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!Xiao Yun's words paused, and he clearly saw the content in his son's eyes.

"Wash your feet."-the man's low voice.

Jiang Zilin turned her head and saw the man's tall body bend down, his movements were slow.

Originally, his voice was strong and powerful, but in her ears, there was a kind of command.

She doesn't want to cooperate.

But Xiao Yun is still here.

Jiang Zilin had to sit down on the edge of the bed. As soon as his buttocks were next to the edge of the bed, his feet were held by his big hands. His fingers were so long, and her fingers were pressed against the back of her insteps. The rough touch was so warm that she was startled.

Frozen for a moment, just want to break away.

Xiao Yun sighed, brought a small stool for his son, nagging, "Your leg, give me three bowls of bone soup every day from tomorrow onwards."

After speaking, he winked and slipped out.

Jiang Zilin watched as her feet were pushed into the water by him.

"Sir! It's hot," she annoyed.

The man raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes in the light were pitch black, and the ripples did not move. "Can't you remember my name?"

She hummed, "Why do I remember your name?"

His resolute face was heavy, and the water covered her insteps. She was tall and tall, and her feet were thin and slender. It was different from the honey color on her neck. The feet were dazzling white and the insteps were very tender. The palm of his hand is itchy.

Suddenly the Adam's apple slipped, his expression solemn, and he whispered in a dull voice: "I used to call my name very often in bed.

...W, what?!

She is dead.

Staring in disbelief at this expressionless man who said such words, his stern facial features and hard lines, he looked at Zhou Zhouzheng seriously.

Raising his foot to flick his face with water, his pretty sharp face was so hot somehow, kicking him, "What are you talking about!...What, bed, bed..."

For a long time, she couldn't utter the whole word. At that age, she still knew the word shy.

The slender ankle asked him to grab it with two fingers and pull it gently.

Under the light, the vicissitudes of this person's brows and eyes softened slightly, and when he chuckled, his thin, dry lips rose up, and they kissed her wet feet.

Jiang Zilin was stupid. She jumped from the bottom of her feet to the top of her forehead. After a few thousand volts, she was beaten motionless.

The man was serious, rolled up the towel on his knees and wiped each of her toes. He put his left hand down against his calf, stood up slowly, and commanded, "Go into the bed."

She stared at him, her face turned red as she stared, her mouth opened and he couldn't squeeze a word for a long time.

The damn soles slid so that she got goose bumps all over.

Jian Zhangke ignored her, picked up the basin, and walked outside and said: "If you want to go, I won't stop. You won't be able to go within this month. Your eldest brother has taken care of it. No matter how long you live, during your stay, you Don't be awkward."

Jiang Zilin looked at him suspiciously, unexpectedly he still had such a good time to talk.

A little skeptical, he won't stop?Isn't the kid in the belly his?

Listening to him, he lowered a few more notes and said, "Can you help me? My mother and grandma can't bear what you want to leave, so you can just pretend."

Thinking of the two women, her heart was soft.

Without thinking, he nodded.

The door is closed gently.

Jiang Zilin stared at the small piece of the carpet that was wet with water, and then looked at this room. She was a little dazed, a little unfamiliar, and her heart was up and down. Everything happened so fast today. She was under the oppression of her elder brother. In the warm and sincere treatment of this family, there is something unwilling to relax.

Take one step, watch one step.

She took off her coat with a sigh and pulled off her pants. She looked down at her belly, her skin was delicate and flat, and she couldn't believe that there was a small seed inside.

Jiang Zilin thought of her little nephew, Ah Lingsheng's little nephew, like a thin monkey, wrinkled, but watery and cute when she looks at people.First Literature www.d1wx.com

"I don't know what you would look like if you were born?"

"Hey, don't be like iron, it's awful to think about it..."

Talking to himself, as soon as he was clenched under the covers, the door creaked and opened again.

He twisted his eyebrows and turned his head violently. The shock was still written on his face, and he was busy pulling the quilt to cover his bare shoulders and collarbone, "What are you doing again?! Let people sleep!"

Mr. Mu Zhu had no expression on his face.

Looking at her fierce look, her eyebrows pressed down, and she told herself that people have amnesia and have a temper, what can you do?

Now you have to take care of this pepper.

The magazine in his hand fluttered to her on the bedside table, and he glanced over it coldly. He didn't see any benefits and couldn't help but choke her: "A dry pool of flat water, what can I see."

"A flat beach?" She got angry and opened the quilt. "You can't see it? What is this, this is not convex!"

His eyes met, his eyes darkened, and he remained silent.

She lowered her head, for a moment, Nima...slammed on the quilt!

The man's Adam's apple faintly closed, looking at her face when he lowered his head and turned off the light, and whispered: "It's convex, small hill, I see it."

"roll!"

"good night."

"Go, go!"

The door was closed, and it took a long time before a dark head appeared from the quilt. His long hair fell on the pillow, smashed, and then hugged his flushed face, "I rely on Jiang Zilin for your cover... Pig paws take off The clothes are taken off together, that's it, you just lift the quilt because Mao doesn't remember that you didn't wear it, the knot is gone, it's gone..."

Outside the door, the man put his hands in his pockets, leaning against the wall and closing his eyes.

...

When she woke up the next day, Jiang Zilin noticed the basically crooked magazine on the bedside table.

The man threw it down last night.

When she picked it up, her face was wrong.

There are five fashion male model magazines. Needless to say, the little fresh meats on the cover are all types she loves very much, melancholy, pale, long legs with vampire aristocratic temperament.

What...what does this mean?Give her this?

Make her yelling?

Hey, knowing that her face won't fit into her eyes, she would just play generously buying a few magazines to give her an eye addiction under low self-esteem?

This man looked upright and straight, and his scheming was quite heavy.

At the hospital that day, she just complained to Awei, and he actually heard it.

However, a few magazines want to please her,

no way.

Especially after seeing the boring energy in his serious appearance last night, I was even more sure that this was a bad man with extremely different appearances!

Said she was a small hill?

How many small hills have I seen in particular, does he know such proprietary adjectives?At first glance, he is not an honest person.

This car, full of resentment, got up.

Next door, the bedroom door opened wide, and the June breeze mixed with morning dew blowing in from the window and passing through the hall.

The patter of water in the bathroom.

Xiao Yun walked into the house with a basket. The 1.5-meter single men's bed was neatly stacked on the side of the bed with square tofu in army green.

Without carpets, there is no dust on the solid wood floor.

Turning around, there is no clothes to pack.