Chapter 19 I...I'm Afraid...

A complex look flashed through his black eyes.

Just then, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door.

He closed the data.

The door was suddenly opened, and 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 his eyebrows to look at her.

"Hehe, can I come in?" She asked him with a smile, with an extremely good attitude.

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

Seeing this, Song Wenxin took it upon himself to assume that he agreed.

She came in carrying a chair and placed it not far behind her.

"I'm drawing the blueprints here, and I won't interrupt your work!" she promises.

In fact, she didn't want to come to Jiang Beihan, but whoever made the villa go up and down, she couldn't see a single figure... She was alone in the quiet bedroom, afraid...

So he had to come here.

With someone by her side, she felt a little more secure.

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

She was right, 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, but answered honestly, "It's too quiet in the bedroom, and..." She raised her head and glanced at the lamp overhead in the study: "The light is too dim."

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

For some unknown reason, when she said she was afraid, his heart... was touched by something soft.

It was both itchy and uncomfortable.

He wanted to protect the girl.

Thinking about it, he suddenly stretched out his hand towards her.

"Come here!" He suddenly said to her.

Song Wen, who was drawing the design drawing, 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 following, his hand tightened...

She fell towards him, and the next second, her body tilted, and she fell directly into his arms and sat on his lap.

And his hand, at this time, was wrapping her slender waist...

The temperature of his hands, through her pajamas, spread to the skin around her waist... It made her feel a little hot.

The tip of his nose... also had a little more of the faint red wine smell on his body, and... the smell of a mature man that was unique to him was actually a little good.

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

His low voice was like the temperature on his hands, making Song Wen feel hot...

Her face, rubbed a little, turned red in disappointment.