In the living room, there are only two people left, Qiao Weiwei and Jiang Beimo. This kind of atmosphere makes Qiao Weiwei feel a little uncomfortable.

Jiang Beimo's body is very close to her, his upper body has not been dressed, and the tip of her nose is full of the smell of light sweat mixed with his body.

I don't know why. She always feels that the way Jiang Beimo looks at her seems to be different from before.

In the past, even if he spoke to her, he seldom looked her in the eye. But now, his eyes often revolve around her.

This look made her feel uneasy and uncomfortable.

Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere in the living room became a little strange.

Qiao Weiwei took a look at the legs on her hand, and then asked Jiang Beimo, "my leg is injured. I can't walk now. Please ask someone to send me back."

Now she can only ask him for help, and there is no other way.

Jiang Beimo did not answer her, did not promise to help her, did not refuse.

Just as Qiao Weiwei looks at him in doubt, Jiang Beimo suddenly bends down and holds her from the ground. Qiao Weiwei is surprised and asks in panic, "what are you doing?"

To her surprise, he didn't carry her like he did last time, but chose a gentle hug.

"Take you to rest." Jiang Beimo looked down at her in his arms, and then walked toward the second floor with her in his arms.

"You may have heard me wrong. I mean to have you send someone home." She thought she had made a mistake and explained.

But Jiang Beimo didn't intend to put her down. "This is your home."

"Not here!" She shook her head. How could this be her home.

Jiang Beimo stopped and looked at her, "you are my wife, so where I am, it's your home!"

His words, listen to Qiao Weiwei some in a trance, this is what a ridiculous theory!

What he means is that only men can dominate. Can women always be accessories? In his eyes, women's status is so low?

She argued, "this is not my home, I want to go back."

But Jiang Beimo didn't pay attention to her any more. Instead, he held her and went directly to the master bedroom on the second floor. He strode to the bedside and put her down.

Qiaoweiwei immediately sat up, whole body vigilant looking at him, protest said, "I want to go back."

It seems that this man is not going to let her go, but also want her to continue to serve his life as before?

"No way." And this time, Jiang Beimo didn't even bother to say anything more to her.

"Why?" Qiao Weiwei clenched her teeth and asked discontentedly.

"No why!" Jiang Beimo looked at her indifferently, then turned and left.

The door of the room was closed, and Qiao Weiwei was stunned. For a moment, she was a little distracted.

Jiang Beimo came out of the bedroom, and then in a very flat tone, told the bodyguard, "cut off all the telephone lines in the villa."

Listening to Jiang Beimo's command, the bodyguard immediately nodded and said, "yes, I'll do it right away."

Jiang Beimo strode forward, and then stopped at the entrance of the gym. His eyes stopped on the kraft paper bag at the door.

He stooped to pick it up, opened it and saw that there were Qiao Weiwei's ID card, marriage certificate and some other personal documents in it.

In addition, there is a wallet, and a mobile phone.

Jiang Beimo gradually showed a smile, everything in, this time, he will not let her easily run away.

If you have suffered some losses once, you won't have to do it again.

Song Xiaoya played chess with master Jiang all morning, and escaped from him a lot about Jiang Beicheng's childhood.

Mr. Jiang Beicheng is a genius and almost a perfect child. Whenever he mentions his eldest son, Mr. Jiang's face is always a little proud.

Listening to the glorious deeds of "Jiang Beicheng" in the old man's mouth, song Xiaoya can't help thinking of Jiang Beichen when he was a child. Is this really him?

She has been to the house where Jiang Beichen and his mother live, so she has seen the environment where he used to live. There are many awards for him.

"Then he didn't do anything bad?" At this time, song Xiaoya can't help but ask Master Jiang.

On hearing song Xiaoya's question, master Jiang pondered, and then his face suddenly became a little ugly.

"Master, is it a headache again?" One side of uncle Liu some worry asked.

"Nothing." Master Jiang waved his hand. Then he suddenly thought of something and said with a smile, "there are also bad things. When Beicheng was six years old, he once played with fire and accidentally burned the Jiang family's woods..."

Song Xiaoya was a little surprised. She would do this kind of thing when she was six years old. It certainly didn't look like Jiang Beicheng did it. She believed that Jiang Beichen did it.Jiang Beicheng's character seems to be very calm, too calm. It doesn't seem that he will do that kind of thing.

Although Jiang Beichen looks cold and mature. But there are always times when you can't control your emotions.

Therefore, there is always a direct feeling in Song Xiaoya's heart that master Jiang is talking about Jiang Beichen. It's just because there is something wrong with his spirit that his memories are confused.

Though, she's not sure.

"I can't remember if you don't ask. At that time, he burned his clothes and his face was black, like a little beggar." Mr. Jiang then said with emotion, as if he thought of the scene.

Listening to master Jiang's words, song Xiaoya automatically remembers that Jiang Beichen's face was made black, like a little beggar. She can't help laughing.

"There were times when he was in such a mess."

If what master Jiang said was really Jiang Beichen instead of Jiang Beicheng, it would be very interesting.

Just when song Xiaoya listened to master Jiang's saying that she thought about the past and was serious about it, a loud noise suddenly came from outside the ward.