Doted on, the president entangled with his little sweet wife

Chapter 375 Chicken Soup
Hearing that there was something delicious, Jiang Xiaoxiao immediately smiled happily again, she nodded, picked up the soup bowl and drank it in big gulps!After a few strokes, a bowl of soup was drunk.

"Is it good?" Song Xiaoya asked her.

"It's delicious!" Jiang Xiaoxiao nodded at her foolishly, then lifted up the sleeves of her clothes, and was about to wipe the oil off her mouth!
"Don't wipe your mouth with your sleeve, it's unhygienic!" Song Xiaoya immediately stopped her, and while holding her hand, signaled the nurse next to her to bring a tissue!

After receiving the tissue, Song Xiaoya helped Jiang Xiaoxiao wipe the oil from the corners of her mouth like she was taking care of a child.

Jiang Xiaoxiao remained motionless, looking at her with a smirk all the time.

After wiping, Song Xiaoya took out a lollipop from her bag and handed it to Jiang Xiaoxiao, "Hey, this is a reward for you!"

Jiang Xiaoxiao was very happy when she saw that there was a lollipop to eat, and immediately took the lollipop, put it in her mouth and began to bite.

"Wait a minute, the wrapping paper hasn't been torn off yet!" Song Xiaoya helped her tear up the lollipop again with great care, and then returned it to her.

After playing with Jiang Xiaoxiao for a while, it was almost time for dinner. Song Xiaoya rang and hadn't delivered Jiang Beichen's meal yet.

She stood up and said to Jiang Xiaoxiao, "I'll come and play with you next time."

Jiang Xiaoxiao said to her while eating the lollipop, "Then you will bring me something delicious next time!"

"Okay!" Song Xiaoya nodded.

After leaving the hospital, the bodyguard drove directly to the headquarters of the Jiang Group.

Stopping in front of the general building, Song Xiaoya got out of the car with two insulated boxes, and then walked towards the inside.

With Jiang Beichen's bodyguards following her all the way, she entered the headquarters building unimpeded all the way!

When the secretaries outside Jiang Beichen's office saw Song Xiaoya appear, they stood up and said hello, "Hello, madam!"

Song Xiaoya smiled politely at them, and then asked, "Is Jiang Beichen there?"

"The president is still in a meeting!"

Song Xiaoya glanced at the time. It was meal time and she was still in a meeting. It seemed that Jiang Beichen was really busy today.

"Then I'll wait for him in the office." Song Xiaoya turned around and pushed open the door of the office, walked in, while the bodyguard stayed outside.

Having not been here for a while, Song Xiaoya looked around the office, the layout here has not changed at all, it is still the same as before.

Putting the chicken soup on the desk, Song Xiaoya sat on his boss chair and rested, slowly touching her stomach with her hands.

After a while, she realized that there were two wooden photo frames on Jiang Beichen's desk.There is a photo of her in the photo frame, and a wedding photo of the two of them.

Song Xiaoya's gaze was attracted by the picture of her alone.

In the first photo, she is wearing an exquisite evening dress, with a big cake in front of her. In the picture, she is closing her eyes, holding her hands together and making a wish.

The light from the candles on the cake illuminated her face clearly...

Such a picture, with a trace of warmth, made her feel very comfortable.

Was the photo taken by Jiang Beichen?She didn't even know it.

Thinking that Jiang Beichen secretly took a photo of her and put it on the desk in the office, Song Xiaoya was a little surprised by this behavior.

Another wedding photo shows her and Jiang Beichen standing in the sea and kissing when they were on Zhen'ai Island.

This man usually looks like he is not interested in anything, but he secretly puts her photo on his desk.

She suddenly felt that this man's love for her should be more than she imagined.

On the other side, Jiang Beichen was having a meeting with some of the company's upper management in the conference hall, his stern face was full of serious expressions.

The group of people sitting below were silent, not even daring to take a breath, feeling a strong sense of oppression.

Only Zhou Heng, who was sitting next to Jiang Beichen, was a little careless now, crossing his legs very leisurely, flipping through the documents in front of him casually.

A secretary walked in quickly from outside the door, bent down and whispered in Jiang Beichen's ear, "President, the wife is here and is waiting for you in the office."

When he heard the secretary's words, Jiang Beichen's face immediately softened a little, and his black eyes flickered, revealing a bit of surprise.

Seeing his expression on the side, Zhou Heng couldn't help being a little puzzled. What did the secretary tell him just now?

"Zhou Heng, I'll leave it to you!" Jiang Beichen deliberately suppressed the emotions on his face, lowered his voice, and said something to Zhou Heng coldly.

"Ah?" Zhou Heng was a little surprised. He thought that Jiang Beichen would continue to criticize the high-level people present one by one!

Unexpectedly, with a word from the secretary, his expression immediately softened, and he stopped being angry.

Jiang Beichen glared at Zhou Heng, got up quickly, and strode away.

He waved his hand perfunctorily, and then said, "Ahem...that...boss said it just now, and I won't repeat myself anymore. I hope everyone will continue to work hard. This concludes today's meeting."

After leaving the conference room, Jiang Beichen strode towards the office.As soon as he opened the door, he saw Song Xiaoya sitting on his office chair, rubbing his stomach in a daze.

Hearing someone coming in, Song Xiaoya quickly raised her head to look at him, "Is the meeting over?"

"Yeah." Jiang Beichen nodded, then closed the door and strode towards her.

Song Xiaoya stood up from his chair, picked up the insulated box on the table, and said happily, "Jiang Beichen, I made chicken soup for you!"

"You boiled it?" Jiang Beichen was a little surprised, a little idiot who never knew anything about cooking, yet he would cook chicken soup for him?
"Yeah, I've been up all morning, don't worry, I promise it's delicious!" Song Xiaoya patted her chest and promised.

When it was just out of the pot, she took the lead to drink a little. It tasted really good, although it wasn't as good as what Qiao Weiwei made!
Jiang Beichen's eyes stopped on the heat preservation box in her hand.

Is it the soup she cooked specially for him?She came here specially to bring him soup?

A warm current slowly flowed through the bottom of my heart.

Song Xiaoya took the thermos box to the side and sat down on the sofa, then opened the thermos box, and helped him to fill the soup!
Jiang Beichen also quickly walked over and sat down beside her.

Song Xiaoya filled a bowl of soup and was about to blow it for him when Jiang Beichen reached out to pick up the bowl indifferently and took a big gulp.Then, without even frowning, he savored the taste of the soup without changing his expression.

Although it is not very delicious, Jiang Beichen still fell in love with this taste.In the mind, the memory of more than ten years ago appeared in an instant.

When he was a child, his mother would cook chicken soup for the old man, but the old man never had a sip. After Mrs. Jiang found out, he would beat and scold Jiang Beichen's mother.

(End of this chapter)