Chapter 19： I ... I'm afraid ...

A complex look flashed through the black eyes.

Just then, there was a footstep outside the door.

He closed the information.

The door was suddenly opened, and then a cute little head came 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 an eyebrow at her.

"Oh, can I come in?" She asked him with a smile, with a very good attitude.

He didn't speak, just pursed her lips and looked at her.

Seeing this, Song Wenxin made his own claim when he agreed.

She came in with a chair, and placed the chair not far behind her.

"I'm here to design drawings, and I will definitely not disturb your work!" She promised.

In fact, she didn't want to come to Jiangbeihan, but whoever made the villa up and down did not see a figure ... She was alone in the quiet bedroom, afraid ...

So he can only come to him.

She was a little safe with someone around.

Jiang Beihan did not speak, but watched her movement behind him through the reflective computer screen.

She is not wrong, she has been drawing 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, "The bedroom is too quiet, and ..." She looked up at the lamp above the study: "The light is too dim."

Her voice was small, weak ... like a mosquito calling ...

I don't know why, while she said she was scared, his heart ... felt like he was touched by something soft.

It's both itchy and uncomfortable.

He wants to protect the girl.

Thinking, he suddenly reached out her hand.

"You come!" He suddenly said to her.

Song Wen, who was drawing the design, took a moment to glance at him, then glanced at him in confusion, and walked honestly.

"what happened?"

He suddenly reached out and took her arm ...

Immediately after, his hand was forced ...

She fell towards him, and the next second, her body crooked, and the whole person planted directly in his arms, sitting on his leg.

And his hand, at this moment, embraced her thin waist ...

The temperature of his hands passed through her pajamas to the skin around her waist ... making her feel a little hot.

The tip of his nose ... a little bit of the red wine smell on him, and ... the smell of the unique mature man on him, even a little smell.

"Afraid now?" He moved her thin lips and asked her.

His low voice, like the temperature on his hands, made Song Wenxin feel hot ...

Her face was sullen, red with indisputable redness.