A Good Girl and Her Protective Billionaire Husband

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A group of people came out of school.

The security guard said hello to Shen Qingshu, his face was unnatural.

Can't hide things, everyone is guessing what happened to Shen's house.

After getting in the car, Shen Qingshu immediately rolled the window to comfort his wife, "It's okay, they are not looking at you."

The woman held a small flower in her hand, oh oh several times, she looked down at the flower and said in a daze, "Qing Shu, this flower is yellow, does it look like egg custard?"

Gu Shuangshuang turned his head from the passenger seat with difficulty, staring blankly at the woman's smiling face, "Egg custard, I like it very much."

"Oh, both my daughters like to eat!"

"Xiaoru?" Shen Qingshu was surprised, "Remember Xiaobao?"

The woman paused and looked blank again.

Shen Qingshu sighed. After Xiaobao was a teenager, Xiaoru's condition worsened and the number of times he recognized Xiaobao became less and less.

Xiaoru sometimes mentioned Xiaobao subconsciously, she didn't know it.

Gu Shuangshuang's heart felt like being pulled by someone, very painful, and suddenly his eye sockets were wet.

She twisted her head and looked at the scenery flying by outside the window. There was a mess of numbness in her mind for a while.

She has a stupid head, and her age for remembering things is older than that of ordinary children. Now that she tries to remember, she can't remember a little bit of things before she was five years old. There are only a few indistinct fragments. It's winter, with heavy snow, so cold and narrow. There was a fire in the small house, and her mother held her little hand and said that she would steam her a bowl of egg custard and put a lot of sugar.

The thing I can remember later is after the orphanage.

Why go to the orphanage?Gu Shuangshuang didn't know.

Later, when he was picked up to review his home, Gu Shuangshuang asked where Gu Hai's mother had gone. Gu Hai laughed coldly and ruthlessly, saying he was dead!

Gu Shuangshuang's guess is that her mother died, so she entered the orphanage.

But why does the woman sitting behind him have such a familiar face? That familiarity is not visual, but more of a psychological intimacy. Gu Shuangshuang’s heartbeat thumped when he saw the woman’s face clearly. She couldn't calm down with the feeling of excitement.

If my mother is not dead, if the one sitting behind is...

Gu Shuangshuang didn't dare to think further!

Crying holding the only black-and-white photo of my mother was four years ago. Later, I left in a hurry. The photo was hidden under the school bed.

Xiaoshuang helped clean up the things in the school dormitory.

Gu Shuangshuang immediately took out his phone and texted Xiaoshuang, praying that Xiaoshuang would keep the photo!

She was in a mess. She couldn't understand her thoughts, not sure, not sure. She didn't remember the way her mother was in the picture. What if it was her own illusion?

But, mother, mother... She also hopes that the guess in her heart is true, sitting behind her mother who is not dead, or Gu Hai is lying!She and her mother are just separated, separated...

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The white Land Rover stopped on the lush mountainside.

With the majestic electric gate opened, a black Mercedes parked beside the round altar in front of the gate.

Gu Shuangshuang was in a daze, forced himself to regain his senses, got out of the car and walked towards the Mercedes-Benz.

The car windows were all covered with ink-colored car film. Gu Shuangshuang leaned close to the car window and saw the man inside still sitting in the back seat with his eyes open, looking towards the front glass with a cold and intimidating gaze.

Gu Shuangshuang's heart jumped and knocked on the car door.

The people in the car did not respond.

After getting off the car, Shen Haoyu stopped and looked at Mercedes-Benz.

Standing behind his adopted son, Shen Qingshu, his temples were pale, his face was pale, his eyes wandered, hesitated, dodged, his lips pressed tightly, and he still did not look at the car.918 novel www.918xs.com

"uncle?"

Gu Shuangshuang knocked again.

His body was hit by the suddenly opened rear door.

She hid in pain, her waist was wrapped by the man's arm, and she stood firm.

Gu Shuangshuang held his breath and looked at the man slowly getting out of the car. His face was very pale, his vision was also pale, and he didn't even frown.

But Gu Shuangshuang was too scared to move.

The man, the calmer, the stranger the quieter, the more terrifying the aura that he exudes, and he didn't cover it, that Xiaoer was white, it was a murderous, tyrannical, black horror from hell. The breath is about to drown everyone.

"uncle……"

Gu Shuangshuang's lips trembled, and he reached out his hand to grab him, afraid of what he would do, really afraid of what he would do.

With one hand in the pocket of his trousers, he gracefully walked forward.

Step by step, the long legs are stepping methodically, seeming to be very lazy.

After more than ten meters, but thirty-seven years away, Shen Mocheng seemed to have run out of self-deprecating, he stretched his legs and stopped in front of that person carelessly.

Shen Haoyu felt that the old man behind him was obviously unable to eat, but he calmed his brows and moved away.

Shen Qingshu was completely exposed to the cannibalistic sight of a man.

He stared blankly at the tall and straight figure in front of him, much taller than him, half a head taller, Shen Qingshu's eyes wandered, and he wanted to look at that face several times, but he kept passing by.

Shen Mocheng stared at the sixty-year-old man, without disappointment or emotion in his heart.

But how cold is his eyes?

It can be seen from the trembling figure of Shen Qingshu.

Shen Mocheng chuckled lightly and took a step forward.

The old man took a step back quickly.

He was so expressionless, staring quietly and patiently, as if watching a clown, full of comfort.

He put his hands in his trousers, his hands in the dark were clenched into fists, every blue vein was clamoring, Shen Mocheng hated!I just wish I could not throw this punch!

"Qing Shu..."

Shen Mocheng's icy gaze turned to the woman wearing a cheongsam by Shen Qingshu.

She wore an old-fashioned bun, showing her soft white forehead, and her eyes were shiny. Despite the obvious wrinkles at the end of her eyes, she could still see that her eyes were large and full.

Wearing a plain plaid cheongsam, the pupils are difficult to concentrate, a little dizzy, and the corners of the mouth are glittering.

Hanging a napkin with a napkin, with an expression of horror, when Shen Mocheng looked at her, the feet with embroidered cloth shoes moved back behind Shen Qingshu.

This is the so-called true love that Shen Qingshu desperately abandoned his wife and son to look for outside?

Shen Mocheng's brows condensed for no idea.

The looks of this woman...

Shen Mocheng took a pressing step forward and looked closely.

"Ah..." The little yellow flower in the woman's hand fell off, and she grabbed Shen Qingsu's clothes on the waist with her fingers.

Shen Mocheng had to approach that woman.

Shen Qingshu moved his body, took his wife's hand, and calmed down softly, "It's okay, as small as, it's okay."

At this moment, he finally stood face-to-face in front of his own son, with the corners of his mouth squirming, "Please don't scare her, she doesn't know anything, go in and say."

Shen Mocheng snorted lightly.

For a woman, it's like a man.