Doted on, the president entangled with his little sweet wife

Chapter 14

"Then go back to the room." Jiang Beichen glanced upstairs, and signaled Song Xiaoya to go upstairs with an orderly tone.

After speaking, Jiang Beichen stood up first, Song Xiaoya nodded, and also stood up and followed Jiang Beichen upstairs.

She thought that Jiang Beichen was going to arrange a room for her to live in. Unexpectedly, after the two entered the room, Song Xiaoya discovered that this was the room where she woke up and saw Jiang Beichen last night.

"Why is it here again? Could it be... I want to sleep in your room?" She expressed her confusion. She slept here, so where would he sleep?

"You are my wife now, and I am your husband." Standing beside her, Jiang Beichen turned around to look at her puzzled little face, and then said calmly.

Jiang Beichen's voice wafted into her ears and nose with the smell of perfume on her body. The faint fragrance and warm air made her lose her mind for a moment, and her heart trembled for a moment. This feeling was very familiar and familiar. Very strange.

Song Xiaoya didn't say a word, she was his wife now, so there was no way to argue.

Jiang Beichen turned and walked out of the room, the door closed, and Song Xiaoya was the only one left in the room.

The form was in crisis yesterday, she was only concerned with getting out, and didn't take a closer look at the layout of the room.Looking around now, I can see that the decoration is quite exquisite, luxurious and generous, but also meticulous and appropriate. It really is a place for people of status to live.

Let’s not talk about these decorations, just the bed, table, and carpet, I’m afraid it will cost a lot of money.

She was speechless when she thought of the piles of red tickets under her feet.

dong dong dong~
There was a knock on the door.

Song Xiaoya walked over, opened the door carefully, and was relieved to see a servant standing outside the door.

"Miss Song, here are the clothes for you."

"Oh, come in." Song Xiaoya immediately moved the door aside and stood beside her.

The servant came in with a stack of clothes in his hand, put them away neatly, said good night, and walked out.

"Hey, that..."

"Miss Song, what else do you need to tell me?" The servant stopped and looked at Song Xiaoya when he heard the voice.

"I want to ask, are these the only people in your villa?" Are there too few people, and they seem quiet, deserted, and lifeless.

She was really not used to living here all of a sudden.

"Master likes to be quiet." The servants seemed to be influenced by Jiang Beichen, and they were quiet and cold.

"Can you turn up the lights in this room a little bit, it always feels a little dark." Song Xiaoya glanced at the lights in the room again, it was too power-saving.

"It's too bright, the young master doesn't like it." The servant still replied like this.

Song Xiaoya seemed to have expected it a long time ago, so she didn't ask any more questions. It is probably useless to ask too many questions. The servant's final answers are probably all about Jiang Beichen's likes or dislikes.

This Jiang Beichen has so many problems.

"Miss Song, do you have anything else to do? If not, I'll go out. The young master doesn't like other people appearing in his room."

"..." Song Xiaoya was speechless, this is too much, the three words are inseparable from the young master's preferences, it seems that the world is going to rotate according to your young master's wishes?
"Then what is your young master doing now?"

"The young master should be in the study." The servant replied.

"Oh." Song Xiaoya expressed her understanding.

The servant simply stopped asking, turned around and walked out of the room, and then closed the door carefully.

Song Xiaoya sat down and sighed, this Jiang Beichen is really a weirdo, although rich people are all a little idiots, but it is rare to see someone who is different like this.

Sure enough, the forest is big and there are all kinds of birds.

This Jiang Beichen has too much money to spend, and his temper is so weird.

They come, the security.

Song Xiaoya took a shower in the bathroom, and after she came out, she changed into the new clothes sent by the servant.

It should be getting late, she searched around, but couldn't find where the clock was, and now she couldn't bear it anymore, it was too weird, the whole room was like a prison, there was nothing she wanted.

There is no clock, no telephone, no television, and the only thing to pass the time is the pen and paper on the small desk.

Song Xiaoya sat at the desk, picked up a pencil, and began to draw, just to pass the time.

However, I wanted to draw some sketches and didn't finish them. It's too quiet here, and there is no sound. The sound of the pencil rustling on the paper always feels a little creepy.

I didn't expect to feel scared in the room. This kind of silence is like a scene in a horror movie. I always feel that something will happen next.

Maybe it's because she watched too many horror movies before, but now she's a little paranoid, leaving sequelae.

She just felt that this quietness foreshadowed something, which made her feel a little nervous.

(End of this chapter)