A Good Girl and Her Protective Billionaire Husband

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Wen Jinhuai coaxed his son, hugged him and paced back and forth in the bedroom, and asked Sister Fang: "Are you going up there?"

Sister Fang patted her head, "Ms. An wants a thermometer to measure her temperature. Master, I think Ms. An is very ill. Would you like some medicine?"

He frowned and said, "Take the temperature. Sister Fang, make some milk for the young master."

Sister Fang sighed and took the thermometer downstairs.

But Miss Ann did not come out.

Sister Fang walked over. An Guo was in the bedroom, with the door half open, misty, her shoulders wrapped in a bath towel and her white shoulders exposed.

"Oh, Ms. An, why don't you wear your clothes yet? You can freeze people with the Yuba lamp on."

An Guo looked a little complicated, and pointed to the clothes that hadn't moved on the stool: "Sister Fang, where is the pajamas you gave me before?"

"It's washed. Miss An, you called and said that you had a cold in the afternoon. I thought you shouldn't rest here tonight. I washed one when I was tidying up. It's okay, Miss An, this is the shirt that the young master didn't wear. You can change it quickly. Go up, go upstairs and sink into the quilt to cover your sweat."

Ango couldn't.

I came back with him. I want to see the little guy. I can only sleep here tonight. She can't drive a car in this situation.

Putting on the man's white shirt, it grew to the middle of the thigh, Ango was tall and dressed a little BF.

With the thermometer under her armpit, she went upstairs.

Passing by the master bedroom, I heard my son crying.

Sister Fang came with Jiangshui and said, "You don't drink milk, the little emperor. Today you are not happy if you didn't feed your mother. This time your son will have trouble with his father."

An Guo took the soup cup and drank the cold ginger water, looked into the crack of the door, paced back and forth, patiently coaxing his son's man.

She looked down at the two white legs exposed under the shirt, thinking of inconvenience.

But the son was crying.

After thinking about it, I knocked on the door.

Wen Jinhuai turned around, saw her, looked up and down, and said seriously: "Why don't you go back to the room?"

"I look at my son."

He does not speak.

An Guo walked in with a cotton drag, and tiptoed beside him: "I'll hold it for a while."

He leaned forward and gave her the baby.

When the two of them are in physical contact, his arm will inevitably touch her soft side. The man lowers his eyes and only sees her eyelashes hanging thick and her face is so white that she can see the fluff.

In the nose, there is another scent of woman bathing perfume.

After the child was given to her, he stood a little farther away, arched his arms, opened his thumb and forefinger, supported the black belt around his waist, and looked at her.

An Guo coaxed softly, mostly repetitive words. When her mother faced her son, her voice was different from usual.

It is delicate and harmonious, and extremely soft.

Seeing her distressed two distant mountains, frowning tightly, holding and shaking, the little guy may smell the milk while moving, and the little fleshy fingers touched the mother's food again, this will make the son kick and splash. Her arms were particularly disturbed, and she cried.

An Guo embarrassed.

He walked back and forth carefully and coaxed, not to blame.

She walked to the crib and bent over to put the little one down.

This little sturdy thing was pulling at her hair, and her little hands didn't have much strength yet, so she was crying for her mother.

Anguo didn't succeed several times, and the bent waist was a little tired.

The man standing on the side did not come to help. Instead, he turned around with one hand in his pocket and walked out.

Wen Jinhuai twisted his eyebrows, licked his thin lips, and closed his eyes tightly.

But she couldn't drive away. She turned her back to him. She bent over to put the child on her back, which could be used as the skirt of the shirt because of her movements. A pair of white and shiny women's legs gradually exposed.

Until the shadowy, unobstructed area.

...

An Guo coaxed the humming little guy to sleep, not knowing how long it was later.

Reluctantly, the mother coaxed for a long time before drinking some milk, smashing her mouth and looking for her in her arms.Variety Literature www.kanzongyi.cc

Anguo covered the child with a blanket and looked up, not knowing where the man had gone.

Sister Fang is downstairs, and even if she is a guest, she is not ashamed to always ask Sister Fang to do things.

An Guo didn't leave at the moment, and sat on the side of the bed, waiting for her son to pull, cleaned up and changed his diapers before returning to the room.

The body was so burnt that I couldn't hold it, and I was dizzy, thinking about lying down for a while.

He curled up his legs on the edge of his bed, closed his eyes and rested, feeling cold again, and pulled the quilt to stop his legs.

Humiliated, cold and hot, falling asleep but heavy, even if you want to open your eyes.

...

Wen Jinhuai finished the matter and smoked another cigarette in the study.

His mind was calm. He glanced at the time, and it was past 11 o'clock in the evening.

He went downstairs to drink water, Sister Fang was already asleep.

The weather forecast said it would turn from rain to snow, so he moved all the potted plants in the yard to the flower house to get some dirt.

I took a shower in the bathroom downstairs before going upstairs.

Opened the door of the master bedroom, but saw the woman at the corner of the bed still there, curling herself up with his quilt like a small mouse.

Wen Jinhuai stood at the door for a while, a little surprised at the woman lying on the back of his bed.

A man with a pure heart, he doesn't know how to deal with such a woman.

Inexperienced, should I wake her up and let her go to sleep in her own room or just hold her to save trouble?

I walked over and saw that the woman's slender white wrist was resting on the little crib.

One big and one small, sleeping soundly.

But she was uncomfortable, her breathing was very rough, and she felt high temperature all over her body from far away.

Wen Jinhuai leaned over and lifted the quilt. Sure enough, one hand was wet, and she sweated a lot.

As soon as the quilt left, An Guo felt very cold, shivered, whispered coldly in her mouth, and kept talking.

Wen Jinhuai probed her forehead, frowning deeply, and patted her face: "An Guo?"

An Guo couldn't wake up, knowing that someone was calling her, but her throat was so hot that she couldn't make a sound.

Wen Jinhuai lifted her eyelids and looked at the coating of her tongue again.

In this case, you must take medicine.

The man leaned over, hugged her sideways, and walked out of the room to the second bedroom.

An Guo woke up due to the bumps, opened her eyes strenuously, and saw herself in the man's arms, her face warm.

She looked up, only to see a sharp touch of the chin, the neck, and the Adam's apple from this angle, it was very skinny.

An Guo didn't know if it was a dream or reality.

In reality, he probably wouldn't hold a woman.

...

Wen Jinhuai took the person into the second bedroom and walked toward the 1.5-meter-wide bed with his long legs. When he was about to put down the woman in his arms, he realized that she had already woke up.

I don't know if I'm unconscious, anyway, those big and round eyes are open, looking at him.

The eyes are inquisitive, innocent, curious, as if surprised at hugging her with myself.

For a while, the man Qingjun's facial features flashed with embarrassment.

He leaned over, before putting the person on the bed completely.

The woman felt uneasy if she couldn't fall, and she raised her slender hands to wrap around his neck.

Because they are exerting force, the breathing is heavier.

All eyes met for a while, each other's eyes were pretending to look like each other.

The small bedside lamp was turned on in the room, and the orange aperture again made the atmosphere very blurred.

Anguo had a high fever. To some extent, this situation was equivalent to being drunk and staring. She didn't need to think about things normally. She suddenly asked the person above her head: "Doctor Wen, do you feel holding me now?"

She was afraid he would not understand, and added: "I mean the man's physical feeling."