A Good Girl and Her Protective Billionaire Husband

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Gu Shuangshuang is not as cruel as he is.

"Give him a look, I will take the babies out of the hospital immediately, and he won't come to us again!"

Wen Jinhuai took a deep breath, and promised, both promised first.

The lounge is quiet.

The babies slept peacefully and sweetly, their little hands clenched into fists, and their little mouths licked their saliva.

With Gu Shuangshuang's consent, Wen Jinhuai picked up the ice cream.

Gu Shuangshuang wrapped the blanket and picked up the little ice cream.

The two went out and came to the next door.

Wen Jinhuai kicked open the ward door with long legs, but Gu Shuangshuang hid for a while, and put the small ice cream in Wen Jinhuai's spacious embrace with his red eyebrows drooping.

"Shuanger?"

Gu Shuangshuang turned around and walked a few steps away, with a low and indifferent voice: "I'm waiting here, you tell him to watch it quickly, don't drag and occupy my child."

In the senior single ward, the white light is soft.

The ward door creaked slowly.

With the help of the doctor on the hospital bed, he supported the long man and leaned back against the head of the bed.

After the infusion, the man's arms were supported on his side, and the broad shoulder arcs under the hospital gown stretched out, pulling out the male collarbone that became more protruding.

The complexion was sickly pale, and the clavicle was so delicate under the light that it was dizzying.

The gap in the door gradually widened.

Wen Jinhuai's figure, two more small figures in Wen Jin's arms.

The man on the hospital bed slipped sadly.

He sat upright with a heavy body, one long leg bent under the quilt.

His facial features moved and tightened without restraint.

In the white light on the white bed sheet, white pillow cloth, white wall, he has deep eyes like deep ink.

Wen Jin walked in with her baby in her arms.

The door of the ward behind was taken by the doctor who went out.

Shen Mocheng endured the torment of the accelerating heartbeat. Needless to say, the pain of the surgical mouth of his head was not to be mentioned. He frowned, fell on the edge of the door that was gradually closing, and slowly retracted.

Wen Jinhuai whispered, "Shuang'er, she refuses to come in."

He greeted him with no expression. He seemed to expect that his thin lips were pressed into a straight line of frost, firmness and bone, the usual gesture of frowning.

Carefully, he wanted to take a closer look, he rested his deep gaze on the small faces of the two children and their bones, red hair in a daze.

The heavy breathing suddenly rose.

Wen Jinhuai watched his restrained and uncontrollable expression changes, a pair of eyes that had always been cold and indifferent, and those thin mists appeared uncontrollably at this moment.

With a sigh, he hugged the child carefully and placed it on his lap.

The man's body was shaken and stiff.

Then trembling.

The man's body, with tight muscle lines, was very moving when shaking.

The little ice cream flattened her mouth uncomfortably, and the fingers that made her fist moved. The tips of the little fingers were almost penetrated by the light. After a while, the little mouth laughed, and I don’t know what to do. Mengmeng of eating, the little paw stretched out and caught the man's slender index finger, who was frozen in the air and dared not move.

Shen Mocheng... His breath is gone.

The little guy pulled at something that seemed to be a tree branch in this dream, pulled it up to him, pressed his cheek, rubbed it, laughed, and fell asleep again with satisfaction.

So soft, soft touch on the index finger.

Shen Mocheng lowered his eyelids and closed them, with force, causing the eyelashes to be pressed on the eye sockets one by one and deformed.

He blocked the unstoppable enthusiasm in his eyes.3a reading network www.aaazw.com

Open your eyes again, but the tears are in the corners of your eyes, you can't deceive yourself.

There is such a silly woman who has not grown up, she is small, she is stupid, and has such a thin and thin body. She gave birth to a son and a daughter.

His son and daughter.

She gave birth to him.

"Mocheng..."

Wen Jinhuai looked at this side face stretched into a sculptured figure, the blue veins that bulged in his temple due to emotional fluctuations, and also on his neck.

"They slept soundly."

Wen Jinhuai moved a chair, sat down by the bed, and smiled: "The big one looks like you, look at the brow bones, and the eyelashes. The little guy will grow up in the future, and his facial features will be above you."

Shen Mocheng remained still, not daring to move, his fingers squeezed and then squeezed, touching the bare forehead of the ice cream.

The little guy sleeps vigilantly, like someone who wrinkles immediately when he is touched.

"Haha, this is like you too."

Wen Jinhuai raised his eyebrows: "It's so small like Shuang'er, a whole milk bun. If both are like you, Shuang'er will cry to death, how sad."

He didn't speak up, his eyebrows were deep and obscure, and it was difficult to calm his emotions within a stable level for a while.

You need to breathe deeply, and your strong chest undulates hard.

The arms of his son and daughter are still shaking closely.

Wen Jin laughed at his hopeless look, probably wanted to touch his son and daughter's little hands, but clumsily did not know how to start.

Coming and going, he annoyed himself.

Breathing the air that your son and daughter have breathed, how does it feel to be a father?

It seemed that he was drunk, his body was soft and feeble, his eyes were all white, and the blood boiled and bumped, making him uncomfortable.

Like dreams and illusions, the dreams that I had hoped for before, are now actually doing.

Tuk tuk-

The door of the ward was knocked by a delicate woman's finger joints.

The man on the hospital bed halted and did not move. He slowly raised his gaze on his son and daughter's small faces, looking deep and deep at the door.

Wen Jinhuai straightened up from the chair and looked at Shen Mocheng.

Gu Shuangshuang couldn't wait any longer, and knocked three more times.

Shen Mocheng looked down, the man's facial features were silent and deep, and the light and shadow showed a clear and hard texture.

He moved, and his arm slowly adjusted his position to hold the child.

"Send the babies out and give it to her."

Wen Jinhuai breathed a sigh of relief, fearing that he would have to let Shuang'er come in, or would not give it to the child, and he would become stiff again.

When the child left his arms, he kept watching, silently and calmly.

After all, the chest was empty, and the soft and warm temperature of the children slowly dissipated.

Shen Mocheng's heavy body was leaning against the head of the bed, and he heard the sound of Wen Jinhuai walking out and closing the door. He raised his hand and rested his arm on the brow bone.

Panting deeply, closing his eyes.

...

Seeing the babies being carried out by Brother Jinhuai, Gu Shuangshuang breathed out abruptly.

Standing on tiptoe, he took out the small ice cream from the man's arms and put it on the chair in the corridor.

Going to hold ice cream again.

Wen Jinhuai raised his arm and stopped, "How can you hold the two children?"

Gu Shuangshuang ignored it. In fact, he was regretting that he had promised to take the child in and show it to him.

"Don't be afraid, isn't this a hug?"