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!Thinking about the embarrassing thing that happened before, if no one came in at all, it was just outside movement, it seemed that she had deliberately found him out.

She walked towards the side door.

When I walked over, I saw the light in the bathroom over there!

An Guo held his breath and stared at the door with a gap open, underneath the door was a light gap stretching out.

She looked left and right, touched a decorative cylinder on the hollow closet, held it in her hand, walked on tiptoes, and touched the bathroom door, shaking a little, closed her eyes and yelled and pushed it aside: "Who is in there—"

He waved the cylinder in his hand, and was quickly caught by a steady force.

"Ah -" An Guo called and opened his eyes, for a moment.

Under the light, the man furrowed his eyes sharply and looked at her with thin lips, without speaking.

"Wen Jinhuai?"

Anguo twisted his eyebrows and let out a big relief.

The man was dressed in navy blue silk pajamas, with water drops dripping on his white facial features, and his whole body was cold, as if he had come in from the outside and washed his face.

He lowered his eyes and picked off the ridiculous crystal jar she was holding: "Catch a thief in my house in the middle of the night?"

Hearing his elegant voice, An Guo was a bit dumb in the middle of the night, just as he whispered with her lips upstairs, telling her not to light the fire.

She lowered her eyes and murmured, "I'm going down to drink, but you, coming in from outside?"

Wen Jinhuai ignored her with a look of worry, glanced at her, her eyes dull and pale.

He took the crystal jar and went out. He put it down and stopped for a while in the closet. He walked to the kitchen and asked her in a low voice, "Is it still uncomfortable?"

"Dry mouth." Anguo replied.

He turned on the switch of the electric kettle, leaving her behind.

An Guo stood at the door of the kitchen and did not go in.

The atmosphere is awkward, needless to say.

With one hand in his pocket, the man is in a clear profile, bent his neck slightly, not knowing what he is thinking.

Coming out of her room, he went back to the bedroom, the little guy slept soundly, but he didn't sleep anymore.

It was windy at night, and Wen Jinhuai was worried about the plants in the flower house. He remembered that one of the windows of the glass house was not closed and nothing happened. He went down and closed the window and smoked a cigarette on the terrace by the side door.

Mocheng said that he smoked for fun.

A doctor, a challenge to health.

Wen Jinhuai himself knew that he didn't have a lot of addiction to cigarettes, and would want to smoke one when he was stressed out during the operation.

I saw this woman today and he smoked three in one night.

He closed the floor-to-ceiling door of the terrace, his hands were a little muddy, he went to the bathroom to wash his hands, the light in the bathroom was so bright that the gloom hidden in the corners of the man's eyes and brows could not be seen.

Wen Jinhuai supported the sink, staring blankly at the man in the mirror, his facial features were indifferent, and his control seemed appropriate.

But in those eyes, there seemed to be a burning dark fire jumping.

He frowned and panted, his mind flashed upstairs with a kiss that was softly wrapped around her. The woman's lips, and the woman's soft tongue, came in and out, carrying the scent of lingering aroma.

He felt itchy under his heart and belly, he couldn't say what it was like.

It was so loud, I guessed it was Sister Fang or she.

I don't know if this woman has a high fever and has the power to catch a thief, she will hit him when she comes in.

At this moment, Wen Jinhuai also knew that she was standing quietly behind her.

Between the two, there seemed to be no way to speak.

Dingdong smart electric kettle.

An Guo was already out of breath in embarrassment, and quickly said extraneously: "The water is boiling."

The man cleared his eyes and took a look.

She turned her face away, she was burning with embarrassment.

He took the cup, the man was high, raised his hand to open the hanging cabinet door, not knowing what to take inside.

When An Guo saw the truth, there was more powder in her cup, smelling of Chinese medicine.1800 Literature www.1800wx.com

He flushed, took a spoon and stirred.

The water temperature is right, turned around and handed it to her.

An Guo put his eyes on the buttons of the second lesson of his pajamas, but couldn't ignore the man's delicate and thin collarbone, and his head was dull: "Thank you."

I took it, no matter whether it was hot or not, mumbled and drank to the end.

This person took the cup, poured water and mixed with the powder underneath, and said to her who was crying bitterly: "Hold on and finish drinking."

An Guo sighed, not a squeamish person, but a little squeamish in front of him now, "Too bitter."

"Good medicine is bitter."

She was willing to listen to him, lift up the cup and drank it, bypassing him to wash the cup.

This person refused to let go, and pointed the slender finger of the spoon over: "The side of the mouth."

"Yep?"

He stopped talking, raised his hand and wiped her straight.

Anguo has been in contact with few men, but he also knows that men's skin is not as good as women's, so the novels are always a little thin.

This person's hand looked like that jade, and the thumb's fingertips were dry and warm.

After rubbing it, there was concoction on his thumb, but he did not leave her face, but...

An Guo's face flushed, especially the cheek held by his fingers.

She raised her head, and then ran into two deep black swirls. In the narrow and long peach blossom eyes of this man, there was a quiet, fragmented and flowing undercurrent. She looked over and stared at her.

The fingers for the operation were also flexible, and accidentally pinched her jaw and lifted it slightly.

An Guo was forced to look up and look up at him.

The man took a step closer, An Guo panic, holding the cup with both hands.

With eyes facing each other, the mature men and women were dark in each other's eyes. This would cause the son's torrent of seemingly non-existent torrents to start a fire between the two.

Reflected in the other's eyes, there was nothing more than the scene of entanglement in the room upstairs.

In An Guo's body, there was an uncomfortable taste.

I don’t know what his son’s actions mean.

Just standing without gaps, her body clothes close together, her neck was sore, but she didn't dare to move, gradually under the man's deep and gloomy eyes.

An Guo bit her lower lip, her heartbeat couldn't calm down, her pink lips moved, and she licked it, ready to speak: "Wen...uh..."

He kissed it, raised her chin, and let her bear it, but like a temptation, his thin lips stayed on her lips.

For a time, the air exploded on fire.

An Guo trembled suddenly.

The man's other hand was also attached, and she slid her waist gently twice, it was so gentle and gentle.

Anguo was soft and weak.

How can you refuse this kind of man?

An Guo conceded and couldn't refuse. This strand was as clear as water, and her eyes were half-closed. She was lost, look at him.

The man was quiet, his breath was slightly disturbed, his eyebrows were tightly frowned, his eyelids were slowly falling, his eyelashes were thick and long, half-bright and half-dark, and he looked weak and painful.

She opened her mouth.

The two turned around, and An Guo was brought to the edge of the Liuli platform by him.

He became more and more powerful, but his movements were gentle, as if he didn't know how to be domineering or really treat women like this from the heart.

Kiss her so that An Guo will get drunk.

In the end, he knew a little too, and the man's hand entered in the hem of the shirt.

An Guo felt very strong and couldn't help making a sound. He pressed his big hand, the last trace of reason between the sparks and flints, and shouted to him: "Doctor Wen... Wen Jinghuai..."

He looked over, the water under his eyes was dyed like black ink, and it was too thick. The clear white facial features of his frowning eyebrows were dyed thin red, and he pressed against her ears and asked lowly. : "Do you want to?"

An Guo burned his entire cheek with a violent fire, and scratched the shirt on his back with his fingers.

In the end, nothing was said.