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

An Ying lowered her eyelids shyly, and after a long time, she raised her eyelids lightly, and said firmly, "Hao, I'm fine, right?"

"Well, it's okay, don't be afraid!"

Tian Junhao had a panoramic view of An Ying's emotions, raised his hand to touch her forehead, the temperature had all returned to normal, and on the face, because of the tossing just now, there was a slight layer of fragrant sweat, which was very thin.

At this moment, I remembered what I wanted to ask her: "How did you get caught? How did you get a fever?"

"Me." An Ying moved her lips slightly before continuing: "When school was over, it rained a little, and later, a car appeared, trying to kidnap Xuelian, the female classmate who was with me. . . . ”[

An Ying did not dare to say that she did not care about her own safety in order to save Xuelian.

Tian Junhao's pretty brows twitched slightly, comforted An Ying in his arms, and pondered for a while.

Whether it was intentional or unintentional, if he touched his precious woman, he would have to pay a heavy price.

"An Ying, miss me?"

Shaking off the doubts in his heart, Tian Junhao moved the realization to An Ying again. It's been ten years since he was seen. Does she miss him?

"I..." An Ying hesitated and couldn't speak, what could she say, did she say she didn't want to?Say you want to escape?

He raised himself for ten years, provided for her with good food and good clothes, and provided for her like a princess. She couldn't be so heartless.

An Ying is not the kind of heartless girl, she knows who her benefactor is, when Tian Junhao picked her up from the side of the road ten years ago, his kindness is destined to be irrepayable to An Ying.

A girl does not have the ability to be self-reliant, so she can only use her body to repay all the kindness?

"Miss me?" Tian Junhao approached step by step, with a little anticipation flashing in his beautiful peach eyes.

He thought about her all the time.

Seeing that An Ying didn't respond, a trace of sadness rose in his heart, did he really not think about it?

He stared at An Ying affectionately, but An Ying only cared about the little deer jumping, and couldn't feel it at all.

The blowing breath made her feel uncomfortable.