A Good Girl and Her Protective Billionaire Husband

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Stare at the smelly man sitting on the sofa!

Sister Wang: "Sister Zhou, you don't understand! Nowadays, little girls are popular with smoke, just blacken their eyes hard. My wife is a bit exaggerated. Personally think. But she is still a beautiful wife!"

The distinguished cold man who opened his business hand-cart on the sofa spouted a mouthful of white water gracefully.

Gu Shuangshuang: "..."

Hidden in the bathroom, only when I looked in the mirror did I know what it was like. I was hugged by Aunt Zhou just now and cried. The whole face, dizzy with tears, was black ink.

Gu Shuangshuang hurriedly turned on the water, fearing that it would not be washed off, but the ink stains fell off when he touched the water. After splashing two handfuls of water, his face was clean.

I knew instantly that I was being rectified again!

There was mineral water in the car, just wash it off, she was so stupidly so ugly.That bastard!!

What's even more asshole is, Jinhuai, they actually stood on his side to help bully her and lie to her, don't tell her!!

Never love again...

In the small bathroom, it took Gu Shuangshuang a lot of time from blew up to calm down.

Coming out of the living room and walking to the side hall, there was a sumptuous dinner on the table.

If you are angry, you have to take care of an old man in your family who has just finished surgery.

Gu Shuangshuang walked over, took the bowl from Aunt Zhou's hand, and gave him a bowl of fish soup.

Shen Mocheng sat at the main seat of the dining table, his finger joints supporting his temples, and he was in a plane and a car. He was not in good spirits facing the computer for nearly half an hour.

Gu Shuang happily brought the soup, the little daughter-in-law sat down beside him, pulled the stool, blew the noodle soup, and gave him the spoon.

Shen Mocheng shook his head, frowning at the smell of fish.

Sister Wang winked at Gu Shuangshuang, coaxing her meaning.

What a trouble!

"This is bonito soup, which is very effective for wound healing."

The man squinted at her without moving.

"Sister Wang said, if you don't touch the meat and fish, you don't touch it. You will drink fish soup occasionally."

In fact, Gu Shuangshuang's inner voice is, don't be so hypocritical!Pour the old lady down at a speed!!... Well, reality still has to be coaxed.

"Take a bite, it doesn't smell fishy. After most of the night, how tired Aunt Zhou and Sister Wang are."

"feed me."

"..."

Gu Shuangshuang smiled, scooped a spoon, stood up and stretched out his hand to grab his chin and pry open his hypocritical mouth to feed him like pig feed!!

The man turned a side face to avoid: "I miss domestic violence again? Addicted?"

"..." was discovered.

...

The Shen family has house rules, 40 minutes for dinner.Gu Shuangshuang fed him the soup for half an hour...

Give the poor little wife a meal in ten minutes.

The fish in his mouth has not been swallowed, and the low voice of the male upstairs is screaming and screaming again!

Aunt Zhou secretly stuffed a fried chicken leg with some chili noodles. Gu Shuangshuang was moved with tears and hurriedly finished gnawing and went upstairs.

The man stood at the door of the bedroom bathroom with a gloomy expression.

"Uncle...well, what is uncle doing?"

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Gu Shuangshuang swallowed a small piece of crispy chicken and wiped his mouth: "What do you want me to do?"

"Give me a bath."

Gu Shuangshuang went to the closet and took his boxer briefs and cyan silk nightgown, and put on a non-slip carpet in the bathroom, "Come in!"

Shen Mocheng's fascinated gaze withdrew from her busy curve, and walked in with no expression.

"Uncle, you still can't take a bath in this situation. After you have to remove the stitches, don't be willful, be obedient, and I will wipe you to sleep, right?"

Sweet and gentle coaxing, his ears are very crisp, he likes to listen, so he always bullies her, asking her to do this and that, it is not heavy work, see her being busy for herself

He is satisfied with a small figure.

Gu Shuangshuang watched him take off his shirt and trousers. He was nearly 1.9 meters tall, with perfect proportions of inverted triangles, high-definition thin, full of tension, white skin that is hard to look directly at, tight, flat and full of masculine power.

Biting her lip slightly, her face became hot.

Shen Mocheng sat down by the bathtub, looking lazy waiting to be served.

The little girl put the clothes on the shelf, curled up her two long hairs at random, bent over to pour hot water, leaned over to check the temperature, her face was round and nice, showing the appearance of a gentle and virtuous woman.

Put the towel in, drip a little essential oil, soak it, and twist it half dry, walk to the man's upright side, a small hand held his hard shoulder, and rolled down the man's chest with a drop of water.

With the other hand, holding the towel, wipe from his tight back.

"Is it hot? Tell me about it."

Gu Shuangshuang asked while wiping, breathing all on the man's back, as well as her hair. The temperature on her body was like the fragrance of women at that time.

Shen Mocheng frowned, closing his eyes tightly with thin lips.

Without wiping it a few times, the man took the little wrist on his shoulder and pulled her into his arms.

"Why..."

Gu Shuangshuang was pulled into his vast chest by his powerful arms, and he urgently supported both sides of his shoulder blades to avoid touching the surgical wound under his bandage.

The man's eyes darkened, and under the warm light of the bathroom, as clear as the sea, he grabbed her little white finger and said, "Wipe the bath, wipe from the front."

Pointed to the tight and distinct chest texture.

Gu Shuang's face was hot, and he dared not to hesitate. He squatted down and washed the towel, awkwardly under his scorching gaze, gave him his neck, slowly and meticulously.

This person took a shower comfortably under her wait, sitting timidly on the head of the bed, with long legs and ankles crossed, and a notebook on his thigh, doing business.

Gu Shuangshuang took a shower by himself, wrapped his hair and let it dry until half-dry, and his tired little arms were sore and too sleepy. He climbed to his side and got into the quilt.

She leaned her head and looked at him: "The injury is just right, uncle, go to bed earlier."

The man glanced at her, his slender fingers tucked the quilt for her, but there was something deep in his eyes, and his thin, bladed lips reminded her: "Madam is working hard. Sleep first."

Gu Shuangshuang obediently, listening to the patter of the keyboard on his fingers, he fell asleep quickly.

At eleven o'clock in the night, Shen Mocheng put down his notebook, propped himself up, half-closed his eyes to look at the sleeping girl beside him, slightly startled, after watching for a long time, he got out of bed gently, changed his clothes, and walked downstairs in a suit and leather shoes.

Sister Wang waited in the living room and said, "Sir, do you have to go this late? Why not go early or tomorrow?"

"My wife just came back, and I can't sleep with her alone without me. I'm in good spirits, don't worry."

Changing shoes and walking out of the villa door, Zuo Hao got out of the driver's seat and opened the door for him.

White Cayenne drove to the Central Hospital in the middle of the night. Wen Jinhuai just parked the car at the entrance of the hospital.

The two went to the VIP private ward together.

Outside the hyperbaric oxygen intensive care unit, the attending doctor is already waiting.

Shen Mocheng came from the long corridor, the man's facial features were difficult to distinguish in the white light, and the complex and faint expectations were deep in his eyes.

"Doctor Zhang, what's the specific situation of my mom? If I moved my finger for more than half an hour, does it mean that she will wake up soon?"

The attending doctor opened the door of the ward, "Ms. Lu didn't move her finger yesterday and today. Mr. Shen went first to see the old man. I will tell you the details slowly."

The Hyperbaric Oxygen Therapy Department of Central Hospital A is not considered top high-end nationwide.