A Good Girl and Her Protective Billionaire Husband

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But this person's voice is dry and deep, very stable, thinking like: "Under normal circumstances, the mood is too fluctuating, and women in the nursing period will flow out uncontrollably. Is there any problem with the conversation just now?"

An Guo's small face of pig liver-colored embarrassment to a certain extent: "No problem! I am more."

"It's a good thing, for the baby." The man nodded seriously, concentrating: "But the clothes are getting wet."

An Guo cursed from the bottom of her heart, and sure enough, a small circle...

It's all him!

What are you doing here?Get out!Wasn't she able to get nervous and agitated, all kinds of emotions accumulated like this?

The man turned his head and glanced at the outside of the potted plants. No one passed by during meal time.

Turn back to look.

Chao An Guo raised his hand quickly.

"Doctor Wen..."

"Doctor Wen!"

The tall black shadow pressed down, An Guo's back retreated to the wall, the cold wall, his body was warm and handsome in front of him.

Anguo couldn't breathe.

The hem of the sweater was lifted.

Anguo slammed his hand out to grab, but failed to grasp it, and Hungary went forward.

Her eyelashes trembled lightly, her ears were instantly red and her breathing was difficult.

This man's handsome facial features were leaning on her face, supporting the wall with one arm, and with the other hand, a very regular and familiar doctor's technique was remedying her, calmly and orderly.

There is a shadow.

Anguo bit her lip, so ashamed that she knew she couldn't talk anymore.

Opening up is embarrassing.

She looked up, and the line of the man's jaw was in the bright and extinguished areas, so three-dimensional and beautiful.

His facial features are like mountains and mountains, his nose is straight, and his deep eye sockets are not sharp. Looking at the man's face in the dark/ambiguity, it makes a woman's heart tremble.

Besides, his expression is calm, really serious, just like other pregnant women who have just given birth.

Seems no other heart.

The more serious he is as usual, the less Ango can breathe.

Sweat gradually appeared on the tip of her forehead and nose, and her heart bang was heavier than a bang, and she couldn't calm down.

She bowed her head, breathing like deathly hard, wondering how could he do this?

In his eyes, all mothers are patients, so they can solve the problem when they see it?

This person, is he saying that he is utterly innocent, or is he actually a silent wolf in his heart?

Doesn't he feel weird or wrong with the two of them? Doesn't he respond?

For a moment, he backed away, his breath couldn't see anything strange, and his gentle features were quiet and handsome.

With a move, he said, "It should be all right."

The clothes under An Guo's sweater were still messy, his breathing was messier, and the expression on his face was messed up.

The two no longer looked at each other.

The man raised his hand, touched the bridge of his nose, and spoke to her sideways: "Clean up."

Then he inserted his pocket with one hand and walked straight away.

An Guo shrank on the wall, her lips tightly pressed, and she blushed and kept breathing deeply.

Twenty minutes later.

An Guo returned to the hotel lobby.

She dried the sweater in the bathroom dryer. The clothes were thin and dark in color, and showed no trace after drying.

She went back to the dining room and put on her short coat.

Zeng Weiwei has returned.

Bai Xuanxuan is talking to Weiwei.

Weiwei seemed to be distracted.

An Guo didn't look anywhere, and found that the two people had changed the big table.

Walked over and sat down and patted Zeng Weiwei on the shoulder: "Where have I been looking for you for a long time."

Zeng Weiwei was distracted badly. She was frightened and her shoulders trembled. When she looked back at An Guo, her face was not right, and she stammered: "Where can I go? I was there just now. I answered the phone!"

An Guo followed that direction and frowned: "I didn't see you when I went out to find you." Baidu Novel www.baiduxs.com

"Oh, it was blocked by someone." Zeng Weiwei lowered her head, took the chopsticks and stuffed cold dishes into her mouth.

"Vivi."

"what happened again?"

"Do you eat coriander?" An Guo was even more strange, and found that this man was wrong.

Zeng Weiwei reacted, spit out her hand, and whispered a'lea'.

"Are you okay? Whose call was received, isn't something at home?" An Guo asked her.

"Nothing." Zeng Weiwei was upset. The person whose thoughts were written on her face couldn't hide her. She always lowered her head, sandwiched peanuts, and ate every bite.

Seeing that she was not interested in chatting, An Guo raised her head and asked Bai Xuanxuan casually: "Why did you change the table?"

Bai Xuanxuan put down the phone, turned the glass surface, took the tea to pour water, and blinked: "There are two more people, put the table together to make the order."

An Guo's heart was not good, and he hadn't spoken yet, and in his eyes, the man came upright in profile.

Wen Jinhuai held the foie gras and Haidilao dip at the buffet table with both hands.

An Xue followed behind holding a plate of freshly squeezed juice.

The two sat down opposite An Xue.

The man took a seat, put down the plate, and wiped his hands with a white napkin.

An Xue glanced at the person's right hand inadvertently, the roots of her ears rose again, and the part of her body trembled as if electric current had been passed through.

When the line of sight comes over, there will be a sense, the man notices it, lifts his eyes, and looks over calmly with two deep eyes.

Anguo bit the corner of his mouth, looked away hurriedly, lowered his eyebrows, and turned away stiffly.

Xindao, dying.

It's because the features of this person are calm and gentle as usual.

His gaze was faint and slow, and he didn't know whether he was looking at her or looking at her side. His eyelashes blinked, nothing unusual.

After wiping your hands, fold the wipes and put them aside.

"..."

Anguo gave up.

Twenty-seven years old, entering the age of maturity, but the skin is not thick.

This person, he either really has no feelings, or he just pretends too well.

The waiters serve and start the meal one after another.

Anguo disassembled the Japanese-style stacking bowls, bowed his head and worked on himself.

An Xue enthusiastically divided the juice for everyone, and when it came to Anguo, it was natural to pour a glass of mango juice.

An Guo didn't say a word, pushed away the allergic glass of mango juice, she didn't even bother to An Xue's neurotic provocation.

Everyone opened the dinner, the atmosphere of the table was still harmonious, there was chat, and his gentle voice occasionally said a few words.

An Guo bowed his head to eat his meal all the way, never raising his eyes, for fear of seeing his white, slender man's hand with five fingers.

...

The meal is over.

It was like being tight on an oxygen cylinder underwater for an hour, and An Guo felt uncomfortable.

When Wen Jinhuai got up and walked towards the signing table, An Guo immediately picked up the bag and stood up.

"Guoguo?" Zeng Weiwei turned her head.

Bai Xuanxuan and An Xue also looked over.

An Guo pursed his lips and smiled: "I'm really sorry, I have something in the afternoon, it's almost two o'clock now."

Bai Xuanxuan nodded in agreement, "Then you go first, I'll just talk to Brother Jinhuai later."

"Thank you Xuan Xuan."

An Guo and the waiters moved their chairs away, and took a look at Zeng Weiwei.

Zeng Weiwei blinked.

The sisters need not say much.

The visitor card Zeng Weiwei will get it.

She thought that Guoguo probably didn't want to stay with Shao Wen anymore, she felt uncomfortable and awkward.

Anguo bag, bowed his head all the way, walked through the hotel lobby to the main entrance.

At the signing table, the man grabbed the pen in his hand, scribbled down, and put the pen cap on the front pocket of his shirt.

The lady at the cashier accepted the bill and looked at it. She was fascinated by the beautiful fonts of a man with a hand. She couldn't help but look up and glance at this handsome face again.

But I saw this tall gentleman, standing tall and leaning on the solid wood countertop, resting his cheek with one hand, his face was calm, his eyes were quiet, but he was staring bitterly and intently in a certain direction.