A Good Girl and Her Protective Billionaire Husband

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An Guo touched his forehead, exhaled, went to the bathroom and splashed his face, arched into the quilt, lying on his back, lying on his side, prone, and tossing.

In short, the mind buzzes, the body buzzes, the heartbeat buzzes, sleepless.

Has he fallen asleep over a wall?

She was thinking about him, full of his face, handsome appearance in all kinds of expressions, he would lie down when sleeping, and he was used to resting his right arm on the back of his head.

An Guo covered his face with a quilt, closed his eyes and bit his lip, secretly thinking, what is it like to be on the pillow with a flat and firm man's chest exposed.

...She don't want to be too se...

The hour hand passed twelve o'clock, one half past two, one o'clock...

An Guo feels that she can't make it tonight...

After all, he got up, got the phone, rolled under the quilt, blushing, and sent him a letter: Did you sleep with Doctor Wen?

Less than a second, I received a reply: No.

An Guo was buried in the pillow towel, and the corners of her mouth rose unconsciously: Why didn't you sleep, Doctor Wen?

After waiting for a few seconds, the man came back: Is there anything wrong?

Look at this seriousness, you say that you look pretty but don't look pretty, and you don't sleep in the middle of the night, you pretend to be a fork.

She pouted, but squinted her eyes so sweetly, her fingers were moving, and she didn't read any text messages that she edited. She pressed her finger to send it, her gaze swept at this moment, and her tongue bit her tongue secretly!

[Do you want to come here, Doctor Wen?

Peat...Is this peat made by my own pig's feet?

Pop, pop, delete.

She slapped herself under the quilt, and three times!If you can support it, so can I.

Flick the phone!go to bed!

...

Next door, across a wall, the man with a long body leaning against the bed, with his neck down, his eyes dark, a little scorching and anxious, staring at the phone seriously.

When the screen is blank, press it quickly.

When the screen is blank, press it quickly.

Ten minutes passed, twenty minutes passed, half an hour passed...

The thin pale pink lips stretched straighter and frowned deeply.

Dr. Wen wondered why he didn't receive a reply. He checked his mobile phone and turned on the computer to test the network. There was no problem.

He was irritated, pestering, and lowered his eyes to look at the pole that could not be covered by pajama pants. His handsome face was gloomy, and he pondered for a long time. Finally, he let go of his restraint, and his face was red and tortured, repeatedly, Knock, knock, and send a sentence: I can’t find a shirt. Sister Fang may have misplaced it in your room. I will wear it tomorrow. Take it after you and open the door.

Slowly, the text message was sent and sank into the sea.

Next door, the quiet sea, the girl's shallow, sleeping breathing...

Sometimes it's necessary to get the hang of it, but also in time...

...

Anguo slept very well.

On three poles the next day, Sister Fang called her to wake up. When she went to feed the baby, there was no one in the master bedroom, and the man's 1.5-meter single bed was neat and clean.

At half past seven, An Guo carried his son downstairs.

He ran into the man who came in from the side door, dressed in morning dew, white clothes and white trousers with elegant rimless glasses.

"Morning." An Guo greeted him, sleeping in a good mood.

The man raised his eyes and glanced emotionally, very quietly, and went straight to the bathroom.

An Guo stared at the back of his black head, out of concern, "Why dark circles are so heavy, did you sleep last night?"

That person: "..."

The steps are faster, more dreary, and silent.

An Guo thought to herself, quintuplets, she really was tossing him, she wouldn't be thinking about the plan of caesarean section after sleepless night?!Dedication!

After breakfast, she looked for her mobile phone, but when she went back to the room, she couldn't find the mobile phone she threw under the pillow last night. Are you weird?Dan Pain Novel Network www.danteng123.com

This was the first time I encountered this.

Is the phone running on its own feet?

An Guo remembered that he stayed until dawn after falling asleep last night, and never went downstairs.

Time was ticking, and she was almost late for work. She frowned and frowned. She ran out of the guest room and asked downstairs: "Sister Fang, did you see my phone?"

"Phone?" Sister Fang poked her head out, "No, Miss An, I haven't gone in and cleaned up your room yet."

An Guo looked down, "So strange..."

He hurriedly went back to the room to put on his clothes, came out with the bag on his shoulders, unwillingly dig through the bag again, and walked with his head down and hit the tall man who came out of the master bedroom.

An Guo raised his eyes, he was tying his cuffs, his low-key diamond studs dazzled against his white fingertips.

"Doctor Wen, have you seen my phone?"

The man lowered his eyes, without a glance, and walked to the stairs.

"Ask you, Doctor Wen."

"I haven't seen it, I won't take it if I see it." With a temper, he strode downstairs with long legs, two steps.

"..."

I didn't say you took it again...

...

She waited on the roadside outside the villa complex, Bentley slowly pulled out of the underground garage and parked.

If this person gets out of the car, he will gently open the door to her if he is not happy.

"Thank you." An Guo glanced at him, her face sullen.

Stretched all morning.

Those who are dull and well-trained will not speak when they are angry and give birth to their own.

The car drove towards Tairen Hospital.

An Guo held his forehead for a while, annoyed. She bought the mobile phone after returning to China, and the new machine of a certain fruit hurts. There is no very important information inside. She is usually careful and has a backup.

It’s just a hassle to make up the card and buy it again. It seems that some contacts haven’t uploaded the backup terminal...

He looked sideways at the man who focused on frowning and driving.

"Doctor Wen, I don't have a mobile phone. I need to contact the office. Can I borrow one from you?"

The man turned his head and glanced, his fingers left the steering wheel, and he took a cut into the chest pocket inside the suit, and passed two fingers between them.

"thank you very much."

An Guo first called the administrative assistant in the office, and then reported to his immediate boss that he had forgotten to report.

He had to return the phone to him, and the man drove.

She was held in her hand temporarily, neither of them spoke, one drove, the other watched the road.

His phone rang with a ding.

An Guo lowered his head. He didn't set up the fingerprint lock and password lock, and opened the screen directly, "Doctor Wen, you have a text message."

Anguo did not open, but saw the beginning of the icon: "Oh, weather."

It's not personal information. It's okay to open it and read it. It's okay. Read it to him: "From the Weather Bureau, it means that it will snow the day after tomorrow."

The man drove, his expression was still, and ignored.

Anguo curled his lips, wondering what happened to him this morning, were the plants in the flower room not in good condition, and when he came back from the flower room, his face was cold.

The telecommunications interface exited and swiped down. Anguo saw his contact name and opened it reflectively.

Blushing, it was the conversation between myself and him last night, asking him if he was asleep.

The interface moved down, but after An Guo saw that he had sent "Is there something?", at 2 o'clock in the morning for forty-five minutes, he sent her another one: [I can’t find a shirt. Sister Fang may have misplaced your room. , I have to wear it tomorrow, take it by you, you open the door.

An Guo turned his head: "Doctor Wen, did you text me again last night?]

Wen Jin turned his head quickly, glanced at her, and then looked down at the phone in her hand.

An Guo lifted high.