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!Shen Haoyu looked at the fourth uncle.

"Qingshu is at school. I have to make up lessons for the children at noon and leave work at about four."

Shen Mocheng naturally heard the answer, turned around holding the child, and told Gu Shuangshuang: "Call Zhang Qing, is the hotel arranged yet?"

"Shen Mocheng."

Shen Haoyu stopped, frowning and persuaded: "The hotel conditions in the villages and towns are limited. It is safer to take the ferry back to Tsim Sha Tsui. This is the Shen's house, the safest place, and bulletproof glass is used in every window. There are even more guards. Children are placed here. There are servants watching them sleep. Adults talk about things between adults. You don’t have to be so indifferent. Speaking of it, this is your home."

Gu Shuangshuang looked at his resolute and cold profile. Gu Shuangshuang could see that he was really here. In fact, he was not 100% ready to face it.

This trip may be returning from Hong Kong.

Gu Shuangshuang felt that he would give up when he saw him, and all his hatred would be over, lest he would have this hard lump in his heart all his life.

"Uncle." Gu Shuangshuang carefully pulled the sleeve of his shirt, and his fingers felt the line of the man's tight arm muscles.

He did not leave after all.

The ice cream and small ice cream were taken by Gu Shuangshuang, and followed the old but energetic fourth uncle into the house.

Only then did I know how big this family is, and how many hectares it occupies. There are four houses in the south, east, and northwest. The third houses are living by relatives of the collateral family.

The remaining Beiyuan is where Shen Haoyu Chixi, Shen Qingshu and his wife live.

The fourth uncle ordered the maid to place the two little babies in the bedroom of the wing.

Gu Shuangshuang followed his uncle into the hall, and saw a huge portrait hanging on the wall of the living room.

The fourth uncle saw her wait and see for a long time, and smiled, "This is the young master's grandma, Shen Wanyu."

Gu Shuangshuang was startled, looking up at the lady with a faint smile in the painting. She was really beautiful.

The fourth uncle said: "The young master's grandfather painted by impression. After many years, the beloved one looks the same in Mr. Bai's heart."

He explained: "The young master's grandfather is the biological father of Qing Shu. I respectfully call Mr. Bai, and I worked with Mr. Bai to fight the world. When he was young, Mr. Bai had a tragic relationship with Miss Wanyu. I didn't know much about it. Mr. Bai was mixed on the road. The life of the blade licking blood was not accepted by the Shen family. Later, because of a fighting and disappearing, Miss Wanyu misunderstood that he would not take it for a long time, and pledged that he would never meet again in this life."

"The Shen family had a face and a face. It was a shame to be pregnant with the whole family before being unmarried in those days. The Shen family moved. Many years later, Mr. Bai became a world away. He first defeated the Jiang family and avenged the persecution. After looking for Miss Wanyu, I learned that Miss Wanyu had passed away in the mainland. Mr. Bai returned to Hong Kong when he was old and bought the ancestral home of the Shen family. He was unmarried all his life and lived here for less than a month before passing away. I respected his will and tried his best to find Miss Shen Wanyu’s only son born to him, but the Qing book was not as much as Mr. Bai had hoped. The career of the Bai family, according to Mr. Bai’s wishes, changed his surname to Shen. The young master of Five, today, the young master is developing very well."

The fourth uncle sighed: "Qingshu, he is confused. There are still parents and children alive. Mr. Bai's grandson is alive, but he does not tell me. For these years, if the two brothers share the burden, the Shen family does not have to worry about the Jiangcheng faction. Young master doesn’t need to be so tired, now Miss Bao has something wrong again, Qing Shu still doesn’t know..."

Gu Shuangshuang Gu Shuangshuang sighed when he heard the story of his uncle, grandma and grandpa.

The fourth uncle doesn't know the details. Shen Qingshu doesn't want his uncle's son, so how can the two brothers share the cause of the Shen family?

Uncle is not uncommon. In Gu Shuangshuang's eyes, his uncle's career is no weaker than that of Shen's ancestors.

After walking around the ancestral house, Gu Shuangshuang couldn't help being curious, "Four grandfather, where is Mr. Shen Qingshu's current wife?"

The fourth uncle took off the pocket watch hanging on the gown, "Qing Shu’s daughter-in-law has been suffering from a disease for many years and cannot be cured. Qing Shu has loved such a woman all his life. She takes it with her in class. Those who lose their temper, cry and cry, no one can coax them except Qingshu."

At this moment, Shen Haoyu walked over and frowned: "Uncle Si, you will entertain at home, and I will go to school to pick up my father and Aunt Ru."

Gu Shuangshuang followed Shen Haoyu to the door. He disappeared from his uncle. Shen Haoyu said, "I smoked in the car." ok composition website www.okzuowen.com

Gu Shuangshuang walked over to the car window and saw the man leaning against the back seat with her eyes closed. Without interruption, she walked to Shen Haoyu and said, "I will go to school with you."

Shen Haoyu opened the passenger door and let her get in the car.

The school is in a small town and the car needs to go downhill.

The journey is not far, but Shen Haoyu drove slowly.

Gu Shuangshuang looked sideways and noticed how he was driving. His slender, white fingers were slightly tight on the steering wheel, and his face looked silent.

Gu Shuangshuang didn't understand the situation of Shen Qingshu and his current wife. Shen Haoyu's silence was golden, which made Gu Shuangshuang wonder all the way.

In more than ten minutes, he arrived at the school in the town.

Shen Haoyu sat in the car for a while and ate a mint.

Gu Shuangshuang got out of the car without disturbing him.

The ringing of the school bell came.

Shen Haoyu came down.

The security guard at the school gate knew Shen Haoyu and was polite and friendly: "Master A Hao, come to pick up Teacher Shen from get off work?"

The man smiled elegantly and nodded.

According to Gu Shuangshuang's observation, it seems that the Shen family has lived in the bay for many years and is admired by the locals. Shen Haoyu should have done a lot of good things.

Junior high school students and high school students came out one after another.

With one hand in the pocket of trousers, Shen Haoyu walked slowly and forcefully with a pair of long legs. The charming and handsome face and temperament attracted the girls' attention.

Everyone knows who he is. He is the son of Teacher Shen in the high school. He is more promising than Teacher Shen. The unattainable head of the Shen family is dead handsome!

Shen Haoyu went up to the third floor, walked to the office, no one saw anyone, went to a neat desk, glanced at the class schedule, and came out.

Gu Shuangshuang followed him to the end of the corridor, Grade Two (3).

He stopped slowly, and cast his eyes to the classroom, the podium position.

Gu Shuangshuang moved two steps and stood behind him, tilting his head slightly.

It was still early, and the sunset outside the window was very full of light. The classrooms were spacious, the desks were crowded, and there were many textbooks stacked on the desks.

There was a fluorescent lamp on the top of the podium ceiling, and the ceiling fan slowly rotated, shaking the shadow of a leaf, making the teaching books and paper industry on the podium rustle.

As soon as the slender figure with half-white hair was holding the blackboard eraser while wiping the blackboard, wearing reading glasses, it looked sideways as if Gu Shuangshuang imagined it, very graceful.

On the other side of the podium half of the body was blocked by the old man, a pair of soft white wrinkled hands played with the lesson plans and the ruler in a playful manner, muttering something with dissatisfaction, and could not hear clearly.

The old man turned his head and coaxed helplessly: "Xiaoru, stand up a little bit, you are going to eat chalk dust."

The woman's old voice, with a childlike tone, was slurping and stomping her feet.