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!Of course he didn't turn around, he didn't hear any movement, his mind was left alone, the mouse dropped, and occasionally his slender fingers tapped on the keyboard a few times.

Gu Shuangshuang looked at the computer. She didn't understand the contract information. He seemed to be changing the data.

Gu Shuangshuang leaned close to the executive chair, bit his mouth corner and put his hand on the back of the chair, his fingertips touching the body temperature of the man's tight shoulder blades.

"What are you dealing with in such a hurry?"

After the speech fell for a while, the man browsed to the end, as if he had discovered her existence, he said coldly and enthusiastically: "A project."

Gu Shuangshuang let out a cry, and his little hand crawled on his neck, "I've been sitting for more than two hours. If you are tired, I'll press it for you."

No gnawing.

He is busy with him.

After a while, he pulled out a cigarette from the cigarette case on the side of the desk and clamped it between his fingers, staring at the computer, and he frowned for the lighter.

Gu Shuangshuang took it immediately, lit it with a bang, and passed it over.

Shen Mocheng was upset, he smelled the seemingly non-existent scent for a long time, and was disturbed by it, unable to concentrate.

At this moment, she turned her head and glanced coldly, staring at her with a face that was tenderer than egg white in her hair-drying hat wrapped in fluffy powder, looked at her for a while, bent her neck over, and lit a cigarette.

The swivel chair moved a little, he turned around and took a breath of smoke. The blue smoke filled the room, and the smell of nicotine mixed with the quiet air that neither of them spoke.

Gu Shuangshuang stood in front of his long legs, looking down inadvertently, and swept over the part of the man's trousers that were stretched straight because of the long legs he opened.

Home-made fabric pants with obvious contours.

She felt a little hot in her ears because of what she was going to say next, and she hesitated: "I'll do it tomorrow, no, it's too early."

Sitting in the living room just now, Gu Shuangshuang was analyzing what he was doing inexplicably ignoring her, becoming so cold.

After analysis, only one reason can be thought of.

It has been a month and a half since the last time I went to the hospital, and their lives have not recovered yet.

One month passed in mid-March, but in the next two weeks, Gu Shuangshuang plunged into his studies. They always staggered when they went to bed at night, and he was really busy.

Knowing that he needs to ask for a big deal, and that he will show his dissatisfaction, and his performance is particularly obvious.

Is this mad at her unconsciously?

So even if she knew that she would die very miserably if she took the initiative tonight, Gu Shuangshuang still did it. He wouldn't hook him. He was stupid and would only say something like'rest early'.

Shen Mocheng digested the intermittent words in the little woman's throat.

The man smoked a cigarette and his apple slipped.

In particular, the line of sight followed her white cheeks, slid across the whiter neck, to the bottom of the collarbone, and dimmed for a moment.

The room was not air-conditioned. The night in early April was very cold. Gu Shuangshuang didn't pay attention when he came in. He wore a silk nightdress with suspenders and shoulders.

The silk fabric is almost close to the body, and the parts of the body will change obviously when cold, and the protrusions are innocently exposed in the man's eyes.

Shen Mocheng squeezed out the cigarette butt, squinted his eyes and exhaled the last puff of smoke, and added a thin lip without a trace. The slender fingers that were holding the cigarette swished around Gu Shuangshuang's waist.

Gu Shuangshuang shook and sat on his lap.

With eyes facing each other, the fire slowly burned, Gu Shuangshuang only felt that he was about to fall into the black whirlpool in his eyes, and his small face was hot.

Without pretense, his hands were wrapped around his neck, feeling the strong and warm beating of the veins, and lowered his head like a mosquito whispering: "Time, time is late... Um..."

Was kissed.

The kiss is hard, strong and masculine.

Gu Shuangshuang only felt that she had deprived her of almost all her breath.

At this moment, Shen Mocheng's blood was all up, and the kiss was heavy, and the corners of his lips curled up, a bit evil: "I said twice that the time is late, what do you mean?"

She muttered, "First, go back to the room..."

he does not.

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He stared at her, his eyes quenched, and the darkness was deep: "Did you do something wrong? Baby, please make me happy like this."

"I didn't do anything wrong, you don't have to make an inch..." Gu Shuang fluttered, anxious and angrily: "Will you be...smart?"

"Still in a hurry?" The man chuckled, leaning over to kiss her neck, leading the topic without a trace: "I'm not behaved recently."

"Then I go to school..." Knowing that he is small-minded and has no time to accompany him around him, he gets angry.

"Is it not important for my husband to get along well with classmates?"

Gu Shuang beat his chest angrily: "So naive."

"Which people have you made friends with?"

"Just girls."

"On Friday night, only with girls?"

Gu Shuangshuang rolled his eyes. Is this an interrogation?

"Answer." He stared at him.

Gu Shuangshuang approached him, a little surprised, why he suddenly became serious, and said depressed: "If you come back on Friday night, I will tell you clearly. I went shopping with them. They want to buy skin care products, consult me, and I will help. Oh, do you have opinions about a group of girls shopping? OK, you don’t like it, I won’t do it next time, okay?"

The tone is slightly worse.

The man stared at her, his deep eyes were dark, he couldn't see anything, and the biting breath suddenly came out.

He frowned coldly, shifted his gaze and glanced at the sporadic evening light of the city outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and when he turned back, he suddenly stood up straight, a few steps away from her.

Gu Shuangshuang saw his thin lips suddenly pursed.

The two did not look at each other.

He doesn't look at her.

Gu Shuang was stunned, a little, embarrassed and at a loss, and finally turned into a breath, staring at him.

The outline of the man's face was gloomy and visible. He took a cigarette and a lighter, walked around the study with a sullen face, and went out.

In the cold wind, Gu Shuangshuang sat foolishly on the desk.

The red heat on the little face faded and gradually whitened, fingers clenched tightly, jumped off the desk.

After standing for a while, she turned around and saw the pile of documents pushed aside by him, and venting her anger, she pushed again and the pen fell to the ground.

Gu Shuangshuang bit the corner of his mouth, lowered his head, picked it up for him, and threw it on the table.

At this time the desk turned into his stinky face, she lifted her feet and kicked on the corner of the table: "Hiss..."

Is the menopause coming?baffling!

Forget it!depressed!

Stepping on his shirt, Gu Shuangshuang walked out with a big stride. Without looking at the living room, he turned back to the bedroom.

Never be boring anymore!

...

There is no light on the large terrace in the living room, the only light source is the weak light extending in the living room.

It's really late, and the night view of the city outside the window is also lonely and quiet. In the distance and near, the lights are sparsely lit with a few spots.

In the gloom, the man stands tall with long legs, the April weather, a small gap in the window, a well-proportioned upper body, and a tall body.

The cold wind blew in, he wrinkled half and turned around, lit his cigarette with his slender fingers together, and took a sullen mouth with his eyes closed.

No movement was heard in the living room.

Shen Mocheng took a few steps, kicked off the chair next to the tea table with his long legs, and stood against the wall, with one leg bent slightly, his posture in a lazy posture with shameless facial features, his head squinted, and clouds and fog.

Looking at the dark area outside the window.

The heart also sinks.