Doted on, the president entangled with his little sweet wife

Chapter 362 Old urchin

In the morning, Song Xiaoya slept soundly.

Jiang Beichen suddenly received a call. There were some urgent matters in the company that he needed to deal with immediately. He got up and changed into a suit of clothes, and was about to leave.

Before going out, Jiang Beichen kissed her gently on the lips, then gently stroked her face, stared at her for a while, then turned and left contentedly.

Not long after Jiang Beichen left, Song Xiaoya slowly opened her eyes, stretched her waist, and slowly got up.

She walked to the balcony and looked down at the downstairs. Jiang Beichen's car just left the iron gate of the villa.

Back in the room, she looked at the time, it was getting late.After washing up, Song Xiaoya went downstairs to have breakfast.

Since she became pregnant, for the sake of the baby in her womb, she will not miss breakfast every day, and eat it when she wakes up.

After breakfast, she asked the servant to call the driver, reported the address of the hospital, and asked the driver to take her there.

Fortunately, she didn't make any mistakes these days, so Jiang Beichen didn't issue any grounding order to her.

Jiang Beichen didn't like her running to the hospital all the time, so she had to wait until Jiang Beichen left before going secretly. After all, she promised Uncle Liu yesterday that she would play chess with the old man.

After arriving at the hospital smoothly, Song Xiaoya bought a bouquet of flowers and a basket of fresh fruits, went straight into the hospital, and walked towards Master Jiang's ward.

When she went, Uncle Liu was playing chess with Mr. Jiang, but it didn’t seem long before Mr. Jiang threw the chess pieces away in a bored way, “It’s boring to play chess with you, go and call my eldest daughter-in-law here.” !"

Master Jiang said a little angrily, his tone and expression, very much like a child when he is angry.

Seeing the old man like this, Song Xiaoya immediately thought of three words - old naughty boy.This word seems to be very suitable to describe the current Mr. Jiang.

After Master Jiang finished speaking, Uncle Liu saw Song Xiaoya carrying something and came to the door of the ward, "Miss Third, are you here?"

Seeing Song Xiaoya, Uncle Liu was a little surprised, thinking that she might not be here today.Then, he got up immediately and politely took the things for her.

"No need, these things are not heavy." Song Xiaoya looked at Uncle Liu, and then politely declined.

Song Xiaoya walked slowly to the window, put the flowers on the cabinet, and then pointed to the fruit in the fruit basket, "What fruit do you want, I'll peel it for you."

Master Jiang turned his head to look at the bouquet of flowers on the cabinet, then at the fruit Song Xiaoya was carrying, and finally his eyes stopped on the red apple.

Song Xiaoya understood immediately, put down the fruit basket, took out a fruit knife from it, and began to peel the apples carefully.

Not long after, Song Xiaoya handed the peeled apple to Master Jiang.Master Jiang reached out to take the apple, and took a bite with satisfaction.

"Why doesn't Beicheng come to see me?" At this moment, Master Jiang suddenly asked with some dissatisfaction.

"Oh, he's a bit busy with work today, so he didn't come." Song Xiaoya paused, and then quickly explained.

There's no way, why does Mr. Jiang now regard Jiang Beichen as Jiang Beicheng and her as Jiang Beicheng's wife.In front of an old man whose mind is not clear, she can only go along with it.

"That's right, he's been smart since he was a child, so he should focus on the Jiang family's career." Hearing Song Xiaoya's explanation, Master Jiang could only nod his head.

When Master Jiang talked about Jiang Beicheng's childhood, Song Xiaoya suddenly became curious.Last time Master Jiang said that Jiang Beicheng could beat him at chess at the age of seven, but it was later confirmed that Jiang Beichen was the one who beat him at chess at the age of seven.

So, this time, she really wanted to know whether Master Jiang was referring to Jiang Beichen or Jiang Beicheng when he said that he was smart since childhood.

"That dad, I suddenly want to know what he was like when he was a child, can you tell me more?" In order to confirm the doubt in her heart, Song Xiaoya couldn't help but ask Master Jiang kindly.

Seeing that Song Xiaoya wanted to know so much, Mr. Jiang suddenly closed his eyes.He put down the apple in his hand, and then said suddenly, "It's fine if you want to know, first play a game of chess with me."

Song Xiaoya looked at the chessboard, "Didn't you dislike me for being stupid last time, saying that I can't play chess?"

"I said you are stupid, but I didn't say that stupid people can't play chess!"

"..." Looking at Mr. Jiang's confused look, sometimes his brains turn very quickly. Forget it, she doesn't need to care about anything with an old man who is already crazy.

On the other side, suburban villas.

Jiang Beimo went upstairs, but he didn't come down again.Qiao Weiwei waited more and more anxiously on the first floor, but there was nothing she could do.

Moreover, she didn't dare to be alone with Jiang Beimo, so she didn't dare to go up to find him, so she could only wait helplessly downstairs.

The time passed by every minute and every second, and Jiang Beimo didn't come down for a long time.Qiao Weiwei held the kraft paper bag containing the divorce materials by herself, and finally got a little impatient waiting.

Although she had been working as the Second Young Mistress in Jiang's family for more than two years, her temper and personality had already been worn down a lot, but such aimless waiting did make Qiao Weiwei feel a little uncomfortable.

If it was possible, she wished she could divorce Jiang Beimo immediately and completely dissolve this awkward relationship between husband and wife.

After thinking for a long time, Qiao Weiwei finally couldn't help but walked up the stairs and walked towards the second floor.When she reached the corridor on the second floor, she could hear a slight sound coming from a certain room.

Qiao Weiwei walked towards the sound curiously.

The door of the room was open. Inside, Jiang Beimo took off his upper body clothes, was shirtless, and was hitting sandbags.

Every time the heavy sandbag was hit, there was a dull sound. Jiang Beimo's upper body was covered with a thin layer of sweat.

His handsome face was full of concentration and vitality at this moment.

Jiang Beimo usually spends some time exercising. Qiao Weiwei used to wipe his sweat and water for him when he was in Jiang's house before.

But today, when he hit the sandbag, he seemed to be venting a bit.It looked as if he had encountered something that made him unhappy.

Qiao Weiwei couldn't take his eyes off his focused look.

After a while, Qiao Weiwei, who realized that she had lost her composure, quickly shook her head and pulled her thoughts back. She shouldn't have any nostalgia for this man anymore.

Just as Qiao Weiwei was hesitating whether to interrupt him, Jiang Beimo's movements suddenly stopped.

His body froze, and he took a few steps back, blocking the rebounding force of the sandbag.Turning her head and staring at Qiao Weiwei for a few seconds, her eyes stopped on the paper bag she was holding in her arms.

This woman is like a baby, holding something for divorcing him, which makes him annoyed again.

The fire that had just been suppressed suddenly came up again!
Qiao Weiwei watched him stop, looked towards the door, and couldn't help asking, "When will you take it with you for a divorce?"

(End of this chapter)