A Good Girl and Her Protective Billionaire Husband

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What to buy?

Seeing him walking in front, he was tall and well-dressed, and stopped in front of a row of shelves next to the cash register, standing tall among a bunch of aunts.

When she walked over, the man raised his eyebrows and hugged her forward, pointed at the row with his slender fingers, and his voice was extremely low in her ear: "Madam, choose a flavor you like."

Gu Shuangshuang looked at the row of colorful Okamoto boxes...

The uncles and aunts around are staring at the pair of handsome men and women who choose sets. The men are a little bit older and the girls are tender. Do you want to call the police?

He saw her motionless, and whispered in her ear again, quite earnestly: "It's always on you, it's not the answer, today my husband remembers, we buy and buy, buy more..."

"Shen Mocheng!"

Gu Shuangshuang's face was dripping with red blood, and his black eyes almost stared out, "Buy you, if you do this, I really don't want you!!!"

She was ashamed to cry, turned to run, and the bastard still held her.

Gu Shuangshuang turned her head and saw that he frowned and took three boxes. She stood there still. She blushed so hard that she scolded him: "Don't go to checkout!"

This man... but stuffed three boxes of things into her arms.

Gu Shuang Shuangmu said, "What are you doing for me?"

He pressed his slender fingers, pressed his frown, and clicked on his resolute jaw. He hesitated unnaturally: "My husband has never bought this item. I will be embarrassed to face the lady at the cashier. Madam, you go to the checkout. If you are young, they will I thought you bought it for mom and dad."

Gu Shuangshuang: "..."

After that, he became calm, and the day he followed him, he refreshed the lower limit of the two words strange flower and dirty.

He raised his head and smiled at him, his big eyes squirming, "Okay, I'm going to knot."

Shen Mocheng was surprised, but at the same time feeling a little guilty, and touched her head: "Really good, my husband is waiting for you here."

There were not a few old ladies in front, and it was her turn soon. The cashier is a eldest sister in her thirties. Without scanning the code, she asked Gu Shuangshuang, "How old is it?"

Gu Shuangshuang touched his bangs and said loudly, "Auntie, I am fifteen, this is for my father! See if others are there!"

Smiling innocently and heartily, with a little finger in vain--

Everyone looked at the tall and handsome man.

Shen Mocheng: "..."

The cashier eldest sister glanced at her, scanned the code happily, and said while scanning: "Let the girl buy this thing, it's nasty!"

Shen Mocheng: "..."

...

The nose is not the nose and the eyes are not the eyes to come home.

Sister Wang opened the door.

The wife has a bright face, and the husband is gloomy, and neither of them looks at each other. What's wrong?

Gu Shuangshuang changed his shoes and was about to go upstairs while holding his schoolbag humming. The long hair around his ears was torn.

She turned her head back from the pain, glaring at her: "What are you doing?"

The man looked at her with dark eyes and lifted his thin lips, "Dad is hungry, go cook. Otherwise, dad will hammer you to death."

"..."

The servants in a house listened to the husband and the father's wife getting angry, and even hammered the wife to death!

All at a loss.

Gu Shuangshuang understands that the supermarket has made him lose his old face, and this is revenge against her.

Pulling the long black hair out of his palm, buzzing at him with round eyes, the small body slammed away from him, and walked through the spacious living room to the kitchen.

Sister Wang: "Sir, what are you doing? The dinner is ready. So many people in the family let the wife go to the kitchen..."

"You don't care!"

The man frowned and drank, tearing off his tie, his tall body walked to the glass table on the sofa in the living room, took a sip from the water glass, and placed his warm eyes in the kitchen.

His little cook drew her long hair swiftly, rolled up her little sleeves, tied her bib, opened the refrigerator and got her feet up to look for ingredients.Hot book www.redianshu.com

Shen Mocheng was fascinated.

This meal is not rare, I like to see her bee busy for him.

There will be a strange feeling in his heart.

Why is it strange?

Probably because of this feeling, it is called happiness.

This girl is like a ray of light he found in the long darkness. The light will heat up, and it will be warm if it is closer to her, and it will be fun to stay by her side.

Happy...he was born with evil thoughts. At this moment, he hoped that Mom would continue to be in a coma and don't wake up. If Mom doesn't wake up, he can leave his little girl...

Shen Mocheng closed his eyes abruptly, and squeezed the glass, his finger joints were white, shaking slightly.

I was taken aback by my absurd selfishness.

...

Gu Shuangshuang was in the kitchen ping-pong, orderly, blushing with his busy face.

Cooking for him, she was... actually quite happy.

With the effort of holding the yam, she wiped the sweat from her forehead and tiptoed to look secretly from the window to the living room. What is the man sitting on the sofa busy with?

He... unexpectedly greeted a group of servants, packing books for her?!

The glass table in the living room was covered with various pink-patterned book papers she bought, and he directed Aunt Wang and Aunt Zhou to cut them out, not allowing them to move.

It's all cut, he leaned over, handed the cigarette that was burning between his fingers to his lips, held it in his mouth, frowned and wrapped it up in trouble.

Gu Shuangshuang's heart was so hot, she really scared her eyes.

Uncle is actually wrapping her books...

Treat her so well, add a dish to him!

Beat three eggs happily.

He packed two copies of seaweed soup, celery lily, and steamed egg.

"Uncle eat first!" Gu Shuangshuang gave him a meal with a smile.

The man threw the book aside with a look of disgust, picked up the chopsticks and took the bowl in her little hand, and ate it gracefully with no expression on his face.

After eating two bites, but not seeing the person next to her, she turned her head and glanced at her, "Come and eat!"

"I'm not hungry." Gu Shuangshuang happily stroked the book he had packaged for her. The package was really good, there was no trace of rework, and the patterns were all on the front.

She looked and looked, looked and looked, and suddenly remembered a question.

When my uncle was a student, boys were very carefree, maybe they didn't have the habit of wrapping books for themselves.

But if he is so skilled and so good-looking, he must always give it to others?

That other person must be a girl, and only girls have the habit of packing books.

Thinking of this, my heart suddenly became bored.

After finishing dinner, Shen Mocheng glanced at his watch. There was not much business tonight. He returned to the sofa in the living room and wanted to continue to pack the remaining books for her.

Gu Shuangshuang picked up the books without letting him touch the rolls of paper, and said dullly, "Uncle, go ahead, I will pack them myself."

Shen Mocheng was inexplicable, and saw her throwing herself a small figure back upstairs.

It's half past nine at night.

He came out of the study and returned to the bedroom.

The little thing was at his desk in front of a small desk. One person cuts paper and another person packs books. The carpet is full of shredded paper and waste paper. Those who are distressed will not pack it and will always rework.

He glanced and went into the bathroom.

She came out in twenty minutes. She hadn't finished wrapping one of the books. She was clumsy with small hands, unpacking and stacking, repeatedly, maybe absent-minded, her big angry eyes sparkling and about to cry.

Shen Mocheng raised his eyebrows and lay on the bed irrelevantly. He stood upright and leaned against the head of the bed. The bathrobe was loose, revealing a large white chest. He put his business hand-held on his lazily bent legs.

In the bedroom, the sound of messy tearing paper and the leisurely keyboard tapping, contrasted and collided.