A Good Girl and Her Protective Billionaire Husband

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"Go over there and sit down."

Inexplicably a little strange, he took a look at her, and took the chair away.

A bowl of warm plain soup noodles was placed in front of her. She pulled her hands away and immediately pressed it to her ears, "hot, hot."

Pass the chopsticks.

Jian Zhangke looked at her and took it.

Jiang Zilin lowered her eyes, "What are you looking at? Look at the monster, eat you!"

Luo Luo turned around, bit her lip, suddenly felt that the house was too small, the air was thin, and that tonight was really weird.

The two of them stayed here, taking a bath one after another, cooking noodles for him, this and that...what a weird one.

I also filled myself with a full bowl and took the noodle sauce from Aboshang, and she also took a seat.

Looking across from the eye, he immersed himself in eating noodles. Such a rough person could take a bite and take a break from eating. It was very elegant.

"Does it smell?"

Nod.

She tasted it herself, which was taught by A Ling and her appetite, but is he not from the north?

Open the lid, "Do you want noodle sauce?"

Push him over.

The man picked up a chopstick preciously, dipped it on the noodles, took a mouthful, expressionless.

Jiang Zilin stared at her, then took another look at the delicious sauce, "Delicious?"

Faintly greeted.

When her eyes lit up, she reached out to bring the can over.

The man put his long fingers into the can with his chopsticks.

"Why, I want to eat!"

He was expressionless and widowed. "This is canned food from the Southwest."

Jiang Zilin continued to dial the cans, "What's wrong with the Southwest, I didn't even taste the one that Abel gave to me!"

He has a deep face and frowns, "Is gluten delicious?"

She shook her head, thinking of the strange northern taste of the horrible fusion of pepper, pepper, and pepper, and she felt cold.

The man took a serious look, "This taste is the same as gluten."

Jiang Zilin was taken aback, and immediately let go.

His thin lips were pressed delicately, not as cold as a smile, but his dark eyes looked over at this moment, but it seemed that there was such a smile, and he whispered: "Tears and nose are muddy, not long memory."

She crossed her eyes.

Eh?

How does he know?

"Oh Jianzhangke, you are a pervert! You were hiding in the car to see me embarrassed? You still know that I bought gluten, which is really sinister!"

He lowered his head and ate noodles without saying a word, but the creases at the end of his eyes became thicker.

Angrily, but thinking about the miserable situation at the time, she couldn't help but smile.

Rarely quiet and harmonious.

There was only the sound of noodles on the table.

Jiang Zilin was a little inattentive after eating halfway through, but this man was a typical example of being silent.

She turned her gaze inadvertently and saw the mention of Lao Baigan. She suddenly remembered the appearance of the little supermarket girl who was earnestly selling Sanwu products, and then thought of this urban-rural junction, which is actually quite simple.

Can't help but smile.

The man's eating of noodles stopped, and he followed her soft gaze.90dy look at www.90dy.com

Jiang Zilin raised her lips, "How about ten yuan, do you drink it?"

He is casual.

The northern men were born rough, even if he was born in an excellent background, but the family of the generals of the Jian family never gave him favors since he was a child.

Daoer followed the old man to eat hand-rolled noodles, put a little salt in winter, blanch a pot of white wine, and eat a large bowl.

Jiang Zilin got up to get it and muttered, "It doesn't seem to have a degree, but I don't want fake wine. It should be brewed locally and sold after it is poured."

Jian Zhangke unscrewed the bottle cap and smelled it. The wines in the South and North are still different.

Can drink.

He just took the noodles and took one bite at a time. It was rare to relax and eat.

The woman on the other side also drank.

Drinking is really not like a girl, drinking a small bottle, her big eyes with light-colored pupils are like water, shiny and damp.

He doesn't like talking.

The more you drink, the less talk.

Jiang Zilin was different. She was a sister-in-law when performing the task. She was a little bit noisy in her life, and she was like a little nag-wife after drinking.

Before she knew it, she didn't know why she entangled him, and her face turned a little red from honey when she leaned on the desk, staring at him.

Chapter Ke constricted his eyes, raised his head and took another sip.

Suddenly I heard her ask, "Are you boyfriend and girlfriend friends with Han Suling?"

He paused and frowned.

Listening to her pompously talk, "Don't hide it, no one can tell! At Xuefeng base, when you look at her during a meeting, I am not blind."

Has he seen Han Suling at Xuefeng Base?

How did he remember that his anger was on the wild thing in front of him the whole time.

Maybe, everyone’s focus is different, and the perspective is different.

She smiled and ate, "No wonder you rejected me so thoroughly last year. It turned out to be the white moonlight with a certain way in your heart. You are so dumb, I really don't see that you have been in love with an iron like you, tusk, and Love history. Han Suling must have been determined to smooth your quick sandpaper back then, but I can see that she seems to have some ways with your brother, Jian Muqing."

The sound of bottles falling on the tabletop is neither light nor heavy.

Jiang Zilin looked at his somewhat stretched fingers.

He dropped his eyes, his voice was still calm, a little low, "Now she has nothing to do with Jian Muqing."

Jiang Zilin frowned immediately, but was steady, raised her eyebrows, and said nothing.

Jian Zhangke turned his head, the man's eyes were pale and colorless, but they pretended to be like the rainy night outside the window, so quiet and deep that they couldn't see anything at all.

Jiang Zilin looked at him, saw him stand up, and thought for a while and said, "Don’t worry about you, I’m just bored. I checked your Swiss employment organization and the entanglement with the ghost, it’s actually not a deep hatred, your name. The subordinates were also rescued. You don't need to get involved in the mission of Chenglin this time. Is it Han Suling who invited you?"

"Yep."

The man with his hands in his pockets, his body straight and heavy, stood with his back facing her in the middle of the room, then walked to the window and opened the patio door.

The wind in May has a heart-warming Weng heat, and the moisture in the rain floats in.

He lights up and smokes.

Jiang Zilin stood up with two bottles of wine and walked over.

He heard him say, "Su Ling said that the pressure on her was very high this time, and she couldn't help it. Jian Muqing has been suppressing her for several years. The staff in her team was originally not enough, and there was less trust. Because of the lack of combat effectiveness, Jian Muqing refused to approve her application for reinforcements. It is a matter of her career, a hurdle, I want to help."

Jiang Zilin thought about these words, not feeling the truth in her heart, and asked tentatively: "That means you can't let go of her, so you are willing to help her?"

In the rainy night, the isolated neon outside the window, he shook his head in the quiet light and shadow.

Jiang Zilin didn't understand what he meant by shaking his head, but the man's gaze fell on her face.

Some are silent, some are deep, the night is heavy and gentle.

Kan Zhang Ke brushed the soot, frowned and pursed his lips, "I haven't seen her for nearly eight years. These eight years have given me the illusion. I don't admit that I was hurt eight years ago, so I have been worried about it for eight years. Goodbye her, suddenly everything is relieved."

Jiang Zilin looked up, his gaze held her face tightly, and she suddenly became a little nervous.

The eardrum buzzed, his low voice, "I admit the truth, I don't know myself, but I have already looked at others."