CEO's Domineering and Soft Wife

Beitang Shen quietly took back his sight on the rosefinch and smiled, "OK."

"Worry free, eat this. This is delicious."

"Worry free, I'll help you pick the fish bones..."

A yuan smiled brightly to serve the rosefinch. The rosefinch returned courtesy and served him with vegetables and soup. Their enthusiastic interaction fell into beitangshen's eyes.

A yuan suddenly leaned close to the rosefinch and stared at the corner of her mouth with beautiful eyes.

She was stunned. "What's the matter?"

"It's all right," he reached out and wiped her lips, squinting. "It's stained."

She smiled. "Thank you."

In her heart, she and ah yuan are good friends. There is nothing to make such an intimate move.

But someone doesn't think so. Before ah yuan returns to normal, beitangshen won't think much, but now ah yuan is clear-minded. He is good to her and considerate to her. Even a fool can see it.

Beitangshen couldn't help wondering if ah yuan had special feelings for rosefinch, for example, like her.

Thinking of this possibility, he felt a little uncomfortable. After all, he had a skin relationship with her last night. He was a little tangled. It was difficult to explain where his discomfort came from.

Beitangshen put down his chopsticks heavily and went upstairs without saying a word.

The rosefinch immediately put down his chopsticks.

A yuan glanced at the back of Beitang's deep departure, and then glanced at the rosefinch around him. He frowned and sighed, "worry free, you say, what's the matter with my brother?"

The rosefinch said faintly, "he should be all right. He looks very normal."

Ah yuan shook his head. "No, it's not normal. He didn't say a word tonight." his eyes brightened, he stared at her mysteriously and said in a low voice, "worry free, is my brother jealous?"

"Jealous?" The rosefinch was surprised, "what vinegar do you eat and whose vinegar do you eat?"

Ah yuan touched her hair and sighed, "fool, of course I'm jealous of you. I guess my brother must like you."

"Ah yuan, are you talking in your sleep?" Rosefinch couldn't help laughing. She hasn't heard such a funny joke for a long time. Will Beitang like her?

Ah yuan puffed his cheeks and said wrongfully, "what I said is true."

Rosefinch smiled, patted him on the shoulder and said seriously, "ah yuan, your brother has a favorite in his heart. Don't connect me with him in the future."

Ah yuan stared into her eyes, "worry free, do you like my brother?"

Rosefinch smiled, "I don't like it."

"You lie!" Ah yuan shouted discontentedly, "my brother is so good. Why don't you like him?"

The rosefinch was amused by his childish words. "Ah yuan, you are too young to understand emotional things. It's not because someone is very good that I have to like him."

Ah yuan's face was black. "I'm one year older than you, ah!"

"But your mental age is younger than me." The rosefinch gave him no mercy at all.

Beitang deeply noticed that the relationship between ah yuan and rosefinch was getting closer and closer. He often saw them snuggle up on the sofa watching cartoons. They both held pillows in their hands and smiled like children.

He suddenly found that the rosefinch looked very good when she smiled. Her eyes were beautiful. Whenever she smiled, they bent into crescent moon, and there was a charm in her innocence.

When she got along with ah yuan, she was casual and cheerful, but she was still cold in front of him. This cognition made him guess. In fact, she liked ah yuan.

Ah yuan likes her, and she also likes ah yuan. They are like a close couple. His existence seems to be a little redundant.

However, ah yuan didn't know about the skin relationship between him and rosefinch. If he knew, would he dislike her? Will you blame him for being a brother?

Beitang's deep eyebrows were locked into a "Chuan" shape, and his heart became more and more agitated.

"Brother." Ah yuan suddenly opened the door and interrupted his thoughts.

"What's the matter?" Beitangshen saw the skull in his hand. It was rare for him to hold it since he recovered his mind.

Ah yuan sat on the cloth sofa opposite him, rubbed the skull with his fingers, seemed to have made a great determination, bit his lips and said, "I want Xiaoqing to settle down."

