Doted on, the president entangled with his little sweet wife

Chapter 133 Let me give you a hug...

Jiang Beichen was wearing a bathrobe and was reclining on the head of the bed.The neckline of the bathrobe was generously exposed, exposing a large area of ​​skin.He was reading an English book in his hand.

Song Xiaoya, who was looking at this beautiful scene as soon as she entered the door, swallowed involuntarily.Then subconsciously touched his nose with his hand to make sure there was no nosebleed.

Seeing Song Xiaoya walking in, he raised his head slightly, and glanced at her lazily.

Then, I was amused by her small movements, with a smile on the corner of her mouth and light in her eyes, looking at her.

"I'm going to take a shower." Song Xiaoya came back to her senses, and walked over like a bathroom.

"Hurry up, don't make me wait too long." Jiang Beichen urged.

Song Xiaoya nodded awkwardly, and hurried into the bathroom.

After the bathroom door was closed by her, Song Xiaoya stood there and took two deep breaths, and then suppressed the problem of her rapid heartbeat.

After going out for a while, there must be some things between men and women that cannot be escaped, which made her emotionally unstable. I don't know if it was fear or other emotions.

With some tangled thoughts, Song Xiaoya took this bath for a long time.

She was getting lower and lower and couldn't resist the feeling for him, and she always melted into his arms as soon as she touched him.

Jiang Beichen's fit body is not for nothing, and her physical strength is also good. Every time she makes her support hard, she is so tired that she is about to die.

Song Xiaoya even began to wonder if this was her body, why she became so dependent on Jiang Beichen and became so...unspeakable.

However, she seemed unable to change anything, as if someone had set a trajectory, she could only approach step by step, and then fell into it.

After taking a shower and changing into her nightgown, it was past midnight when Song Xiaoya came out of the bathroom.

Seeing her coming out, Jiang Beichen threw the book in his hand on the sofa, a little unhappy, "Why is it taking so long?"

If he could not hear the sound, he must have suspected that she passed out in the bathroom.If she doesn't come out again, he will rush in.

"After washing, the hair will be dried, so it took some time." She stroked her long hair.

Jiang Beichen sat up, then stretched out his hand to throw off the quilt, patted the bed with his hand, and said to her in an orderly voice, "Come here quickly!"

It's already midnight now, it's time to rest.

She felt that Jiang Beichen was always acting weird today, and wondered if she was thinking too much.

She dawdled slowly, then sat on the edge of the bed, took off her shoes and climbed up.Trying not to look at Jiang Beichen's expression, she leaned over, covered the quilt, and closed her eyes.

Seeing her cautious look, Jiang Beichen was a little amused. He turned off the bedside light casually, then lay down, hugged her waist with one hand, and buried his nose and mouth between her hair.

Song Xiaoya suddenly became nervous, her body was almost tense, and she dared not move.

"Relax, let me hug you." Jiang Beichen sensed her strangeness, and a soft voice rang in her ears.

Song Xiaoya was a little surprised, was it really just a hug?Why is it different from what I thought?Is it as simple as Jiang Beichen ran over to urge her to come back to sleep with her in his arms?

Embarrassed for a while, Song Xiaoya felt that her thoughts were becoming more and more filthy now, what a little filthy girl!

Putting away those messy thoughts, Song Xiaoya relaxed, her breath was full of Jiang Beichen's unique masculine breath.

When Jiang Beichen was lying next to her before, she was easily influenced and couldn't sleep well, but today she felt that such an embrace gave her enough sense of security, and she fell into a deep sleep not long after.

That night, she slept very soundly and warmly.

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As night fell, the whole city gradually quieted down.

Under a certain building, Song Tianyu's car was still parked here, with a trace of sadness on his brows, he was smoking the cigarette in his hand fiercely.

It was already two o'clock in the morning, and the upstairs window was still lit, attracting his attention.

He didn't know why she didn't rest yet, maybe she was in a bad mood and couldn't sleep.

Song Tianyu threw the burnt cigarette butt out of the car window, then picked up the phone from the seat, and skillfully entered a series of numbers.

He didn't save the address book, but he will probably never forget this series of numbers. This is the mobile phone number he personally registered for Milan a few years ago.

And she hasn't changed her number in the past few years, although she doesn't know how many mobile phones have been changed.

This string of numbers may be the last tacit understanding between them.

After hesitating for a while, Song Tianyu dialed the phone, but no one answered.

His hand holding the phone began to tremble, his eyes were fixed on the window, and the tension in his heart became more and more obvious.

Milan never liked to sleep with the lights on, so she must not be sleeping now, but why didn't she answer the phone?
There was still no one answering the phone, Song Tianyu finally couldn't sit still, he hung up the phone and got off the car, a few minutes later, his figure had already appeared at the elevator entrance on the tenth floor.

After getting out of the elevator, he stood at the door of the room and rang the doorbell.

No one responded.

"Hehe—" Song Tianyu smiled wryly. She probably was really not at home, and he was overthinking it.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, there was a sound in the room, as if something had broken.

His heart tightened suddenly, and he quickly returned to the door of the room, entered a series of numbers on the password key, and the door opened with a sound.

The security password was set by him at the beginning, and it is still valid until now, and Milan has not changed it.

Song Tianyu opened the door and strode in. He was greeted by a strong smell of alcohol. A woman with long curly hair was lying on the sofa, with a sad expression and blurred eyes.

She was wearing a nightgown with suspenders, her eyes were tightly closed, and she was lying on the sofa on her side, with her white and slender legs exposed.

Song Tianyu stopped, frowned and looked at her drunken appearance, how much alcohol did she drink?

He wanted to wake her up, but he hesitated in the end. He just squatted down and watched her fall asleep quietly.

In the past few years, he had only seen her on TV. This was the first time he saw her so closely. She had lost a lot of weight, which made Song Tianyu feel distressed.

He didn't understand why she insisted on choosing such a path back then, even at the expense of their flesh and blood, why she didn't want to stay by his side and be a little woman who was loved by him.

He couldn't figure it out, and couldn't forget it, so he could only heal his wounds over and over again in the night when there was no one around, but the wound didn't heal, instead it hurt more and more.

Song Tianyu sighed, then picked her up from the sofa, and strode towards the bedroom.

(End of this chapter)