The big-name husband has played too much: the poisonous pet, the good girl

Seeing the guns in their hands, An Ying shrank subconsciously into Tian Junhao's arms.

"Don't be afraid, let's go."

Tian Junhao's voice echoed around An Ying, An Ying nodded slightly, and buried her head deeply in her chest.

Why does he feel a little like the underworld, and he feels a little uncomfortable.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something important, and quickly raised his head, looking around, where is the snow lotus? [

Finally, seeing Xuelian curled up on the sofa, she hurriedly looked up at Tian Junhao: "My classmate, she..."

Hearing Xuelian's screams in the house before, An Ying couldn't imagine if she was alright.

Beside him, Lingyin, who was standing upright, seemed to understand the mind of the girl in Tianjun's arms.

He stepped forward and said to Tianjun, "She's fine."

Fortunately, they arrived in time. If they went one step further, the two girls might both—

"Send someone to take her home." Tian Junhao walked out with An Ying in his arms without raising his eyelids.

An Ying finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After she was out of danger, she became hypocritical,

With a shy face, he buried himself in Tian Junhao's chest again, and he didn't raise his head even once when he got in the car.

Tian Junhao came back, and appeared in front of her like a prince charming at the critical moment, saving her from fire and water.

He is Tian Junhao, a man who is too beautiful to describe in words, his benefactor.

However, she really didn't want to be a mistress. If she had chosen a wife back then, would this man really marry her?

Why, he wants to treat himself so well?

The more An Ying thought about it, the more contradictory she became, and she fell asleep lying in his arms in a daze.

Tian Junhao shook his head helplessly, stretched out his hand to take a strand of her slightly messy hair, and touched her forehead lightly, only to find that her forehead was hot.

"An Ying." Tian Junhao called out twice, but there was no response, and his originally let go of his heart suddenly came to his throat again.

"Quick, go to the hospital."

A trace of cold anger flashed between his brows.

How can I have a fever? Is there any other disease? [