Only in this way can he really let go. Beitangshen was very happy for him, and the corners of his lips hooked up, "OK, I'll arrange it."

His black and white eyes were bright, and he grinned, "thank you, brother."

Xiaoqing's remains are only her head. She was also buried in Qingshan Lingyuan. After saying goodbye to her remains, beitangshen and suque left a private space for ah yuan.

They walked one after another to a cherry tree. Beitangshen suddenly turned around, looked at the rosefinch with deep eyes and said in a deep voice, "are you refusing to marry me because of ah yuan?" The rosefinch was slightly stunned. He glanced at ah yuan in the distance and said faintly, "No."

Beitang's deep eyes moved and his thin lips stretched. "Ah yuan is very simple. Don't let him get hurt. Don't tell him about us."

It seemed that something stabbed the rosefinch in the heart and hurt slightly. She looked at him quietly, "I said, it has nothing to do with ah yuan. You don't have to worry about me bringing him bad."

There was a flash of annoyance in beitangshen's eyes. He didn't mean that. He just wanted to make her and ah yuan happy, but he was afraid that ah yuan would mind what happened between him and her, so he let her hide it from ah yuan.

"Nothing. I'll go first and ask for leave today." She glanced at him faintly and turned to go.

He said suddenly, "wait a minute."

She turned to look at him.

He pursed his lips. "I didn't mean that."

Her face was calm. "What?"

He was a little agitated and frowned, "forget it, it's all right, you go."

She nodded casually, "tell ah yuan for me."

That night, the rosefinch came home very late. A luxury car took her downstairs. A handsome blonde came down from the driver's seat and helped her out from the co driver. She was like a pool of mud in the handsome man's arms with an intoxicated smile on her face.

Beitangshen stood in front of the window on the second floor. He looked coldly at the blonde man holding her and rang the doorbell. Then he heard the servant welcoming the rosefinch into the door.

There was a staggering sound of footsteps in the empty staircase, and the worried voice of the servant, "Miss rosefinch, please be careful, there are steps here."

The rosefinch is tall, about one meter and seven meters. In this comparison, the height of the maid holding her is up to her shoulder. The petite maid is tired and worried. For fear of falling the rosefinch, she finally helped her to the corridor on the second floor. She has been sweating all over.

"Hoo Hoo..." the maid breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly looked up and found a tall and straight figure standing in the corridor. She quickly and respectfully called, "young master."

Beitang looked at the drunken rosefinch with deep eyes. She hung her head and leaned on the maid. She looked very drunk. The maid was overwhelmed and out of breath.

He slowly approached them, grabbed the rosefinch's arm, suddenly dragged her from the maid to his arms, and said faintly, "I'll take her back to her room. Go and have a rest."

The maid bowed respectfully. "Yes, good night, young master."

The rosefinch was extremely dishonest. He twisted his body and giggled. He didn't know what he was muttering.

Beitang knows her drinking capacity. She must have drunk a lot before she became so drunk.

There was an inexplicable anger in his heart. She was drunk and alone. Didn't she know it would be dangerous? Who is the blonde man who just sent her back?

She stumbled at her feet and almost fell. Fortunately, he firmly held her slender waist and dragged her body up. She stuck tightly to his chest, raised her head in confusion and whispered vaguely, "who are you

With his iron face, he held her in one hand and her chin in the other hand, forcing her to look directly at herself and squeeze out a few words from between her teeth, "take a good look at who I am!"

Her star eyes were slightly open, her delicate eyebrows were slightly frowned, and her face showed a thoughtful expression. Shu Er smiled foolishly, "ah yuan, you are ah yuan."

Beitangshen had an impulse to throw her out.

She put her arms around his neck, pursed her red lips and pitifully said, "ah yuan... I feel bad... It's bad here..." she pointed to her chest, "my head hurts..."

Beitang Shen's face was as black as the bottom of the pot. He said angrily, "it's strange that you don't have a headache when you drink so much wine."

He simply picked her up and threw her on the bed.

He quickly pulled a thin quilt over her.