A Good Girl and Her Protective Billionaire Husband

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Anguo blinked at him, waiting for the answer.

There are some things she usually dare not say, but she will be pressed in the bottom of her heart. Because of the pressure, she will become more curious: "You said that you want to get a certificate with me, that means becoming a husband and wife, and I will not be hypocritical if you are a son. Anyway, I’m just dreaming, I’ll just tell you, I can see you, I think you are handsome, mature, considerate and charming, and have a bit of cold temperament that women are most obsessed with. Apart from my fear of flash marriages, I have another problem. Keep pressing, don't say I am realistic or put / dang, after all, we are doctors and ordinary people are different, and we use a scientific perspective to look at matters between men and women."

She has a dry throat, and she doesn’t know if it’s a fever or she’s still a little bit ashamed: "I can’t get married, which means I can’t accept my life as a widow, don’t you understand? I need something like that, but you don’t seem to need it. , If you plant flowers and grass, and live like an immortal, pure-hearted, we can't agree."

An Guo wanted to laugh a little by what she said, and she was not restrained in her dream. She really pouted and laughed. His thoughts were unbelievable, and suddenly she thought of Sister Fang's nickname.

Her eyes were under the light, shimmering with diamonds like a lake. She laughed and rippled, and pinched the man's white cheeks: "Puff, Mr. Fuki."

The gentle man's face above his head was dark for a moment and his complexion was extremely bad.

An Guo laughed more happily, not knowing which nerve was twitching, but was bold, and his arms around his neck were burnt, and he actually raised his head and kissed him.

Mouth-to-mouth, kiss his two thin lips.

After waiting, there was no change in this person's expression, only a pair of eyes were scary.

Anguo shrugged, "Look at you, you didn't even react to a woman kissing you. I wasted this face in vain, this clothed and fleshy figure." She didn't want to give up, raised her head and kissed, clumsy, Hook him.

The man's eyelashes are still, and the deepest part of his eyes, he quietly examines this woman who is doing his hands and feet. She hangs on his neck, her cheeks are white, her small mouth is pink, her lips are full, and every part of her skin is tender. As if I could squeeze water out, the fever became more red and beautiful.

He suffocated his breath, remembering the scene where she put the child in the bedroom before, a little unsteady, but his eyes were faint, he opened his thin lips and let her go in.

An Guo seemed to have broken through, with a sense of pride, holding this cold iceberg tighter, trying to conquer him and melt it.

She worked hard, raised her body a little, and gently kissed his lips, not wanting to be like him, her thin lips were unexpectedly soft.

She breathed like a blue, rubbing on his lips and jaw, expecting his breath disorder, but she felt the sound of a man’s chest, drumming, and a steady and healthy heartbeat coming from his chest through his ribs and chest muscles. Very confusing.

The two entangled for a while, but a warm current became more and more turbulent, as if it couldn't stop, and there was a deeper trend.

Wen Jin frowned, and when she lowered her head, she saw that she was pressing her hands on both sides of the pillow, and she realized that she was in this position.

He got up a little, pressed the tip of her nose, his mouth stopped.

She opened her eyes blindly.

His eyes are deep and dark, his voice is dumb and heavy, and a bit serious: "Anguo, you still don't mess with some fire."

An Guo thought about his words.

He put her body down on the bed, her head was blunt, but she was propped up, and she looked towards the trouser pocket where the man's hands were inserted as if reacting, her eyes widened and bold.

Wen Jinhuai: "..."

Turning around with a terrible expression, the smell of the air between the two of them has not yet dissipated, and their hearts are a little anxious. They only hear the sound of each other's breathing, and they press each other across each other.

The man's eyes wandered, his clear eyebrows frowned, and he turned his head sideways several times.

In the end, he lowered his eyes and walked out.

Anguo stared at his back. Only then did she realize that she was blushing and woke up completely, knowing that it was not a dream. When the sound of his footsteps disappeared, she closed the door, stomped three times, whispered and ran back to the bed to cover herself.

I was feverish and worried, my body was too sleepy, but my head was awake and couldn't sleep anymore.

Ann Guo sat cross-legged on the bed to calm down, nothing useful.

The body was suddenly cold, and I realized that the nasal congestion was more serious. I shake it, and my head was filled with lead.

She turned her head, and there was a box of medicine and a glass of water on the bedside table.Three K Novel Network www.kkkxsxs.com

Xu was prepared by Sister Fang before.

The medicine is a standing family anti-fever medicine, with less side effects. Anguo strenuously propped up against the head of the bed, woke up his nose with a tissue, opened the medicine and took one according to the instructions.

She lay down but couldn't fall asleep.

My mind was so messy that I brought my phone when I was bored, and it happened that Zeng Weiwei sent a message.

This guy hadn't returned yet, but An Guo missed his sister very much, especially when the six gods had no master.

The two chatted, An Guo didn't directly say anything about Wen Jinhuai tonight, fearing that Weiwei would be excited to call and bomb.

Later, when the phone could not be held firmly, she closed her eyes and fell asleep under the effect of the medicine.

At some point in the early morning, An Guo woke up thirsty.

It is very difficult to breathe through both noses. Relying on the mouth to breathe makes my throat more and more feverish.

Opening her eyes and the bedside lamp was still on, she frowned and slowly got up, her hands and feet trembling, and she was very weak.

Turning to look at the cup on the bedside table, there is no water in it.

It was cold out of the bed.

Coughing and struggling for a while, after all I have to go downstairs to get some plain water to drink, which will help reduce the fever.

The villa is quiet at the moment, the entire two floors have a constant temperature, Anguo has adapted to the temperature of the corridor, and it doesn't feel cold.

She didn't know where the spotlight switch in the corridor was, so she slowly touched the handrail down the spiral staircase.

The kitchen is a separate space to the north of the living room on the first floor.

An Guo went in and turned on the small light. Sister Fang kept the kitchen very clean.

There is water in the pot, but it has already cooled down.

She refilled the water, not sleepy anyway, plugged in.

Soon, the electric kettle rang, from light to heavy, Anguo supported the countertop, put down the cup and waited.

Her head sinks and her hearing is affected by a cold.

When she seemed to hear some noise, she turned to look, but the living room behind her was dark and there was no movement.

She turned back, but the sound came out again.

An Guo's heart beat for a while, and she was a little scared. If there is too much space, staying alone in a house will cause fear.

The sound of the electric kettle became louder and louder, she swallowed her saliva, turned off the electric kettle, turned around and walked to the kitchen door with a light walk, looking out.

Outside the kitchen is the dining room. Behind the hollowed-out wall cabinets is the entire spacious living room. On the first floor is Sister Fang’s room, as well as one guest room and two toilets.

Anguo couldn't find the light switch in the restaurant.

When I walked to the living room, I heard the noise from the north side door.

The side door is not closed, someone came in, right?

She wanted to call Wen Jinhuai not to go upstairs.

It would be better for my son to have a man.