Doted on, the president entangled with his little sweet wife

Chapter 42 I...can't massage...

My heart is stuffy!

Seemingly feeling her grievances that she was holding back and wanting to burst out, Jiang Beichen, who was flipping through the documents, suddenly raised his head and looked at her, "You seem to be very upset, do you have a problem with me?"

Of course there are opinions!

It was the first time in her life that she came to the scene to watch a fashion show, so she was allowed to stay in the room and watch TV. Would she have any objections?

Song Xiaoya wanted to nod subconsciously, but just halfway through the nodding, she suddenly noticed the coldness in Jiang Beichen's eyes, and stopped immediately.

But I have something to say in my heart, so uncomfortable.

She peeked at his face and said in a low voice, "Isn't it a bit wasteful for us to watch the press conference here?"

She couldn't understand what Jiang Beichen was thinking at all, and came all this way to watch live TV.

And a few meters away is the hot press conference site!
"You mean, it's superfluous for me to bring you to the press conference?" Jiang Beichen frowned.

"You said it yourself, but I didn't say anything." Song Xiaoya pursed her lips, expressing her agreement in her heart.

Jiang Beichen's face froze, she really thought so.

"Since you think watching the press conference is boring, let's do something interesting." Jiang Beichen sneered, threw away the documents in his hand, and suddenly approached Song Xiaoya.

Song Xiaoya was startled, and quickly shrank back, staring at him with big eyes, "What do you want?"

"What do you think I want to do?" Jiang Beichen narrowed his eyes, and a wicked smile appeared on his stern face.

The next moment, he suddenly made a move, making a gesture to untie his shirt.

Song Xiaoya immediately turned pale with shock, her face turned red, and she finally knew what he was going to do.

"You...don't come here! You're not afraid that your assistant will find out..." Looking at his face getting closer and closer, Song Xiaoya suddenly remembered the scene when he kissed her before, and panicked.

He can't be bisexual, can he take all men and women? ? ?

You already have that assistant with facial paralysis, and you actually stretched out your devil's claws to her again?
"He knows, so what?" Seeing her shrinking back, Jiang Beichen asked her pretendingly curious.

Song Xiaoya was about to say something when Jiang Beichen took off his suit, threw it on the sofa next to him, and continued to approach.

Just when Song Xiaoya was about to scream for help, Jiang Beichen suddenly leaned over, sat on the sofa, shrugged his shoulders at her, and said calmly, "My shoulders are a little tired..."

"Ah?" Song Xiaoya's heart was still beating, she didn't react all of a sudden, she looked at him with lingering fear.

Didn't I just talk about it... Why did I pull my shoulder again in a blink of an eye, this jump is too fast!

"I'm tired. As a wife, shouldn't you give me a massage?" Jiang Beichen looked at Song Xiaoya who was in a daze, and reminded her coldly.

Song Xiaoya's face turned red, it turned out that he took off his clothes to let her massage, she thought...

At that moment just now, she actually thought of the matter of men and women, and she was really scaring herself.

She blushed and glanced at Jiang Beichen, "I...don't know how to massage..."

She is not a servant, nor has she served anyone before. She has never learned such a technical thing as massage.

"No, then you need to learn even more." Jiang Beichen sat still and said as it should.

What I think in my heart is that, taking advantage of the opportunity of being alone now, we must seize the opportunity to enhance the relationship between husband and wife.

(End of this chapter)