Doted on, the president entangled with his little sweet wife

Chapter 15 What are you going to do...

At this time, Jiang Beichen was sitting in the study, holding a thick stack of materials sent by his assistant, which he specially asked people to collect, all the materials of the Shen family.

He read very fast, but suddenly stopped when he saw a certain line of text.

It was written there that Shen Hao and Song Xiaoya had an engagement, and they were an unmarried couple.

Jiang Beichen held the paper with his hand and exerted a slight force. His gaze remained in place for a long time, and the depths of his eyes were cloudy and cloudy, with a complex expression.

There was a sound of footsteps at the door.

Jiang Beichen closed the documents in his hand, put them on the table, and looked in the direction of the door.

A sneaky little head poked in quietly, and then revealed a smiling face as bright as a flower.

"What... what are you doing?" Song Xiaoya looked at him with wide eyes and a smile.

"What do you think?" Jiang Beichen glanced at the materials and documents on his desk, and asked back.

"Then... can I come in?" Song Xiaoya asked cautiously, with a very sincere attitude, for fear of offending some "young master doesn't like", and then being scolded.

Jiang Beichen raised his eyebrows, looked at her, and didn't speak.

Seeing Jiang Beichen's expression, Song Xiaoya thought he agreed, so she opened the door and walked in.

"I'm here to draw some sketches for you. I will never disturb your work. You can do your work, haha." She walked to a place a little distance away from him and stopped to explain her purpose to him.

In fact, Song Xiaoya didn't want to come here at all, and she didn't want to stay by Jiang Beichen's side, but she couldn't help it.

Everywhere here is eerie, quiet like a ghost house, she must find a living person by her side to be at ease.So, I found him here.

Her major is fashion design, so she often draws some sketches as homework.

Jiang Beichen still didn't answer, and shifted his gaze to his computer screen.

Seeing that he had no intention of throwing her out, she took out a pencil and paper, laid them out, and started drawing.

Although Jiang Beichen's eyes were fixed on the computer screen, he watched Song Xiaoya's movements through the reflection of the screen from time to time.

She was really quiet, she kept sliding the pencil lightly, all her attention was on the paper, and she didn't make any extra noise.

"Why don't you draw pictures in the room and come here?" Jiang Beichen asked her with a slanted face.

"I..." Song Xiaoya raised her head, a little embarrassed, "I'm scared!"

Jiang Beichen frowned, apparently not expecting her to answer like this.

"There's nothing in the room, and the lights are too dim. It's so quiet that I'm a little scared..." She looked up, and the lights in the study were better, not so dim.

Song Xiaoya's voice was very low, but Jiang Beichen could hear every word clearly. That thin, mosquito-like voice seemed to have magical powers, and it suddenly hit his heart.

When he heard her say that she was afraid, Jiang Beichen's heart was suddenly touched, and some similar emotions began to spread, and an inexplicable strong desire to protect arose.

He wanted to protect her and stop her from being afraid.

"Come here." Jiang Beichen turned around and said to her.

Song Xiaoya was a little puzzled, not knowing what he was going to do, but in the end she chose to be obedient, stood up and walked towards him.

"What are you doing... ah..."

Before she finished speaking, Jiang Beichen grabbed her arm, and with a force, she suddenly lost her balance and fell on top of him.

Then, a second later, she went limp and fell into his arms, sitting on his lap.

After discovering where she was, she was about to stand up immediately, and before she had time to move, her hands tightly locked her small waist.

After taking a shower in the room and changing into light clothes, the warmth of Jiang Beichen's palms spread to her waist through the pajamas, making her a little ashamed and struggling hard, but it was of no avail.

The temperature from the palm was still rising, making her face a little red.

There was still the half glass of red wine he had left on the desk. The faint aroma of the wine mixed with the smell of his perfume, exuding a mature and seductive charm.

"Now, are you afraid?" He leaned close to her face and asked softly.

This kind of close contact made her feel that the hand on her waist was too flirtatious/ambiguous, her face turned red unbearably, and her breathing began to become short of breath.

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"No...not afraid anymore..." She lowered her head, avoiding his sight, and shook her head with a blushing face.

Jiang Beichen was tall, and even though Song Xiaoya was sitting on his lap, she was still a bit shorter than him, and she still had to raise her head to see his face.

Song Xiaoya, who had never been so intimate with any man, didn't dare to raise her head at this moment, and could only lower her head like an ostrich.

(End of this chapter)