A complex expression flashed in the black eyes.
At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door.
He closed the files.
The door of the room was opened suddenly, and then a cute little head poked in.
"Well, are you busy?" She looked at him with a smile.
"What do you think?" He glanced at the information in front of him, then raised his eyebrows and looked at her.
"Hehe, can I come in?" She asked him with a smile, her attitude was extremely good.
He didn't speak, just pursed his lips and looked at her.
Seeing this, Song Wenxin took it upon herself to accept it.
She walked in with a chair, and put the chair not far behind her.
"I'm here to draw the blueprints, and I will never disturb your work!" she promised.
In fact, she didn't want to come to Jiang Beihan, but no matter who made the villa go up and down, no one could be seen... She was alone in the quiet bedroom, afraid...
So I had to come to him.
She has a sense of security with someone by her side.
Jiang Beihan didn't speak, but watched her movements behind him through the reflective computer screen.
She is right, she has been drawing pictures very quietly.
"Why are you here?" He pursed his lips and asked her.
"I... I'm afraid..." Song Wen thought for a while, and answered honestly, "It's too quiet in the bedroom, and..." She raised her head and glanced at the lamp above the study: "The light is too dim."
Her voice is very small, weak... like a mosquito calling...
For some reason, when she said that she was afraid, his heart... seemed to be touched by something soft.
It's both itchy and uncomfortable.
He wants to protect the girl.
Thinking, he suddenly stretched out his hand towards her.
"Come here!" He said to her suddenly.
Song Wenxin, who was drawing the design drawings, was stunned for a moment, then looked at him suspiciously, and walked over honestly.
"What's wrong?"
He suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm...
Immediately afterwards, his hand exerted force...
She fell towards him, and in the next second, her body tilted, and she fell directly into his arms, sitting on his lap.
And his hand was holding her slender waist at this moment...
The temperature of his hands spread to the skin around her waist through her pajamas... It made her feel a little hot.
The tip of the nose... also has a little more of his faint smell of red wine, and... the unique scent of a mature man on his body, which is actually a bit pleasant.
"Are you still afraid?" He moved his thin lips and asked her.
His low and deep voice, like the temperature in his hands, made Song Wen feel hot...
Rubbing her face, she blushed unapologetically.