President entangled with little sweet wife

Jiang Beichen stared at her for a moment, then said with unnatural expression, "I don't like other men's eyes staring at you."

If she dressed up on stage, she would have a lot of white faces and eyes on her. As long as he thought of that scene, Jiang Beichen felt angry.

He is the only one who can see his own woman.

"So what? Anyway, my dress is not transparent..." Song Xiaoya looked at the dress she was wearing and thought it was very good.

When choosing this dress, in order to take care of Jiang Beichen's feelings, she chose a more conservative one, from chest to leg, without any extra nudity.

Compared with those female models who go on the red carpet, her clothes are worse than teeth!

"If I say no, I can't!" Jiang Beichen pursed his lips and gave a cold hum. His voice fell down and he bent down and picked her up.

Song Xiaoya suddenly takes her feet off the ground, and is shocked. Immediately put his hand around Jiang Beichen's neck, "Jiang Beichen, what are you doing?"

This man will not be angry again!

Jiang Beichen didn't speak. He held song Xiaoya in his arms and put it on his chest. Then he quickly walked towards the wardrobe, and bent down to put song Xiaoya there.

Looking at his gloomy face, song Xiaoya felt a little uneasy. She stepped back and leaned her back against the wardrobe.

Jiang Beichen arms in Song Xiaoya's body on both sides, will she around his chest, and then low voice asked her, "you change, or I will help you change?"

Song Xiaoya looked at him discontentedly, "I don't think there's any problem with this dress? Why change it? "

"Too much exposure." Jiang Beichen answers coldly.

Song Xiaoya is speechless. She doesn't know where the skirt on her body is exposed. What's more, now, she will try for a long time.

Jiang Beichen looked at her embarrassed expression, put a hand on her back waist, then found the zipper of her dress and began to pull down.

Song Xiaoya immediately reached out and pushed him, "don't move! I'll change it right away, OK! "

She is very sure, she just say a word of resistance, Jiang Beichen really dare to immediately pick off her clothes, the scene for her.

The man's degree of care It seems to refresh her understanding once again.

Hearing her admit counsels, Jiang Beichen just takes his hand away, stands aside and stares at her.

Song Xiaoya turns around and opens the door of the closet behind her. She is ready to choose new clothes. She doesn't notice Jiang Beichen's action now.

She took out a skirt from the cupboard, a white one-piece skirt, embroidered with flowers and embellished with some ancient charm.

The most important thing is to be conservative. The collar stands up and blocks the neck completely.

In addition to the wrist, there is no exposed place at all, even the lower part of the leg is completely covered, very tight.

Now, can't Jiang Beichen say he's not satisfied?

"President Jiang, do you think this one is OK?" Song Xiaoya with clothes back out, turned to look at Jiang Beichen standing there.

Ginger North Chen line of sight swept one eye, then satisfied of order to nod, "still go!"

"I'll try it on first." Song Xiaoya nodded and put her skirt beside her. She planned to take a look in the mirror to see if it was suitable.

However, Jiang Beichen's eyes have been staring at her tightly, and it seems that he doesn't want to avoid it at all.

Song Xiaoya bit his lip, and then said to him, "Jiang Beichen, you go out first, I want to change."

Jiang Beichen's disdainful expression said, "just like this, I haven't seen it!" This woman is really troublesome. There is still a squeeze between husband and wife.

She's up and down. Is there anything else he hasn't seen? He knows more about her than she does!

"But I don't feel comfortable standing here... " Song Xiaoya turned her lips to protest.

Jiang Beichen ignored her protest, still standing there staring at her, did not want to leave.

"Or I'll go out and change it." Song Ya wants to go outside.

"No, just change it here. Hurry up!"

“……” Song Xiaoya is full of black lines, and finally can only compromise, "then you turn around, you can't..."

Jiang Beichen looks at her embarrassed appearance, this just very reluctantly agreed, then turn round to stand, don't go to see her.

Song Xiaoya breathes a sigh of relief, but when she releases the zipper from behind, she finds that it can't be released at all. It seems that the zipper is entangled by the thread.

She was just about to use both hands. When she tried her best to open the zipper, one hand came out from behind, and then the zipper of her dress was opened.

"Didn't I make you turn around?" She looked at Jiang Beichen and asked, "how do you know my clothes can't be untied?""Hum!" Jiang Beichen responded to her only one word.

“……” Song Xiaoya is speechless.

After the zipper is untied, Jiang Beichen turns around again consciously and looks back at her.

Song Xiaoya immediately takes off her clothes quickly, and then puts on the ready clothes. She is dressed in a snow-white dress, matching her shawl black hair, which looks very good.

Wearing this antique dress on her, she immediately has a soft painting style. The combination of classicality and tenderness is a perfect match.

Song Xiaoya goes to the mirror and turns a circle. Then she holds up her hands and makes a little swan costume. She asks Jiang Beichen, "how do you like me?"

Jiang Beichen turned his head and looked up and down. He went directly to her and put his hands around her waist. His thin lips leaned against her ears and his low voice rang out, "OK! Now, it's time to go to bed! "

Song Xiaoya heard Jiang Beichen agreed, then nodded at ease, and then turned to look at him, "you really don't go to my press conference site?"

She is more concerned about this. Tomorrow is the first press conference held by Xiaoya clothing. She really hopes Jiang Beichen can come to the scene, even if he doesn't show up in public.

"There are some things to do in the company tomorrow, which are inseparable from it." Jiang Beichen narrowed his eyes and then answered her.

"Oh." Song Xiaoya knew that when he was busy, there must be something very important, so he didn't say anything more. He just gave a silent response and felt a little lost in his heart.

When she got up in the morning the next day, song Xiaoya hurried out of the door and rushed to the scene of the press conference to stare at the layout of the scene.

Now, there is still a long time to go before the beginning of the activity. We can have another rehearsal. Everything goes ahead according to the plan, and it is relatively smooth.