The sudden sound made Song Wenxin startled.
"Miss Song, I'm here to deliver clothes to you." A servant's voice sounded outside the door.
"Come in!" Song Wenxin immediately looked back and stood still.
The servant pushed open the door and entered, holding a stack of clothes in his hand.
After putting away the clothes, the servant turned around and prepared to leave.
But Song Wenxin stopped him.
"Wait a minute!"
The servant stopped and turned to look at her: "Miss Song, what else can I do?"
"Actually, there's nothing wrong with it. I just think it's a little too quiet here?" Song Wenxin turned her head and glanced around, perhaps because she was used to a lively home, she seemed a little unaccustomed to being here all of a sudden.
"Sir doesn't like to be noisy."
"Then can you turn this light up a bit? It always feels a bit dark!" Song Wenxin nodded, and then glanced at the light above her head again.
The light is too dim for her to adapt to!
"Mister doesn't like too much light." The servant then replied.
"..." Song Wenxin was speechless, and really wanted to answer her, your husband has so many problems...
"Miss Song, is there anything else, I'll leave first if there's nothing else, sir doesn't like it..."
"Okay, don't tell me Jiang Beihan's preferences anymore, where is he now?" Song Wenxin finally couldn't listen anymore, she didn't want to hear the servant keep telling her that their husband didn't like this or that... As if there is nothing he likes in this world!
"It should be in the study." The servant said.
Song Wenxin nodded, "I see, let's go!"
"Yes." The servant nodded, then turned and left, closing the door quietly.
Song Wenxin sighed, and couldn't help saying to himself: "This Jiang Beihan is really a weirdo."
The richer a person is, the weirder his temper is, this sentence is really not a lie.
For example, Jiang Beihan, who is extremely rich, but also has an extremely weird temper!
...
After Song Wenxin took a shower, she changed into the underwear and nightdress brought by the servant, dried her hair, and left the bathroom.
When she came out, she wanted to check what time it was, but she found that there was not even a clock in the bedroom.
It's very quiet here, so quiet that Song Wenxin is very uncomfortable.
But there is not even a TV in the bedroom to pass the time.
After searching for a long time, she only found paper and pen in the bedroom, which was the only thing she could pass the time with.
She sat down on the carpet next to the sofa, put the pen and paper on the coffee table, and began to draw with the pencil.
Song Wenxin's major is fashion design, and she hasn't finished the homework assigned by the school, so she just sat here and started drawing the design.
It's just that she didn't draw twice before she gave up and put down the pen...
It's too quiet here, and the quietness makes her very uncomfortable...
But this is not the point, the point is this quietness, but it makes her feel a little scared.
She admitted that this was the aftereffect of watching too many horror movies a while ago!
Feeling the quiet atmosphere, Song Wenxin's scalp couldn't help but feel a little numb.
...
study.
Jiang Beihan was looking at the information about Shen Jiayu just sent by his assistant. When he turned to the page of information about Shen Jiayu, his fingers tightened slightly.
Where his gaze was, the relationship between Song Wenxin and Shen Jiayu was written.
unmarried couple.
A complex expression flashed in the black eyes.