Doted on, the president entangled with his little sweet wife

Chapter 187 This is the so-called 'do business'

Hearing this, Song Xiaoya walked over in disbelief, stretched out her hand and gently pushed the door of Xiaojie's room open, and looked inside.

The lights in the guest room have been turned off, and there is only a dim night light on the bedside. Xiaojie is now lying quietly on the bed, falling asleep.

After closing the door again, Song Xiaoya turned to stare at Jiang Beichen in surprise, "So you really know how to tell stories!"

She suddenly regretted that she didn't follow from the beginning to see how Jiang Beichen told the story with her own eyes. That scene must be unique.

"I asked the secretary to explain it for me." Jiang Beichen shook the phone in his hand, still feeling a little suffocated.

"So that's the case." She nodded knowingly.

"The matter here is settled, Song Xiaoya, should we go back to the bedroom and get down to business?" At this moment, Jiang Beichen suddenly used his fingers to tangle up Song Xiaoya's wet black hair, and then approached her in a low voice and asked seductively.

Song Xiaoya panicked, and the expression on her face immediately became awkward again.

"That...can you..." Just as she was about to say something, Jiang Beichen suddenly put his arms around her waist, and then led her quickly into the bedroom.

As soon as he entered the bedroom, Jiang Beichen immediately closed the door behind his back, turned around suddenly, put his arm on the door, and surrounded Song Xiaoya between his arms and the door.

Song Xiaoya's heart trembled suddenly, then she raised her head to look at him in a panic, and immediately shifted her eyes to the ground with a twinkle, blushing, a little embarrassed.

Jiang Beichen's lips slowly approached her, and suddenly he whispered in her ear, "Lie down on the sofa and wait for me obediently."

Hearing the word sofa, Song Xiaoya immediately felt even more ashamed. Jiang Beichen really thought that it would be a good idea.

After Jiang Beichen finished speaking, he let her go and walked to the bathroom.

Song Xiaoya was stunned for a moment, with a look of astonishment on her face, did Jiang Beichen take a bath?

However, in less than ten seconds, Jiang Beichen came back from the bathroom with a hair dryer in his hand.

He strode to the sofa, connected the hair dryer to the power supply, then sat down on the sofa, turned his head, and glanced at Song Xiaoya who was still standing in front of the door, "Why are you still standing there!"

Hearing his cry, Song Xiaoya nodded foolishly and walked towards his position.

It turned out that he was going to help her dry her hair on the sofa, but she thought Jiang Beichen was going to do that on the sofa, so embarrassed...

When she walked to the side of the sofa, Jiang Beichen seemed to be unable to wait any longer, and stretched out his hand to grab her wrist, Song Xiaoya fell into his arms, and then sat firmly on his lap, being held by him hold on.

The hot air from the hair dryer was blowing back and forth on her head, and Jiang Beichen's slender fingers were also moving gently through her hair.

At this time, the faces of the two people were very close to each other, and Song Xiaoya's nose could touch Jiang Beichen's chin with just a slight movement of the tip of her nose.

She raised her head upwards and stared at his handsome face. He was very serious and focused on drying her hair. Her little heart couldn't control it and started beating wildly.

The gentle look of this man is too alluring.

"Jiang Beichen, did the 'do business' you just said outside blow your hair?" Song Xiaoya looked at Jiang Beichen with some amusement and asked.

His words of 'doing business' directly led her into the ditch, causing her to think he was referring to the wife's duty that he often mentioned in his mouth.

"Otherwise, what do you think?" Jiang Beichen looked down at her with a wicked smile, and then asked her.

"It's nothing, I don't feel anything!" Song Xiaoya's eyes flickered immediately after being asked such a rhetorical question, and she explained with a guilty conscience.

She would not admit that she had thought of that kind of thing just now.

"Song Xiaoya, it seems that there are some unhealthy things in your mind." Seeing her shrunk down a little guilty, the mocking smile on Jiang Beichen's face became heavier.

"I didn't! It's all because what you just said was too much!" Song Xiaoya gritted her teeth, raised her head and cast a glance at Jiang Beichen, and then resolutely pushed the blame away.

She can't blame her for thinking about this matter at all. What he said just now was so suggestive that she was led into the ditch by him and misunderstood.

"Song Xiaoya, are you disappointed now?" Jiang Beichen gave her a low laugh, and then whispered in her ear.

"I didn't!" Song Xiaoya pursed her lips, and answered very positively.

Jiang Beichen threw the hair dryer on the sofa aside, stared down at Song Xiaoya's face, then nodded very firmly, "The expression on your face tells me that you are very disappointed!"

Hearing this, Song Xiaoya was startled, did she accidentally show her thoughts on her face again?

Damn, what a shame!

"Jiang Beichen, you misunderstood me. I'm actually..." Just as she was about to explain, Jiang Beichen suddenly lifted her chin, then leaned close to her face and said, "In order to make up for the disappointment in your heart, as you Husband, I can make a sacrifice."

After finishing speaking, his hands hugged her waist a little tighter.

Song Xiaoya was taken aback by his sudden movement
She quickly put her hands in front of him, looked at him with wide eyes, then bit her lips, and gave a dry smile, "No, I'm really not disappointed, so you don't have to sacrifice, tomorrow you will return Going to work, let's go to bed early, hehe—"

Jiang Beichen pursed his thin lips, and said indifferently, "It's almost Chinese New Year, and now it's the annual holiday, so I don't have to go to work tomorrow."

"It's a holiday, so soon? I forgot the time." Song Xiaoya almost forgot, and it will be New Year's Eve in a few days.

Seeing Jiang Beichen's eyes getting hotter and hotter, and his arms getting tighter and tighter, Song Xiaoya secretly sighed that she couldn't escape tonight, so she sat in Jiang Beichen's arms without any senseless struggle up.

Anyway, every time I struggle, I can't escape the ending of being eaten.

Seeing that she suddenly stopped moving, as if she had learned to be obedient, and sat on her body with a blushing face, Jiang Beichen couldn't help laughing lowly.Then he lowered his head again, kissed her lips lightly, and then picked up the hair dryer beside him, "Your hair hasn't been dried yet, so I have to continue to sacrifice time to help you blow it..."

Don't dry your hair after taking a shower, it's easy to catch a cold.

Song Xiaoya was taken aback for a moment, and when she realized it, the hair dryer started to whine again, and Jiang Beichen's hand ran through her hair, continuing to help her dry it.

"..."

There are ten thousand grass mud pigs running wildly past in my heart, is there any! ! !

(End of this chapter)