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

"Stay where you are, I'll find you."

Tian Junhao cursed himself angrily, turned on the computer and checked An Ying's current location.

Only then dragged his body that had not fully recovered, drove his own Bugani Veyron, and went straight away.

He hasn't figured out what to do after meeting her, whether to send her away or take her home.

Bringing her home was another endless torture, did he really want to bring her home? [

Tian Junhao was not sure, he really wanted to let go, and went to see her, but because he was worried about her safety.

A girl is lost on the street, and the only thing she can rely on is him. If she doesn't even care about him, who else can she rely on.

At this moment, Tian Junhao realized that An Ying had been isolated from the world by him since childhood. He was not sure how she would live in the future if he left her.

His mind is full of images of living with An Ying in the past few months.

Her obedience, her mischievousness, her cuteness, her kindness, her pranks, her cheating, all kinds of things, have even surpassed Yiqing's position in his heart, and now his mind is full of this life her.

An Ying was really excited, Hao said, come and find her.

She knew that when she said she was lost and scared, he would not be so cruel to reject her.

She even threw all the change she had left on her body into the trash can before sitting back in the same place,

With some anticipation, some joy, some nervousness, and some trepidation,

Counting the time, counting the pulse, waiting for her precious man to take her home.

She has made up her mind that she must be a good baby in the future, not to make Hao angry, and never to make him sad again.

She had made up her mind, she would never leave Hao again, never leave Hao for the rest of her life, she missed him, missed him crazily.

A black Bugani Veyron parked in a corner of the park without a sound, the door was not opened.

The people in the car watched An Ying's small body curled up there, glanced around from time to time, and couldn't help but shed tears again from the corners of their eyes.

What should he do with her, what else could he do with her?

Did he hold her, kiss her, love her, and hold her tightly in his arms?

Or pretend to be a little colder, a little colder, and completely end this heart-wrenching fate?