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 man closed his eyes, his eyebrows furrowed, his facial features were too fair, and his skin stained red was particularly obvious.

Press the palm of her hand hard on her waist.

An Guo turned around in his arms, leaning his back against the edge of the table, and he leaned down greatly, his five slender fingers, which were like green onions, strongly fished her back waist.

The scene seemed to be out of control.

Both of them understand that it is not a good time and a good place.

In the villa home, the son is asleep next door, and Sister Fang is downstairs, neither married nor married.

To be honest, two people respected each other this month, one worked on the board of directors of Tairen, and the other had surgery in Des Voeux. The time and occasions for holding hands were very few.

After being in the car for a while, inexplicably, the two got along afterwards, and there was a deep awkwardness and distance.

I always feel that it's too close.

Spent a month like this.

Anguo's eyelashes trembled, and finally raised his hand to hold his shirt sleeve, "No..."

He knows naturally.

He closed his eyes and gasped, with thin lips reluctantly, turning around the corners of her lips, but the body slowly left her.

Neither of them spoke.

Wen Jinhuai turned around, put both hands in his pockets, and stood straight toward the French windows.

Anguo lowered his head, his cheeks flushed and he arranged his clothes.

The voice of Sister Fang walking up and down downstairs was very clear.

An Guo caressed the hem of her clothes, raised her hand to hang the hair around her ear, and hurriedly glanced at the man's back, trimmed the ends of her hair and white back of the neck: "Then I..."

"Yep."

Wen Jinhuai faced the glass window, closed his eyes, and soon heard the sound of gently closing the door.

The air is smelly, full of the fragrance of a woman's body.

There was a dark water mark on the back of the navy blue shirt. He sweated a lot, and the two blue veins on his forehead became darker in color, which was caused by depression.

He had to frown and light another cigarette, his eyes darkened, and he smoked slightly irritably.

...

Coming down to the first floor, Sister Fang might have heard her in the room and stopped her.

An Guo was startled, touched the corner of her mouth, put down her fingers, and turned around.

"Miss Ann, Master said the coffee is good?"

"Oh, he said it was okay."

Sister Fang smiled, "Master's mouth is not sweet at all, so sad, how can you make girls happy?" Kuwenxs.com www.kuwenxs.com

The old man was nagging, but fortunately he didn't come out, An Guo took the opportunity to grab the phone on the coffee table and slipped to the bathroom.

In the mirror, the woman's eyes were still full of mist, but her lips were blushing, and the corner of her mouth was slightly swollen.

An Guo leaned against the wall, raised her head and closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.

Sister Fang should be going to bed soon, but it's always bad to be seen in the living room like this.

An Guo lowered his head and turned on the phone screen, thinking about going out later.

Zeng Weiwei's call came.

She answered, and there was a bombardment: "Why do people disappear while chatting? I won't reply to WeChat. I'm waiting online, you haven't answered me yet!"

An Guo raised his hand to support his forehead, slightly exhausted, "What's the problem."

...

Sister Fang should be asleep.

Anguo came out, quenched his thirst with a big cup of cattle in the kitchen, and went upstairs.

Coincidentally, it was a little bit neat. Just as I walked into the hallway, the door of the study opened and the man walked out.

It's a direct hit again.

An Guo first looked up at him, then lowered his head, and walked to the door of his guest room.

Touching the doorknob with his hand, the man walked up, with a long body and a slightly thin shoulder brushing her hair, and he walked to the master bedroom next door.

"Going to bed?" he asked, his voice low.

An Guo gave a gentle benevolence.

The eyes are facing each other, the wall lamps are dim, and the depths of each other's eyes are also full of indescribable faintness, and the shattered water glow from the pupils is shining, like the sparks that are not burning.

For a while, each other's throats became dry again.

The body seems to be heated, and the body temperature is also rising.

One second, one minute, two minutes...

One is not going in, the other is turning sideways, wriggling, wanting to come.

In the master bedroom, there was a cry of the baby.

With a gentle bow, the man's profile was slightly taut, and he frowned and said, "Good night."

Anguo closed her lips, "Good night."

Each was absent-minded and opened the door of each room.

An Guo leaned on the door panel and took another calm, deep breath. Hearing whether the son over there was crying or not, most of them were fake crying and acting like a baby, while the man's voice was so soft and gentle and coaxing.

The baby fell asleep in a while.