Doted on, the president entangled with his little sweet wife

Chapter 376 The cousin-in-law is still reasonable!

Every time, my mother would hide in the room and cry secretly.

In the old man's heart, likewise, Jiang Beichen's mother had never been there, and he never paid any attention to the grievances she received.

If it was chicken soup boiled for him by his beloved, how could he be willing to waste it!

Thinking about it, Jiang Beichen drank a few more gulps!

"Aren't you afraid of being hot?" Seeing him drinking so quickly, Song Xiaoya was a little worried.

"Why don't you blow it for me?" Jiang Beichen put down the bowl, moved his face close to her intentionally, and asked in a low voice in her ear.

Song Xiaoya was taken aback by his actions, and quickly shrank back.In my mind, I remembered the scene when she was burned and he wanted to blow her mouth.

She quickly shifted her gaze to the bowl, "Let me help you blow the soup..."

Looking at her actions, Jiang Beichen's stern face couldn't help softening a bit, he suddenly raised his eyes and asked her, "Why don't you ask me if I like the drink?"

"I already know your answer, what else is there to ask?" Song Xiaoya said helplessly.His answer must be good, or not bad.

The answer is already known, so it makes no difference whether you ask or not.

"Are you so sure?" Jiang Beichen frowned. Does this woman know what he is going to say?

When he said this, Song Xiaoya couldn't help but wonder, would his answer be different this time?
She moved her body, sat upright on the sofa, and then looked at him expectantly, "Is this soup delicious?"

"Delicious." Jiang Beichen replied without hesitation.

The expression on Song Xiaoya's face was a little surprised, he really gave a different answer this time, it wasn't good, it wasn't okay, but it was delicious!

It is really not easy for Jiang Beichen to say a word of praise.It seems that he really likes her soup!

Song Xiaoya couldn't help feeling a little excited, "That's good, I'll do it for you later."

"Okay." Jiang Beichen pursed his thin lips, and stared at her tenderly with his black eyes.

Dongdong——There was a knock on the door of the office.

Jiang Beichen frowned, and when he was about to tell the other party to leave, the door had already been pushed open, and Zhou Heng strode in from the outside.

When he saw Song Xiaoya sitting on the sofa, Zhou Heng had an enlightened expression on his face, and couldn't help joking, "I said why did you run away suddenly, it turned out that your wife came, and you are abusing the public for personal reasons! "

"Didn't I ask you to continue the meeting?" Seeing Zhou Heng running out, Jiang Beichen's face became gloomy, knowing that this guy must be perfunctory again!

"You have said everything that needs to be said, and I have nothing to say. Besides, you are the only one who sings the bad face in the company. There is no need to sacrifice my perfect image!"

"It smells so good. Is this chicken soup?" Zhou Heng walked in and noticed the thermal box on the coffee table.

No wonder, as soon as he entered the door, he smelled a scent. It turned out to be chicken soup!

"I boiled it, do you want to try it..." Out of politeness, Song Xiaoya greeted Zhou Heng in a friendly manner.

"Then I won't be polite, I just feel a little hungry!" Zhou Heng heard that Song Xiaoya cooked the chicken soup himself, and he couldn't wait to taste it. After he sat down, he picked up the insulated box and started filling the soup.

But at this time, an unhappy voice suddenly sounded, "Take your claws away!"

Jiang Beichen stared closely at Zhou Heng's hand with black eyes, like a sharp knife trying to cut his hand open...

This bastard really doesn't regard himself as an outsider. This is the chicken soup his wife cooked for him, and no one can touch it!

Zhou Heng was taken aback by his voice, looked at the fragrant chicken soup in the insulated box, and felt a little greedy, "I said, President Jiang Da, you are too stingy, so much chicken soup, I just tasted it." no?"

"Get out!" Jiang Beichen narrowed his eyes, and then coldly highlighted a word.

In his tone, he did not hide the threat at all!
Sure enough... After Zhou Heng heard Jiang Beichen's words, Zhou Heng was in a bad mood.

"Forget it, stop drinking!" He put down the thermos box like throwing a hot potato.To offend Lord Boss for a sip of soup, this deal is not worth it.

Seeing that Zhou Heng was so afraid of Jiang Beichen, Song Xiaoya couldn't help but snickered, "Jiang Beichen, let him drink some. If you like it, I'll make it for you when I go back."

In fact, Song Xiaoya thinks that Zhou Heng is quite interesting, and there is so much chicken soup, it's okay to let him drink some.At worst, she'll cook Jiang Beichen more when she goes back!

Zhou Heng on the side quickly nodded in agreement, "The cousin-in-law is still reasonable!"

Hearing Chi Guoguo's roundabout and mocking him, Jiang Beichen glanced over coldly.

Drink the soup made by his wife?Don't even think about it!

Zhou Heng originally planned to keep his face to the end, but when he saw Jiang Beichen's murderous eyes, he immediately got up and dodged, "Well... a girl is going to celebrate her birthday today, so for my happy life at night, let's go first."

As soon as Zhou Heng left, the office became quiet again. By the time Song Xiaoya realized it, Jiang Beichen had already finished the soup in the bowl.

She served him again, seeing his appetite, Song Xiaoya's heart was full of satisfaction.

In Jiang Beimo's villa.

Qiao Weiwei lay in the bedroom all morning, and she didn't get out of bed since she woke up, and she didn't see Jiang Beimo's figure until noon. The fear in her heart was relieved a little.

Looking at the scenery outside the window, she couldn't go out, and she didn't know when she could leave this cage, when she could escape Jiang Beimo's clutches.

"Young Mistress, it's lunch time. Let me help you downstairs." The servant came in from the door, stood beside the bed, and said politely.

Qiao Weiwei thought that Jiang Beimo might be downstairs, then shook her head, "I don't want to eat."

Hearing what she said, the servant just nodded slightly, and then backed out.Soon there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, coming towards the bedroom.

Jiang Beimo appeared in the room, and as soon as he came in, he saw Qiao Weiwei sitting on the bed with a blank face, staring out the window in a daze.

"Why don't you eat?" Compared to last night's attitude, Jiang Beimo's attitude today is much softer.

"If you don't want to eat, you just don't want to eat. Didn't you do the same in the past?" Qiao Weiwei stared at the window without turning her head to look at him.

In the past, every time Jiang Beimo returned to Jiang's house, Qiao Weiwei would cook for him meticulously and make a table of delicious meals. He just said coldly that he didn't want to eat, and then turned around and left.

She knew that it wasn't that he didn't want to eat, it was just that he didn't want to eat with her and didn't want to see her.

(End of this chapter)