Under Jiang Beihan's eyes, he understood instantly, took out the phone and handed it to Song Wenxin.
Song Wenxin was a little surprised at the tacit understanding between the two through eye contact.
After picking up the phone, she didn't call home directly, but called one of her classmates who usually played well, and asked her to make a call home for her, saying that she was sleeping at her home tonight.
After the call, Song Wenxin returned the mobile phone to the paralyzed man named Shangguan, and then couldn't help looking at him a few times.
The man with facial paralysis has a burly figure and a relatively ordinary appearance, but he has a... very rough temperament.
And the eye contact between him and Jiang Beihan just now made Song Wenxin confirm his guess about the relationship between the two when he was in the Civil Affairs Bureau!
"Miss Song?" The man Jiang Beihan called Shangguan asked suspiciously when he saw Song Wenxin looking at him with strange eyes.
Song Wenxin quickly shook her head, "No!" But she couldn't help but sigh in her heart, seeing that the Shangguan treated her so badly, could it be that she was jealous of her becoming Jiang Beihan's wife today
Thinking of this, Song Wenxin couldn't help snickering.
She discovered such a big shocking secret!
Seeing her smile, Jiang Beihan, who was reading documents at the office, couldn't help but glance sideways at her.
Damn it! He is going to blow up those newspapers and magazines that scribble that he is gay!
...
Soon, several dishes were placed on the table.
However, these things are not what Song Wenxin likes to eat.
Each of these dishes was cooked in a stately manner and carefully arranged, making it look like they were served in a big hotel.
But... She still prefers to eat home-cooked food made by her mother.
Moreover, she and Jiang Beihan were the only ones in the whole restaurant, which made her feel a little too clean.
The restaurant was quiet, and when Jiang Beihan ate, he moved gracefully. While eating and drinking red wine, there was almost no noise.
Although Song Wenxin had no appetite, she was hungry after traveling all day, so she managed to eat something.
...
"Are you full?" Jiang Beihan put down his chopsticks, and glanced down at Song Wenxin who was sitting across from him, who had already moved his chopsticks.
Song Wenxin nodded.
"Go back to the room." He got up and said to her in a tone like an order.
Song Wenxin nodded, thinking that he was the one who took her to her room, but she didn't expect that she would return to the room from yesterday.
"Do we sleep in the same room?" She asked him in surprise.
"We are husband and wife." He suddenly walked over, approached her, and said lightly.
Following his voice... the faint scent of wine from between his lips floated to the tip of her nose, or the breath was so intoxicating that it made her heart tremble subconsciously.
Song Wenxin suddenly had nothing to say...
He suddenly turned around and left, leaving only Song Wenxin in the bedroom.
She began to look at his bedroom curiously.
The bedroom is very simple, but the details are full of luxury.
Exquisite vases, murals, palace-style wall lamps, handmade carpets... These things, in her eyes, all turned into a lot of RMB.
Just as she was busy visiting Jiang Beihan's bedroom, there were two knocks on the door in the quiet bedroom.
The sudden sound made Song Wenxin startled.