A Good Girl and Her Protective Billionaire Husband

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For a while, she went back to the morning's hesitation and repeatedly, her nervous heart beat a drum, and she looked down at her son's cute face, emotionally twitching.

"Guoguo, don't hold back, it's all here, I told you my arrangements, it's foolproof."

An Guo leaned on the back of the car and closed his eyes fiercely, "Is it an hour?"

Zeng Weiwei nodded, "At the most one hour, at the time I specifically choose, the bride and groom leave, and the important guests are also gone, so that the noise will not be too big and the Wen family will be messed up. At most, I will be caught off guard. Let the little manager arrange the waiter to bring the little nephew over. You can wait here and we can take our son home."

The car passed the security gate unimpeded.

An Guo asked: "What about surveillance video?"

"Hey, I borrowed this car from my sisters. Young Master Wen wants to check it, and I also found it with my sisters. Guoguo, let's put on sunglasses and wrap a scarf!"

The car stopped.

An Guo took a deep breath, put his son who was sleeping soundly aside, wearing sunglasses and a scarf, and took the cardboard box with blankets that Zeng Weiwei handed over.

The corners of her eyes were red and her hands stopped again and again.

Zeng Weiwei leaned over and put the baby carefully in the carton, with a note in her hand tucked on the baby's creaking nest.

Anguo don't open your eyes.

Zeng Weiwei opened the door and got out of the car holding the box.

An Guo hurriedly followed, came out of the car door, there was no black car window blocking her, a sunny day and tomorrow pierced her eyes.

Following Zeng Weiwei to the side door of the villa, An Guo's right eye kept blinking along the way.

She was even more disturbed and looked down at her son in the small box several times.

This heartless little thing slept soundly and didn't know what it was dreaming of. Grandma's, he raised his mouth at his mother and smiled.

An Guo foolishly thought, it was not because of a catastrophe, but because he was too nervous and nervous.

At the side entrance, the little manager came to pick him up.

Zeng Weiwei stood aside.

An Guo frowned and asked again. The little manager nodded and said that she must follow Ms. Zeng's instructions. The waiter who was in charge was also contacted and it was all right.

She passed the small box over.

The little manager picked it up, turned and walked into the corridor with the baby. At the end of the corridor is the banquet hall.

An Guodun was there, raising his foot to go in, Zeng Weiwei supported this person, "Are you crazy?!"

"Guoguo, let's go quickly! The sound is slammed, you hide in the place I said, I drove the car out, confused sight!"

Give her a push.

An Guo ran to the guest room in the back building.

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Wen Jinhuai raised his hand against his right eyelid for the third time. Every time he touched his eyes, he had to wipe his fingers with a sterile wipe. The procedure was cumbersome and therefore very eye-catching.

Xiao Yichen, who had finished speaking with the guests, turned his head and frowned: "Brother, are you okay?"

Wen Jinhuai threw away the wet wipes, her clear eyebrows were frowning, and the skin of her right eyelid was slightly reddish, and she could see that she was beating quickly.

His facial features were slightly heavy, and his physical discomfort made him feel bad, and he shook his head: "Due to sleep last night, maybe, the eyelid reflex is abnormal."

When a doctor is always used to explain all problems with science.

He raised his eyes and looked at the banquet hall of Connaught University, frowned and took off his bow tie: "How many tables of guests are still dining?"

Xiao Yichen called the manager.

The manager replied: "Wu Table, Mr. Wen, they are the CEO of Zhongyue Group, the family of Minister Zhang of the Ministry of Health, and..."

Wen Jinhuai swept his eyes, and those who lingered, it was the old masters who drank too much, and the noise was endless.

He asked again: "Where are the individual travelers upstairs?"

The manager respectfully reported.

At this time, a waiter came to the door of the banquet hall, holding a small box in both hands, looking like a courier box.32wx.net www.32wx.net

Wen Jinhuai didn't care, Shen Mei wondered how to persuade these men who can drink in a polite way.

He discussed with Xiao Yichen.

The manager beside him said, calling him Wen Shao.

He was impatient and turned his head. The manager pointed to the waiter who was holding the courier box, with a panic tone: "Young Master Wen, the waiter/clerk said he received a package from you."

"Package?" Xiao Yichen sighed.

With a gentle frown, the man stands upright, as clear as dust, with his hands in his trouser pockets, his features are calm, and his thin lips are slightly pursed.

Some were expressionless, but they didn't react much.

Did not take the rectangular courier box.

The waiter was frightened and stuttered and said anxiously, "Mr. Wen, is your name Wen Jinhuai? This is your courier. I received it from another waiter outside the door."

Wen Jin said it was funny, how could the courier be delivered to the wedding villa?

It's not his home.

Men are tired, they are in a normal mood, and they don't want to talk. I guess which of the bad friends made the pranks.

Seeing that his face was a little cold, Xiao Yichen ignored him.

Raised an eyebrow angrily, stretched out his hand boldly, and took the courier.

Xiao Yichen looked down, frowning, and then squinted at the word. In fact, it was neat.

The sender did not write a single word, and here is not like a regular express delivery, only three characters are written in the recipient column: Wen Jinhuai.

Xiao Yichen looked up: "Brother Jin Huai, really your express!"

Only then did the man move his expression and lowered his eyes slightly gloomily.

Xiao Yichen took a few steps, put the box on the dining table, and sealed it. He tore off the scotch tape, very curious, and hurriedly tore it open.

The box moved.

When it was opened, a scent of milk smelled, Xiao Yichen twisted his eyebrows, opened the paper leaf with both hands, and looked down—

stunned.

The eyebrows, eyes and nose were pulled into a ball, and Xiao Yichen didn't even breathe.

Wen Jinhuai saw that something was obviously wrong with him, the man's eyebrows were twisted, his hands in his pockets, and his long legs strode over.

Xiao Yichen turned his head fiercely: "I want to hold my brother."

Wen Jinhuai's eyes were sharp and cold: "What's inside?"

"Ah!" The adult baby's exclamation erupted in the banquet hall.

Wen Jinhuai took out a palm and scraped it over, "What a nonsense!"

Xiao Yichen shivered and tore off the paper from the box.

Inside, the scent of milk blew over the man's nose.

In the box, the goose-yellow baby swaddling, wriggling with the bulging ball, it is the baby's breathing fluctuation.

The box is well surrounded by a circle of fleece blankets. The fleece blankets are flat, revealing the little feet in the goose yellow swaddle. A little bit, a quarter of the palm of your hand, with your toes curled up, like a pink jade, and cute. Raised in the air, it shook slightly, Xu Shi Leng, the little thing made a little awkward sound, but did not wake up, the little meat fists to his mouth, licked, and fell asleep again.

Xiao Yichen pulled out a note from the baby's squeaky nest, and took a deep breath after reading it.

Turning his head and handing it over: "Brother Jinhuai, see for yourself."

Wen Jinhuai snatched it away, and completely collapsed after scanning the line of words with a blank face.

The note read: Your son.

Just three words.

At the man's temple, the blue veins burst out suddenly, and a puff of blood rushed to the top of his mind.

Caught off guard.

He took a step closer, his heart stopped beating, those slender and beautiful hands were extremely cold at this moment, and the fingertips were shaking slightly, pulling away the soft swaddle of goose yellow.

The little guy's face was completely exposed, sleeping quietly, and from time to time he stuck out his little tongue, covered with the fragrance of grandma, thin eyelids drooping, covering the pupils, and long eyelashes, and fell on his little face.