Chapter 14

"Then go back to the room." Jiang Beichen takes a look at the upstairs and signals song Xiaoya to go upstairs with the same tone of command.

Finish saying Jiang Beichen stood up first, song Xiaoya nodded, also stood up and followed Jiang Beichen to go upstairs.

She thought that Jiang Beichen was going to arrange her room. Unexpectedly, song Xiaoya found that this was the room where she woke up last night and saw Jiang Beichen after two people entered the room.

"Why is it here again? Is I'm going to sleep in your room? " She said she didn't understand. She was sleeping here, so where was he going to sleep?

"You are my wife now, and I am your husband." Jiang Beichen stood beside her, turned to look at her puzzled face, and then said calmly.

Jiang Beichen's voice is accompanied by the perfume of her body floating into her ears. In her nose, the faint fragrance and warm air make her feel absent for a moment, and her heart trembles for a moment. This feeling is very familiar and strange.

Song Xiaoya is speechless, she is his wife now, have no way to explain.

Jiang Beichen turns around and walks out of the room. The door closes and song Xiaoya is left alone.

Yesterday, the form of the crisis, she only focused on getting away, did not look at the layout of the room. Now when I look around, I find that the furnishings are exquisite. They are not only luxurious and generous, but also meticulous and appropriate. It's really a place for people with status to live.

Let's not talk about these decorations, just beds, tables and carpets. I'm afraid they will cost a lot of money.

At the thought that she was stepping on a lot of red tickets under her feet, she was amazed.

There was a knock on the door.

Song Xiaoya goes over and opens the door carefully. She is relieved to see the servant standing outside.

"Miss Song, this is the dress for you."

"Oh, come in." Song Xiaoya immediately stood aside from the door.

The servant came in with a pile of clothes in his hand, put them neatly, said good night and went out.

"Hey, that..."

"Miss Song, what else can I do for you?" The servant heard the sound and stopped to look at Song Xiaoya.

"I want to ask, are these the only people in your villa?" People are not too few, it seems quiet, cold and clear, not angry.

She is not used to living here all of a sudden.

"The young master likes to be quiet." It seems that the servants are also influenced by Jiang Beichen. They don't talk much and are cold.

"If the lights in this room can be turned on a little, I always feel a little dim." Song Xiaoya takes another look at the light in the room, which also saves electricity.

"It's too bright. The young master doesn't like it." The servant replied like this.

Song Xiaoya seems to have expected that, so she doesn't ask any more questions. It's no use asking too many questions. The servant's final answer is that Jiang Beichen likes it or doesn't like it.

Jiang Beichen has so many bad habits.

"Miss Song, what else can I do for you? If not, I'll go out. The young master doesn't like others to show up in his room. "

“……” Song Xiaoya is speechless. This is too much. Three words are not separated from the young master's preference. It seems that the earth has to turn according to your young master's meaning?

"What is your young master doing now?"

"The young master should be in the study." Answered the servant.

"Oh." Song Xiaoya said she understood.

The servant didn't ask at all, turned and walked out of the room, then carefully closed the door.

Song Xiaoya sits down and sighs. Jiang Beichen is really a weirdo. Although rich people have a little hobby, it's really rare to see such a different person.

Sure enough, the forest is big and there are all kinds of birds.

Jiang Beichen can't spend all his money, and his temper is strange.

When it comes, it will be settled.

Song Xiaoya takes a bath in the bathroom, then comes out and changes into new clothes sent by the servant.

It should be late. After a round of searching, she couldn't find where the clock was. At last, she couldn't bear it. It's too weird. The whole room is just like a prison. It doesn't matter what you want.

There is no clock, no telephone, no TV, the only thing that can pass the time is the pen and paper on the small desk.

Song Xiaoya sits in front of the desk, picks up the pencil, and draws it. Quan takes it as a waste of time.

However, I didn't finish drawing some sketches. It's too quiet here. There's no sound. The sound of the pencil rustling on the paper is always creepy.

I didn't expect to feel scared in the room. This kind of quiet is like the camera in a horror film. I always feel that something will happen next.

Maybe she used to watch too many horror movies, but now she's a little paranoid, leaving a sequel.

I just feel that this quiet indicates something, which makes her feel a little hairy.