A Good Girl and Her Protective Billionaire Husband

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She rewinded the tape and sang Zhong Zhentao's past with the wind, and then sang from the beginning, "Oh, back then, I was obsessed with Brother B when I was a child, Jian Zhangke, who was your favorite star when you were a child?"

The man sticks to the door frame, the tall figure blocking most of the door next door, his face widowed, "Can't get in?!"

Standing in front of him, he glanced up and down angrily, "It looks like a bun! I don't even have a career in star chasing."

The butt was punched into the room.

She touched the painful place, screamed and turned her head back with a little honey red face. She was about to speak, frowning, and leaning her head on his shoulder, "What is this noise..."

He looked unnatural and blocked her: "You never end!"

"I seem to have heard something unusual..."

"Give Lao Tzu into the house, cook the noodles, starve to death!"

Pushing and shoving, Jiang Zilin was pulled into the house by him, and the door closed.

Glancing suspiciously at this person, she put down the tape recorder, and the small four-star double room was instantly filled with Brother B's strong singing.

Putting the noodles and the boiling pot on the bar, Jiang Zilin took off her little flower coat, wrapped her body in a damp coat, very uncomfortable, pulling her long hair out of her neck.

He jumped to the door of the bathroom and untied his leather pants: "I want to keep the hot water at 42 degrees, and put the soap in the tray. By the way, the angle of the shower head is tilted forty-five degrees...Oh!"

Headache, soap rolled to the ground.

Jiang Zilin touched her head and raised her eyes.

The man who has worked so hard to clean the bathroom, his shirt soaked in the quite tangled texture lines can be seen clearly in the light, his face cast down his shower head, and he passed by.

She raised her eyebrows, knowing that Da Mu was angry and taking up the fruits of his labor, she turned her head and muttered, "Madam first! Would you like to wash it together?"

I know he won't.

Sure enough, without looking back, he was very angrily stuck in the middle of the house.

Jiang Zilin happily closed the glass door, the room was full of heat, and closed her eyes with a light sigh comfortably.

The man who went to the bar by the bathroom door stepped, he had to put his hands in his trouser pockets, or not fall, all his mind was in the sound of the eardrum sliding.

He didn't know that when women were washing, they would be like this and make a sound.

...

The green onion was cut in half, and the glass door of the bathroom snapped open, and the heat was radiating.

"I am done!"

A ball of white bathrobes, invisible to her head, was wiping her long hair.

Jian Zhang Ke put down his dagger, and the saber he carried with him was also first-rate for cutting vegetables.

His body is full of mud and dirt in the Yangtze River water, and he needs to wash immediately, wash his hands, and come out from the bar.

Looking inside the bathroom, it turned out to be a battlefield.

Looking back at the woman again, she was lying on the bed comfortably. Erlang's legs were raised, her face was honeyed, and her long-lost legs were white. He looked around, with his small mouth half open, Xu was thirsty looking for water.

With a cold face, he stepped into the bathroom, took the gun out and put it aside, squatted down, with a blank face, he used a dagger to pick up the lady's cloth which had fallen on the floor.

Ugh.

What a normal girl's house.

"Do you want anything in your bathroom?"

Jiang Zilin suddenly heard him speak, and she choked on her throat with a mouthful of old white. She was energized, but she didn't quench her thirst and frowned, "What is it?"

The people inside are silent.

When she thought about it, her face was a little hot, she slammed her head, and said roundly: "No more, you set aside."

It’s not a good habit, and I’m used to serving people at home. Bathing is just about taking a bath. The clothes are naturally cleaned by the servants. I just forgot.

Looking down, there is a landline at the front desk on the bedside table. Then I will call the front desk clerk and ask him to ask the waitress/attendant to run errands for her, buy a new set, and wear it tomorrow.

Dried a bottle of Laobaigan, this small wine in the urban-rural fringe is really a product without any feeling.

Jumping out of the bed and opening the bag, she took out the U disk, turned on the computer to enter the special program, contacted Xiaolu, turned her head and glanced at the bathroom where the water was rustling, and quickly passed the source files to Xiaolu.518 Chinese Network www.518zw.com

She wandered around the room after getting things done.

After walking to the bar, I looked at the remaining green onions, the fragrance of the onions attracted greedy insects.

Jiang Zilin picked up the lightweight dagger, turned her fingers around, and cut it with interest.

...

Halfway through the wash, the power was suddenly cut off.

It was pitch black, Jian Zhangke's first reaction was to call her name.

Jiang Zilin responded and ran over from the bar. He heard the sound of water still in the bathroom, and the driver turned down. He asked, "Is the power out?"

She touched her nose, "It should be."

Jian Zhangke quickly took a shower, put on his clothes without wiping off the water, and said with a deep eyebrow, "You take the gun and open the door to see if the other rooms are dead."

She said, "That..."

"Why not?"

Jiang Zilin looked at the sky and scratched her hair, "Don't look at it. I just played with the cooking pot, the cooking pot is also strange, the contact is not good, I removed the board and set up the wiring, and then..."

The man's face was dark.

The short circuit tripped.

Not surprisingly, this is her housekeeping skill.

When I was at his house last year, he did not often tear up his kitchen.

I don't understand, why this woman became an agent, why she didn't electrocute herself!starve!Stupid!

Shaking his head, shook his head, I lost my temper.

After getting dressed, he came out, covered in moisture and cold, glanced at the bowed head with a sullen face, and slammed the door out.

The walkways are full of residents who come out from each room and shout what is going on.

Jian Zhang Ke went down to the first floor, and the front desk was so busy, lighting candles, meeting guests, and contacting the logistics master.

He knocked on the marble countertop and asked in a deep voice, "Where is the switch?"

The old man pointed, "What are you doing young man?"

He pursed his lips, walked to the side door, then jumped the stairs and climbed up the window.

The so-called man who was able to perform the task, repaired the circuit and was still a handsome man, within a minute, the whole body of the hotel was restored to light.

Hidden deep in his merit and name, when Aber raised his flashlight and stood under the switch, he saw sparks extinguished under the eaves, and a slender figure stood.

When I walked in, wasn't it the young migrant worker just now?

Aber squinted his eyes and looked up again. The young man was refreshed, his eyebrows were steady, his face was clean and angular, and he was exceptionally cold.

Like just now, there are no two people.

"Eh you..."

Arbor pointed, just about to speak.

Jian Zhangke finished smoking a cigarette, twisted the cigarette butt, sorted out the depressed mood of beating all night, and went upstairs.

Opening the door, a smell of noodle soup floated.

He doesn't have a good heart. If the face is given to this woman, is it still face?

After running a few steps, he asked calmly: "Who made you move the noodles..."

The sound stopped abruptly as she held the chopsticks to steadily pick her face.

The noodles are one by one, the color of milky white, and the spring onions of well-proportioned length are floating on the soup under the light, emerald green and refreshing.

Jiang Zilin snorted, "The short-circuit is an accident, and I don't want it. When I won't make noodles yet? I learned from someone. This is Aling's exclusive noodles. Look at this soup. You want a big bowl and a small bowl?"

He was a little stunned, his gaze scanned the woman holding the chopsticks with fine fingers.

Unexpectedly, it will be the next one. In his eyes, apart from fighting, she was made of cement, and for the first time, she looked like a woman.