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's immediate reaction was that his heart rolled, his Adam's apple moved secretly, so suddenly.

How long is he obsessed with?

The seconds on the watch ticked, Jian Zhang Ke was awakened, and he frowned before thinking, why the hell could she be here?

Her goal?-Actually also the little boss.

Jian Zhangke observed the woman's slightly cold side face, her chin was sharpened and she lifted it high, her lips pressed tightly, earnestly.

Tick-

The second hand reaches 12, saying that the time is too late and that time is fast. The woman's body is like a full bow and her legs are stepping on the shelf. Jian Zhangke sees her exerting force.

He struggled in his mind, he wanted to live, but she wanted the man's life, the man bit his cheek tightly, narrowed his dark pupils, aimed at the woman's skirt floating out of the air, just shot it down.

There was a gunshot, and the hall naturally fell into a panic. Jian Zhangke drew his eyebrows and drew a wink at the opposite subordinates. He hurried to chase the little boss, coldly, and pierced his shoulders suddenly.

He didn't feel any pain for a while, his biceps were tight as a string, and his facial features looked up as he reacted.

The woman on the opposite shelf didn't move, she was aiming at him, and her eyes met for a while. Jian Zhangke saw that there was no superfluous expression on her face. Only the professional agent was cold and fierce, as if she was saying, blocking the way. Who died!

The telescope was pointed at him for a moment, and she slowly threw out all the bullets and the rifle was invalidated. She lightly picked up the aqua-blue dazzling skirt and turned around like a phantom.

Disappeared without a trace.

Jian Zhang Ke clutched his arms and chased, unable to call her name, but at this moment, he felt like a thousand emotions were coming up. Suddenly he wanted to stop her and explain to her, and talk to her, no matter what it didn't help, he wanted to watch again. She glanced.

Running to the door without breathing, the sea of ​​people was full of panic, and there was no shadow of that woman.

The blood on his arm was pouring, and the subordinate came over, lowered his head and said that he had lost the little boss.

He was absent and nodded faintly. At this moment, he couldn't worry about other things. He got on the car, and Han Suling called over to the intelligence and said where the boss is going. Now he might still have a chance to pursue him.

He sat in the back seat, staring at the gun wound in silence for a blink, and didn't know what was wrong, and ordered Chu Qin to find the woman's place immediately.

I quickly inquired in secret.

Jian Zhangke did not deal with the gunshot wound, and immediately rushed to the small hotel run by the Jeep villagers, but did not find her.

Twenty-one days later, the subordinate was finally rescued.

In the brief, Ke Ma flew non-stop from Switzerland to Hong Kong, thinking that the woman's mission should also be completed. Isn't the little boss dead?

In Hong Kong, he never went to the Jiang family residence.

The current situation is different. The old man in the family knew that he was in Hong Kong and called to tell him that Jiang Cheng had already warned him in an all-round way, but anyone whose surname was Jane should stay away.

It is clear that one is the family that dominates Hong Kong, and the other is a family of powerful generals in City A. They are already separated. You should pay special attention to each and every one of them. The sensitiveness of this is that Jian Zhangke can understand without his own old man.

He was annoyed and coldly thought that Jiang Cheng wouldn't talk like that if it wasn't for the hard-hearted woman.

The pride in her bones didn't allow him to look for her anymore, and she thought that after so many days, she made up her mind to stay out of touch with him, and she should clean up her mind and forget him.

So fierce, like ice like fire, she can drown you when she is strong, and kill you when she is cold, she is a woman with a personality that can be easily retracted.

Furthermore, he asked himself, what do you want to see her?Besides explaining, what else do you want to say?163TXT www.txt163.com

Can't forget Han Suling, can't forget the past, what can you give this woman?One bastard is enough. From then on, the two will not look at each other, and neither will delay.

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Only when I returned to City A, I heard the woman's name from the pacifier at every turn. The small second floor of the government compound did not have the same chatter and laughter as last year.

It just couldn't help him.

From time to time, I think of the person, laughter, the way he was acting like a baby, the way he coaxed grandma to be happy, and the way his fingers secretly washed his shirt without touching the sun...

What was annoying and annoying in the past, now I think about it, it looks cute.

Jian Zhangke fell into this kind of extreme depression and self-contempt. The stupid wood boils down to, this is probably the same as the mood of raising a pet and then losing the pet, right?

It will be fine after a while.

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And Han Suling met in mid-March after the new year.

He returned home alone at the beginning of the year, and the situation in Switzerland subsided temporarily, so he never contacted the BU department.

On the day Han Suling found him, he was beating his grandma on the back.

The second floor of the small home was silent, as if the woman had gone, and she also took away the happiness and laughter. The crosstalk was played on the TV in the hall, the people on the TV laughed, and the hall was lifeless.

The old man still refused to pay attention to him, and refused to forgive him for bullying his prospective grandson-in-law away.

Ask if you catch him, where is Zilin?

I don't know if it is really confused or mad at him, Jian Zhang Ke shut up and pursed his lips, dealing with him in silence.

He couldn't get out, smoking a cigarette and thinking for an hour.

Later I went. In the coffee shop, the woman sat opposite him. She should have grown up in seven years. She wears a serious professional outfit. She has the temperament of that position in that position, but she still smiles when facing him. Eight years ago, there was a cluster of gentle little girls.

The brief chapter Ke seemed to be awkward, the man's upright body was hidden in the coat, leaning on the back of the chair, just smoking.

She said a lot, and he didn't hear a word in his ears, but the last sentence was really heard. She raised her eyebrows and gave birth to a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling. She looked at him seriously and smiled like a joke. , "Zhang Ke, I have been to City A for three days. In these three days, I have to ask clearly, you are still unmarried, did you have a marriage contract with a lady last year?"

He looked up with a chill on his face.

Han Suling stared at the man's slender fingers holding the cigarette. He looked up at him, and still smiled softly: "For so many years, do you want to make a knot or... still remember the promise of the year?"

Jian Zhangke took a mouthful of cigarettes, did not glance at her, squeezed out the cigarette butts and stood up, bought the bill and walked out. He drove at a constant speed all the way in the car.

But he didn't go home, he went to his old apartment.

When he closed the door and leaned against the door panel, the man's body seemed to be venting, his head straightened and his eyes closed.

The heart beats calmly, and the faint tingling sensation is really long-lost. He went to the study and opened the only locked drawer with a yellowed photo inside.

He lighted the lighter and burned it, burned half of it and rescued it, and finally threw the afterimage to the side. His heart was irritating, and he couldn't help but think of something happy. What did he think?

In my mind, what I was thinking about was the ugly appearance of the woman who could not drive away and haunt him so that her husband was not ashamed or impatient.

He murmured, and he laughed.