Doted on, the president entangled with his little sweet wife

Chapter 43 Find a Way to Slip Out
"But I'm stupid, I'm sure I won't be able to learn it." Song Xiaoya refused to go forward, always feeling that doing so was a bit like a third party intervening.

"Do you want me to teach you personally?" Seeing that Song Xiaoya was not on the road, Jiang Beichen was a little dissatisfied, and looked at her with an unusual smile on his face.

That kind of laughter made Song Xiaoya's heart tense again, as if she was being targeted by a ferocious beast.

Although she didn't know how to teach it, she felt that it must be a bad thing!
"No need... I suddenly... suddenly remembered how to massage." After finishing speaking, I walked over a bit, found a good place, and prepared to start. Isn't it just a massage? I have never eaten pork and I have seen how pigs run. It's no big deal of.

Seeing her coming obediently, Jiang Beichen raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction, and began to close his eyes and rest his mind.

Song Xiaoya bit her lip, then stretched out two hands, and placed them lightly on Jiang Beichen's shoulders. Through the thin shirt, she could clearly feel his body temperature.

Having never learned massage, she tried to follow the posture on TV, pinching his shoulders left and right.

The faint smell of Jiang Beichen floated into her nose, whether it was perfume or shampoo, it was a faint fragrance.For a moment, Song Xiaoya felt that this smell was actually quite pleasant.

The next moment, she immediately pulled back and complained to herself, what's wrong with her?What were you thinking about just now!

When Song Xiaoya was struggling, Jiang Beichen just closed his eyes and rested his mind, sitting there enjoying the massage service she provided.

Although the technique is very unfamiliar, the position is not accurate, and the strength is far from reaching, but what does it matter, people are the most important!

The TV screen was still broadcasting the outside press conference, Song Xiaoya was not in the mood to watch it now, she rubbed Jiang Beichen's shoulders out of interest, and glared at him to stop.

Jiang Beichen enjoyed this feeling very much. He squinted his eyes, enjoying the comfortable atmosphere.

"I'm tired." A few minutes later, Song Xiaoya, who couldn't wait for Jiang Beichen to stop, couldn't bear it anymore, let go of her hand, and quit!
Jiang Beichen didn't make things difficult for her anymore, he picked up the documents on the table again and began to flip through them. Song Xiaoya gave him a blank look, and continued to watch the pictures on the TV.

In the lounge, apart from the sound from the TV, the only sound left was the sound of papers being flipped.

Song Xiaoya would move after a while, or sit in a different posture, keeping her eyes on Jiang Beichen, and found that he seemed to be completely immersed in the content of the document, and didn't notice her movements at all.

Next, Song Xiaoya finally took action, she gently moved to the edge of the sofa, then slowly stood up and prepared to sneak out quietly, to watch the real press conference outside.

Just when he raised his foot and was about to run away, a cold voice sounded from behind, "Where are you going?"

Song Xiaoya froze for a moment, put her raised foot down again, turned her head in embarrassment, not knowing what to say, so she wittily covered her stomach with her hands, "I...I suddenly feel sick to my stomach, I want to go bathroom……"

Jiang Beichen sneered, he couldn't hide this trick, "There is a toilet in the room."

"Really? Why didn't I find out?" Song Xiaoya smiled awkwardly. It was just an excuse she made out of desperation, but she didn't expect to be exposed as soon as she opened her mouth.

It seems that Jiang Beichen is not so easy to fool.

"I don't know why, but my stomach doesn't hurt suddenly," Song Xiaoya said seriously, rubbing her stomach.

(End of this chapter)