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!The two went to a quiet location by the window on the second floor.

The restaurant is busy.

Anguo took a few glances, first of all, as a Chinese restaurant, a local restaurant, the environment is great.

In the center of the second floor, there is a long independent dining table with a combination of Chinese and Western, pre-dinner desserts, and customers can personally squeeze fruit juice.

Anguo stood, obediently letting the man behind him and the gentleman take off his coat for him, and handed it to the waiter.

He asked her, do you want to make juice?

Anguo shook her head. She was lazy. For three years studying abroad, what she hated most every morning was to squeeze herself a glass of fresh orange juice, but there was no time for hot milk.

Two people are seated.

An Guo pushed him the exquisite recipes, and was too lazy to order them.

Wen Jinhuai asked her what she was afraid of, An Guo raised his eyebrows and said nothing. The expression in his eyes meant, don't you know?

The man nodded, understanding, the nursing woman.

She got up and took the cups of the two people. She could pick up hot drinks at the table and warm her stomach before meals.

After waiting in line for a long time, Anguo ate two small fruit cakes, and didn't understand why a cup of juice took so long.

When she got it, she understood.

There was a problem with the juice box, the water was very small, and I opened a few more. She put the cup underneath and looked at it, the more interesting it became.

Someone behind, approaching, her forehead was hot, she turned her head and squinted her eyes like a short-circuit: "Hey, look, the juicer pee is bifurcated, it may have the front/column/gland/, wait for me to treat.

With that, he slapped his toes against the wall of the box.

It's really good, the urine doesn't split.

"Weiwei, you said that the wilted thing of a man, if you pull it, it will save trouble, and it will help you grow up (second tone), it will never be short!"

She turned her head and smiled triumphantly, but Xuebai Yanyan's smile was in the man's clear and peaceful facial features, and she died for a moment.

"..."

Damn it.

My brain is convulsed, it’s not Zeng Weiwei who came out for dinner today, hello!

Anguo's face was hot red in the sight of the man looking over, "Sorry, that... mine..."

Usually, I usually eat something out with Weiwei out of shape, and the people who study medicine are freaks. I often eat and do anything when I blurt out the medical aspect.

There was nothing strange on this person's face.

The slender arms wrapped in the white shirt passed her clearly, turned off the juicer, and brought out the cup.

When handing it to her, with his eyes down, I couldn't see what was in the black whirlpool.

Just listen to him muttering in a low voice: "Naughty."

Holding his cup of hot drink, he turned around clearly, and returned to his seat with one hand in his pocket.

Angona's ear root, as if there was still the heat that he sprayed when he spoke, with a gentle and clean breath of heat.

Said she was naughty.

Can you not use this kind of inattentive, indifferent and calm high-energy tone that makes women the most unbearable...

Uh... she is dying.

...

An Guo didn't dare to look at him more until the dishes came.

This person drinks hot drinks, takes a sip from time to time, looks at the phone, keeps pressing the keys with his slender fingers, frowning while dealing with hospital affairs, yes.

Three dishes and two cups of soup on the table, plus a large plate covered by a lid, the waiter said that the dishes were all on.

Wen Jinhuai put away the phone and gave a tip.

An Guo watched him take out a disinfectant wipe from his pocket, wiped his hands, and handed her a special one for the hospital.

"..."

She also studied medicine, she...really okay.

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From time to time, small snowflakes float in the sky, dazzled by colorful lights and shadows.

Anguo sullen his head and drink soup.

"Five spoonfuls of soup are the best. Eat vegetables. This is the signature dish in the store. The salt-baked duck with sauce is steamed and tender. It's so biting. You can try it."

"Oh."

An Guo is quite obedient, and in front of him, it becomes inexplicable.

She put down the spoon, but again saw an amazing scene.

This person is holding a knife for dividing duck meat, with long fingers, if so, slowly but not in a hurry, one by one, it is clearly an anatomical technique...

Duck, some small organs...

An Guo is nothing, as a doctor, I am used to it.

It's just that this person...can not devote herself to learning anytime and anywhere, she is not so harsh in cutting steaks that she can cut out the T-bone.

But he didn't think there was anything, it was so elegant and serious...

An Guo buried his head and delivered the duck meat piece by piece to her bowl. She tasted it really good, mainly because men cut it for her.

He looked up again at the man who dissected a duck like a neat marathon in a textbook, and when his heart was finished, he was just like this kind of silly doctor nerd.

A meal is harmonious and gentle.

An Guo didn't expect that he could also chat. He didn't talk much, but when it came to professionalism, the two of them couldn't finish talking.

Sometimes arguing, mostly because of the poor record of Anguo's knowledge.

Nothing compares to him, you ask this person what department of internal medicine and surgery, everyone can answer them likewise.All-rounder.

Speaking of health preservation.

Through a meal, An Guo felt that he was fairly picky about food.

This person smiled rarely, and Anguo's eyes flashed with his thin pale pink lips.

How can a man give his lips a particularly masculine fortitude like a blade, and the evil pale pink color? Isn't this attractive?

Her mind was not clean for a while, and she remembered the two thin lips lingering on her body last night, sometimes like strong wind, sometimes like feathers, breathing out a bewildering breath with her breath, tossing and turning...

The atmosphere changed quietly as Ango stared at his lips.

The man was talking about abdominal organ transplantation, his light eyes were clear, he noticed, and slowly stopped speaking.

The laughter and laughter around have nothing to do with them.

The eyes of the two were facing each other, and the night was swaying in each other's eyes, rippling, and quiet, and he did not make a sound.

Ango turned his head sharply.

The man got up, took out the card in his wallet, "I'm going to check out."

"...Oh." An Guo lowered his head and packed up the bags that were not easy to pack.

Follow him, go downstairs and out of the hotel.

The car stopped in a corner of a quiet square.

The two walked slowly, one behind the other, one after another.

He stopped in front of the car door, put his arm in his coat, and looked back at her.

An Guo bowed his head.

He opened the car door and sat in, without starting the engine, looking at her through the car glass.

Anguo tightened the straps of his bag, his face was full of men's sights, I don't know what it meant, a few tastes, if there was something like nothing, it stirred a warm current in his body.

Silently, she moved away and pulled the front door to turn into the rear door. Her face was so red, but invisible in the dark night, she sat in the back seat.

The man in front sat for a while, closed his eyes, tacitly, opened the door and got out of the car, and opened the back seat door.

In the space, the breath of the two of them melted, one pounced on them, and the other warmly caught them.

They kissed each other hard for a moment.

An Guo climbed onto this man, he was gentle, silent, An Guo was a shameless person, with red lips, untied his belt, his eardrum buzzed with shame, secretly looked at him, he closed Looking at the eyes, the eyebrows were slightly frowned, the long eyelashes fluttered in the eye sockets, she let her look so weak and weak, twelve points gentle and juicy, An Guo pressed against the high bridge of his nose, saying you don't Hook/Person can't do it, Wen Jinghuai, Wen Jinghuai...

It is inevitable that there is no one else to toss.

They are all of Jiu Kuang, one thirty-four, one twenty-seven, and they are all well-acquainted, and they are sober and warm when they don't come to the campus.