A Good Girl and Her Protective Billionaire Husband

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The office compound is located in a very ordinary community in City A. It has been renovated in recent years and the original old buildings have been transformed into small three-story Chinese-style buildings.

Jian Zhangke stopped the car, smoked a cigarette and carried his suit jacket, and walked in casually.

Only when the door was opened, a purple jade pen holder in the middle of the hall swooped toward the middle of the forehead, accompanied by grandma's dull exclamation, telling grandson to hide.

Jian Zhang Ke did not raise his eyebrows, turned his head slightly, and the pen holder fell to pieces and broke.

When the long legs stopped, he looked up, and the old man shouted loudly and screamed: "Do you still know to get back to this house? Bastard stuff, as soon as he returned to the country, he was embarrassed by the old Jane's family. How old is it? I broke into the police station at home. I, Jane Mutian, have a species like you? I don’t know what to do when I’m hiding in Switzerland. Furious..."

"Mu Tian, ​​you calm down."

"Xiao Yun, stand at attention for me too! See what you gave birth to!"

Kan Zhang Ke swept to his mother with a gentle and helpless face, and stood at attention.

Looking at the toothless grandma on the sofa again, the grandson's solemn face, the thin lips hooked.

The old man grinned immediately, showing a toothless, kind and lovely look.

"mother!"

"Oh, Mu Tian, ​​you are enough." The old man stood up with a cane, "I hope to come back anyway, don't be scolded by you again, just shut me up!"

Jian Mutian smoked from both nostrils, stood up, dressed in an old military uniform, with one hand attached to his back, scratching his head and yelling: "How a kind mother is!"

"Then I defeated you?" Lafayette said coldly.

"..." Jian Mutian stared angrily, three to one, no victory, and pointed at the younger son with a cold face: "You give me a long heart, you don't need to be a good person, learn from your big brother!"

When Jian Zhang Ke listened to those two words, his thin lips were pursed, and the grandma looked at it, and the smile on his grandson's face disappeared.

I sighed in my heart, everything is good at home, just the relationship between the two boys...

As soon as the tiger went upstairs, Xiao Yun immediately came over to take his son's suit and grabbed his son's so strong arm that he couldn't get in. "Have you eaten? Look at the wound on this face. Did the girl teach you a lesson?"

Jian Zhang Ke was silent, with a calm and serious face, and sat on the sofa with grandma.

"Ouch, my grandson, give grandma a hug!"

The unsmiling facial features rarely showed gentleness. The old man who bent down his tall body and wrapped his arms around him, leaned down and sat down, "The last tooth was lost?"

Grandma slapped her hand over, "Bunny boy! Make fun of me. Xiao Yun, quickly make your son that flower tea, the one he likes to drink."

"Mom, don't worry, me,"

Xiao Yun pulled his face, "I have to rest at home tonight. I'm not allowed to leave like this."

Kan Zhang Ke nodded.

Mother entered the kitchen, and grandma held his hand. The eighty-year-old man’s finger joints were shrunk, and he clenched his big hand tightly. After talking for a few words, the grandma’s eyes rolled around like a treasure: "Boy. , Grandma tells you something."

That little thought is not enough for him to look at, and I can miss this when I go home.

He was stern, helpless, "you said."

Grandma retracted her hand, while watching him, she smiled and drew it into the pocket of the cotton-padded jacket for a long time, "Look at this girl, from the military corps. Didn't your dad retired at the beginning of the year? Now I'm taking care of the idle job, this girl's. Dad is the next member of your father, knowing the roots and knowing the bottom, Zhang Ke, you are not young..." Aesthetic Novel www.weim.cc

Jian Zhang Ke has a headache.

"Don't let this expression! You show it first. If you don't see how you know if the call is coming or not, what you young people say, your eyes!" Grandma shoved over, frowning, "Oh, why did you wrinkle me," It must be wrinkled while sitting. Grandma will show it. Wait a minute."

In the man's eyes, the old man's cute look makes his eyes soft, but deep in his heart there is a wave of weakness and fatigue.

"Grandma, I don't like the delicate flowers of the Civil Corps. They are too big and have no time, and dancing is ugly to death. It's not right. Don't be busy."

"Hey, why is it wrong? Then who can meet your eyes, tell grandma?" The old man was anxious, clutching his grandson who was about to get up, and clenched tightly: "Zhang Ke, tell grandma the truth, are you still worried... …"

Grandma raised her head and slammed into the two suddenly quiet gazes, cold and shut herself.

When Xiao Yuncha came, he could not hear it, and he winked at the old man, but the old man silenced.

Jian Zhangke's face was the same, and he patted his grandma on the shoulder, "You don't need to look at the girl, I don't have that American time. Grandma, don't worry about my business, will my great-grand brother give birth to you?"

As if mocking but not mocking, his eyes were cold and cold, "I'm tired, go upstairs to take a bath, Mom, you help grandma back to the room."

In a blink of an eye, the tall and tall figure has already gone upstairs, watching from behind, so cold that people can't get close.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law looked at each other silently, sighing in my heart.

...

Jiang Zilin stayed in the ward all night, and the monitor changed from time to time, which made her uneasy.

For many years, one task after another, to survive in a dangerous situation, she also knows some medical skills, of course, it's all in the skin.

When I don’t understand, my heart is irritable, and the attending doctor is always called over. She can calm down after she has suffered multiple injuries, and she can’t calm down when she puts it on someone close to her. She seems to have cursed the attending doctor. She has a hot temper. Can be more comfortable.

The entire floor was under her heavy air pressure until the next day.

When A Ling woke up, Jiang Zilin sat squinting for a while, talking on the phone by the window.

She had been busy with the task for nearly three months at the end. She got the exact news and knew that the bastard man would attend the wedding of Boss Shen in City A before leaving the team to retreat first.

But there are still some team members who can't handle it and need her to make decisions.

It's annoying, and the tone is not good.

A Ling listened to the crisp and cold Cantonese female voice, "I haven't got the thing yet? Special verification platform, not a simple fingerprint? What shit... OK, you cut off the man's head, took it to the infrared light, and the door opened. Things are destroyed at hand...nothing else?..."

If he just stayed next to Jiangcheng before, Ah Ling would be scared to death. After so many years, he has been used to it.

She turned her head to look over with difficulty. The sunlight by the window was just right, and the curvy girl with a beam of light was shaved. The profile was charming. Xiao'er was a mixed-race darling who could take the route of beauty and sex, but she did it beyond imagination. Occupation.

Xiaoer would laugh in front of her, make trouble, and act like a little girl, saying things like cutting his head, without blinking her eyes, and her expression calm and calm.

Jiang Zilin put her mobile phone in her pocket and looked back, surprised: "Wake up?"

A Ling smiled, Wanwan kept her eyes on.

"See what I do?"

"Zi Lin, you said that when you cut off your head, your face was so cute, she looked like a little hen." She envied her. If she also had Zi Lin's skills, how could she get herself to the point where she is today, sleepy In the cold arms of a man, the desperate seems to have been like this all his life.

"Hold you a damn girl, so energetic as to make fun of me!"

She didn't dare to move her, talking softly, Jiang Zilin held the pale curled up bedside hand and leaned over to press the alarm bell next to the bed.