Chapter 449

Song Xiaoya turns to look at Jiang Beichen, and then leans back, but the little guy in front of her is very clingy today, holding her tightly and won't let go.

"Mom, I want to sleep with you." The little guy suddenly opens his eyes and says to song Xiaoya.

"Don't you sleep with me now?" Song Xiaoya was stunned and looked at him.

The little guy went on, "as long as Mom, not Dad!"

"This..." Song Xiaoya suddenly petrified! That's what the little guy meant.

He means, want to sleep alone with her, let Jiang Beichen go out to sleep in the guest room?

At this time, Jiang Beichen props up, bypasses song Xiaoya, and looks at the little guy holding song Xiaoya tightly with anger on his face, "smelly boy, do you want to be beaten?"

Sure enough, this smelly boy is aiming at him.

He gave his wife to him to sleep together, and he even wanted to drive him away, monopolizing song Xiaoya. Well, don't even think about it.

Song Xiaoya also felt strange. She turned her head to look at Jiang Beichen, and then asked, "Jiang Beichen, are you doing something to make your baby unhappy?"

Jiang Beichen snorted coldly and said unhappily, "now, he makes me very unhappy!"

He really wants to beat this smelly boy, and want to print a few big palms on his ass.

"Zixie, don't you think it's good for the three of us to sleep together? Why do you want to drive dad away? " Song Xiaoya had no choice but to gently ask her baby son, intending to reason with him.

"Dad snores, it's noisy!" The little guy said and made a move of covering his ears.

“……” Song Ya was surprised.

Did Jiang Beichen snore at night? She and Jiang Beichen have been sleeping together for more than two years, and it seems that they have never heard of each other.

But his son is very stubborn today and refuses to let Jiang Beichen sleep together. Song Xiaoya has to ask Jiang Beichen behind him in a low voice, "Jiang Beichen, or Tonight... "

Jiang Beichen's face suddenly darkened down, got up, bent over and picked up the little guy, then strode toward the bedroom outside, "I'll throw him out now!"

Song Xiaoya was startled and quickly got up to follow.

Jiang Beichen has quickly carried Jiang zixie children into the study, and then slammed the door, and then locked!

He put the disgusting smelly boy on his desk, his face was gloomy and terrible, and then he said angrily -

"how many game machines do you want?"

This boy deliberately so angry with him, exclude him, in front of song Xiaoya sow dissension, is not for a game machine?

Good! Buy it for him!

Listening to Jiang Beichen's words, the little guy's face finally showed a happy smile, "one."

Jiang Beichen glanced at him unhappily, then picked up the desk phone on his desk and dialed a number to go out, "the game machine sold by the TV shopping channel today, order one for me and send it to the villa!"

After calling, Jiang Beichen puts down the phone and stares at the little guy coldly, "satisfied now?"

The little guy quickly nodded happily, and then praised, "thank you, Dad."

Jiang Beichen glanced at him, "no promise! Don't say it's my son in the future! "

Song Xiaoya thinks Jiang Beichen is really angry. She is worried that he will do something impulsively. But when she comes out of the bedroom, she will no longer see her father and son.

It's not easy. When she hears the news from the study, she immediately goes over. When she is about to knock on the door, the door suddenly opens. Jiang Beichen appears in front of her with the little guy in his arms.

At this time, Jiang Beichen had no anger on his face. What's more, the little guy in his arms now seems to have a very harmonious relationship with him, holding his neck and smiling at him.

"Mom!"

"Baby Dad didn't hit you, did he? " Song Xiaoya looks at the little guy anxiously, and then asks.

"No He shook his head, then hugged Jiang Beichen's neck, "Dad is the best, let's go back to sleep."

"Hum!" Jiang Beichen snorted coldly, and then turned to the bedroom with the little guy in his arms.

Song Xiaoya is frozen at the door of the study, confused

The rhythm changes a little too fast. She can't get used to it.

The father and son, who had been fighting against each other for a moment, shook hands and made peace so quickly? And It seems to be getting closer!

……

Finally, song Xiaoya prepared a long time for the press conference. The night before, song Xiaoya had been hiding in the cloakroom, practicing for tomorrow's press conference.

As the boss, she wants to go on stage in person, but she is a little nervous and afraid of making a fool of herself. She doesn't want to have any accident at the first press conference.

She changed into the formal dress she was going to wear tomorrow, put on high-heeled shoes, and practiced walking step by step in the cloakroom.

The expression on the face, because nervous and become a little unnatural. She smiles in the mirror, trying to look relaxed.Just as she was practicing, the door of the cloakroom was suddenly pushed open. Jiang Beichen, who was wearing a bathrobe, appeared at the door of the cloakroom.

His hair was still wet. It seemed that he had just taken a bath. His bathrobe was open, revealing his tight chest and the obvious scar on his chest.

"Song Xiaoya, do you know what time it is? I still don't sleep!" As soon as he entered the door, Jiang Beichen asked impatiently!

"You go to bed first, I'll go back in a moment..."

Jiang Beichen frowned, "how can I sleep if you're not here?"

Smell speech, song Xiaoya helpless, this man how old, every time also have to let her accompany sleep, how always and baby!

The family is so willful, which often gives her a headache.

"Is the baby asleep?"

"Sleep." Jiang Beichen's line of sight, fell on the top of her body's bra dress, black eyes a cold, "this is the clothes you want to wear tomorrow?"

Jiang Beichen's vision stops in front of song Xiaoya's chest. Although the neckline is not very low, when he looks over with the neckline, he can still vaguely see something.

And dress is slim, will her good figure curve, completely show out.

Is that how she's going to dress for tomorrow's conference?

"Yes, it's for tomorrow night, so practice first." Song Xiaoya nodded and replied honestly.

"Change it!" Jiang Beichen's face sank, and his low voice rang out. In his tone, he was full of overbearing. Some things, only he can see, other men can't see at a glance.

"Why?" Song Xiaoya looks at him puzzled. She thinks this dress is very good. Why do you want to change it?

Jiang Beichen pursed his lips. "It's so ugly!"

Song Xiaoya was stunned for a moment, looked in the mirror, with doubts on her face, "but I think it's very good, not ugly!"