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

An Ying hid in the lounge and dressed slowly, when suddenly she heard Hao outside and Sister Nightingale talking about herself.

Her curiosity was aroused, and she tiptoed to the door of the lounge, eavesdropping quietly.

"Nangong Yi? It's him again!" Tian Junhao said coldly.

This person has repeatedly made things difficult for him, and now he still dares to steal information about An Ying.

His eyes were deep, and his anger was aroused in an instant. [

An Ying is his only treasure, if some blind people dare to spy on him, then don't blame him for being cruel.

"Boss, do you want to..." Nightingale said in a deep voice.

However, Tian Junhao suddenly made a stop gesture to her, and Nightingale looked at the boss in puzzlement.

I saw Tian Junhao stood up, walked quietly to the lounge.

An Ying pressed her ear, hey, why didn't you speak?

While she was wondering, she suddenly screamed, and a man who was eavesdropping picked her up.

"Woooo, you scared me to death." She covered her face, her heart beating violently.

Still in shock, he glared at Tian Junhao: "Big villain, you scared me to death!"

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, be good, it's me, baby!" Tian Junhao frowned, he didn't expect her reaction to be so strong.

He just didn't want An Ying to hear anything about Nangong Yi, he didn't expect that it would really scare her.

Immediately, he patted her on the back in distress, signaling Nightingale to go out first, and talk about things later.

He hugged An Ying, who was still flushed, and continued to bury her on the sofa, coaxing her repeatedly: "I'm still scared, did you do something wrong behind my back, that's why you're so trembling, uh?"

Tian Junhao teased her amusedly, the corners of his lips smiled charmingly, and almost instantly attracted all of An Ying's attention.

An Ying lowered her head and didn't look at him. In fact, she really did something wrong and didn't tell Hao. That was the solution to creating a human being.

I was about to say something just now, but was interrupted by Sister Nightingale's knock on the door.

An Ying bit her finger, thinking about whether to continue the previous topic.

"Baby, are you still a three-year-old child? You haven't got rid of the bad habit of biting your fingers yet. If you want to bite, you can bite my fingers. It's best to have a lick, that will be very cute."