A Good Girl and Her Protective Billionaire Husband

You can search for "Mrs. Shen, a little sweet! Search Novels (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!The elevator went from the 55th floor to the first floor. In less than half a minute, the double doors opened.

Shen Haoyu took off the phone with a sullen expression, dialed three times, and turned off when no one answered!

it is good!

The man strode out of the induction door, the driver waited down the steps, waited for the boss to get on the car, and listened to the boss's solemn command: "Cross the border and return to Hong Kong."

From the downtown GE building to Hong Kong, the fastest is about an hour.

Shen Haoyu first contacted the ancestral home of the Shen family and asked his uncle, Xiaobao ran away in the morning, Shen Qingshu looked around for a while and had to go to school.

The fourth uncle was too old to leave. The Shen family cousins ​​sent out to find Xiaobao could not be found. They mainly didn't communicate with Xiaobao, and didn't know Xiaobao.

The wound on her abdomen has not fully recovered, and she is weak. What is she running?!Where to go!

Shen Haoyu had a headache and rushed into the heart, and the part of his ribs hurt even more, so he raised his hand to cover it.

The injury was almost healed, but a few days ago, he personally beat a person, and his ribs almost split again.

When the car reached the pass, he turned to keep to the left. He received a call from a deli subordinate who was sent out to inquire. He suddenly looked like an ice cellar with a horrible look of wanting to kill. !"

The driver followed the directions and turned around, but he was quite puzzled. As the boss, why should he go to a poor place like Tin Shui Wai?

People who are unlikely to know live there, right?

Looking at the rearview mirror, the driver was startled, and the boss's face and eyes showed a hundred percent haze.

...

Chi Xi has been busy with one thing in the past few days. She retrieved the password of QQ, found the group in the third year of high school, and asked one by one from her classmates.

Finally asked Shen Zhuoyi's information.

Nearly four years after graduating from high school, she has such a cold and unpleasant temperament. When students mention her, most of them will pretend to be forgetting or poking their lips.

She had a contact information left by Shen Zhuoyi, the landline number of the Shen Family Mansion, but the number was empty.

Through the few words of the classmates, I learned that the rich second-generation playboy Shen Zhuoyi had gone bankrupt and suffered great changes.

But finally he has reached his current address.

Chi Xi got out of the taxi, with pale lips, and looked up at this poor area that he had never been involved in since childhood.

The streets and alleys were full of chaos. She did not dare to ask those shirtless men standing in front of the store how they were going, and the grandmothers who didn't see baskets to buy vegetables had to walk along the house number to the depths of the alley.

The more you go, the narrower the alley and the more debris piled on both sides.

No. 196 is a small three-story building with the words "demolition".

Chi Xi went in and went up the stairs. The iron railings were thickly rusted. When they reached the third floor, the roof was the roof. The iron door was not closed. Chi Xi pushed away and walked up to the roof, where he saw two board houses connected together.

The kind that is common on the construction site, or temporarily built for the victims in the earthquake-stricken area.

She stood there, her head up was the blue sky, and the dry autumn wind blew by, and she heard the voice of the man in the board room.

At the age of twenty-one, Qing Lang took the rebellious and rebellious one he was very familiar with. He didn't talk much, but he spoke profanity easily.

Chi Xi clenched his clothes and walked toward an open door. There was plenty of light outside, and the house was very dark, with a frizzy atmosphere that was characteristic of the life of a single boy.

She saw Shen Zhuoyi lying on the bed. A yellow-haired boy was trembling and taking a needle to suture his knee wound. Shen Zhuoyi clenched his fists to endure, and then slammed Huang Mao's head with a violent thud, cursing violently: "It hurts to die. Up!"

Shen Zhuoyi was seriously injured. Chi Xi didn't know why, so he chuckled.

Shen Zhuoyi raised his thick black eyebrows, but his face was handsome with fierceness, he straightened up, and his expression suddenly stagnated.

"...A Bao?"

Huang Mao followed the little boss's eyes and looked up, his eyes lit up.Butterfly Man Novel Network www.diexia.com

Good sister.

Chi Xi simply walked in.

Against the light, there was a wound on his forehead from a tree branch when he climbed the wall this morning. I found a clinic to apply gauze on the road.

Qi Liuhai was combed and tied into a bunch of ponytails. In fact, it was quite messy. The palm-sized face looked less palm-sized. In addition to the nine-point denim washed pants and navy blue cardigan, it was not as tender as it was well developed. Point of junior high school students.

It is fuller than bean sprouts, and fresher and tenderer than roses.

It's very different from the massage girls that the little boss took in the hotel.

The little boss still knows this kind of girl?

Huang Mao wondered inwardly for a while, and after looking back, he found that the atmosphere in the small room was obviously wrong.

After the little boss yelled'A Bao' in a trembling voice, his eyes drooped, and his handsome face was not fierce.

Chi Xi stood at the door, her petite height couldn't cover the light coming in from outside, and she was shining like a beam, making her appear in Shen Zhuoyi's eyes like reality and fantasy.

The boy's dark pupils stared straight.

Chi Xi looked around at the top-floor slab house that was less than 20 square meters. At first glance, it was a few boards built privately, and there was an old-fashioned refrigerator.

She couldn't laugh again.

Shen Zhuoyi frowned, urging Huang Mao to put down the suture needle and get out.

Huang Mao didn't wince, he also had a sense of smell when he didn't wink. He obviously smelled an unusual aura. After finishing it carelessly, afraid of being scolded by the little boss, he hurried out.

If the door is not closed, it will be gone.

But the rooftop is vast and quiet, and there is no one outside.

Shen Zhuoyi's handsome face was embarrassed.

In the past, Abao was invited to be a guest at home, and he would say hello to his parents three days in advance. There would never be parents in the Shen mansion that day. The maid in the western-style house would take care of it like a high party. The pool water was also changed, and the garden was still A swing that girls like to play will be installed.

But Bao is different. He has never been an ordinary girl and can't play swings.

Only three years later, he is now in the refugee den.

The twenty-one-year-old boy will not resolve his embarrassment.

Having not seen each other for more than three years, Chi Xi is a little rusty with Shen Zhuoyi. It's better to mix together like that before.

If he were still the crown prince worshipped by the old man, she wouldn't.

It's just that now that I see the injuries on his body, I can't help but think of the unprovoked defeat of his family. Chi Xi's heart is empty and a little bit painful.

"Is there any water to drink? I'm thirsty."

On the single bed covered with summer mat, the boy hurriedly got up, his handsome face was cramped, and when the sheets fell, he found himself wearing a trouser fork.

"wait……"

Chi Xi turned around and heard him yelling.

"Have you hit the wound? Slow down, fool." She spoke to him, her tone returning to three years ago.

The cup was handed over, Chi Xi drank it all.

Shen Zhuoyi asked: "Abao, what are you doing here? I mean, how did you find this guy?"

Chi Xi threw the paper cup into the trash can. He didn't answer the previous question, and hummed, "You can't dig out your loach with your sister's skills."

He was hit on the head by the boy's hand.

She fought back, and Shen Zhuoyi did not hide, frowning and reprimanding: "It's twenty-one, speak like a woman, didn't he reform you?"