moment, then remembered that she had been stabbed in the hand just now, and then realized what Jiang Beichen meant, so she stretched out the hand behind her back and gave it to him.

(End of this chapter)