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

The corner of the mouth was raised slightly, and continued to rise, as if eating honey. This girl gave him 365 roses. She wanted to tell herself, did she miss him every day?

For a moment, Tian Junhao felt that he enjoyed it very much, and wished he could hug An Ying and kiss him all the way.

But a certain girl has already taken the opportunity to sneak away.

An Ying walked into Xiaoyan's office swaggeringly, and walked in without knocking on the door.

At this moment, Xiaoyan is sleeping soundly with her legs crossed and her face covered with a document. [

The euphemistic name is: Heal the wounded!

He was punched by Tian Junhao a few times, and his muscles and bones were injured, so he needs to rest well.

"Hey, brother Xiaoyan, get up."

An Ying likes to imitate Tian Junhao recently.

At this moment, imitating his Zeng Jin's elegant movements again, he raised his hand and lightly picked Brother Xiaoyan's shoulder.

He has learned well, and he really has a cool temperament that belongs to Tian Junhao, and his movements are impeccably elegant.

"Who, don't bother me!" Xiaoyan shook her hand angrily, and knocked off An Ying's finger that had landed on his shoulder.

An Ying pursed her lips, and directly took off the document covering his head, with a cold look: "Little follower, get up for me and go out to play with me."

"Who!" How dare to disturb his sleep again and again, do you want to live?

Xiaoyan lazily raised her eyes, narrowing her eyes slightly.

At first glance, it turned out to be An Ying, the little ancestor, who immediately jumped up, put on a military posture, and said with a smile on his face: "Haha, it's little sister An Ying, what's the matter, just tell me."

The corner of An Ying's mouth twitched, and she said aggrievedly, "Brother Xiaoyan, you hit me again, I'll tell Hao to go!"

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"Little ancestor, I... hey, hey, hey, if there's anything you need, just tell me, and I promise to do it for you. If this works, I beg you."

Xiaoyan made fists with both hands, and bowed deeply to An Ying, cursing herself for being so unlucky.

Does he have a disagreement with An Ying's little girl? Why does this girl have to find fault with herself every time?

Could it be that he looks so angry that both people and gods are angry, and she must eliminate harm for the people?

An Ying rolled her eyes, said with a puckered mouth, "Okay, little follower, take me out for a drive, I'm about to die of suffocation."