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

I don't know if I fell asleep or passed out, and the whole person was stuffed under the quilt.

Tian Junhao waved his hand to signal them all to go out, then he pulled back the quilt and looked at An Ying, his heart ached for a moment.

Her mouth was dry and cracked, and she was pale and lifeless, apparently fainted.

damn it!Tian Junhao cursed, picked her up and rushed out.

Xiaoyan was driving the car, and Xue'er followed. Tian Junhao held her in his arms, his hands were shaking, and his heart was aching. [

"Do you really want to torture me like this?" Tian Junhao roared angrily at her who was unconscious.

Do you have to torture his heart like this?

Always using this trick, using this trick again and again, is to grab his cartilage, isn't it?

His face was so heavy that water could drip, and his flaming eyes showed her anger.

The corners of his eyes were full of anger, and he hugged her arm, trying to hold her tightly, but he was afraid that if he moved roughly, he would hurt her.

Tian Junhao, he is really powerless, what should he do with her?Who can tell him what else he can do with her?

"I'll kill you and then commit suicide. Is this okay? Is this okay? An Ying, you wake up and tell me, is this okay?"

He roared in despair like a trapped animal, with despair sweeping across his brows and eyes.

Why can't he be more promising and cruel?

There's nothing he can do about An Ying!

What happened to her, did she really take sleeping pills and keep sleeping?

"If you dare, try it!"

He hugged her, hugged her carefully, and then roared at Xiaoyan in front:

"Why do you drive so slowly, go faster, go faster!"

"Boss, I'm already at the fastest speed. It's rush hour now, and there's a traffic jam!"

Xiaoyan was startled by Tian Junhao's furious roar, so she quickly called and said:

"Boss, don't worry, I'll call the helicopter, just come, 5 minutes, really, don't worry."

Tian Junhao's whole body exuded an aura of rage, and he hugged the little girl in his arms very distressed: "Baby, you must not be busy, what should I do if you are busy? What do you want me to do?"