Contracted Husband: Doting on His Wife to the Bone

Chapter 78
Feng Ranran got out of the car and was helped to stand in the corner. Because there was still a wound on her leg, she focused on one foot. She leaned against the wall and quietly waited for An Haoran to come from behind. Move her things out of the box.

An Haoran is still wearing typical business attire, a suit and trousers. Because he was moving things, he rolled up the cuffs of his suit shirt, revealing his somewhat fair wrists, but judging from his movements of moving things, it was not a waste of time. On the contrary, it is very powerful.

On the white wrist, you can still see the bulging muscles when exerting force.

Because it was the morning, everyone might have gone to work, so the underground parking garage was deserted, with no one around. Feng Ranran just watched An Haoran carry the car back and forth, and finally parked the car in the garage before looking for her.

"Okay, there's only one left. Mr. An, how are you going to move me?"

Feng Ranran blinked and joked, which looked very vivid on her bright face.

An Haoran didn't say anything, and told Feng Ranran with his actual actions. He directly picked up the person from the ground, and carried the person to the elevator effortlessly in the form of a princess hug.

Seeing that the elevator door was about to close, Feng Ranran quickly stretched out her hand: "Things, the things haven't been brought up yet."

But it was obvious that her hand could not close as fast as the elevator door.

"I'll come down and move it later."

When the elevator door closed, An Haoran spoke, but Feng Ranran still felt it was a little inappropriate: "What if I lose it later."

"will not."

The elevator arrived soon. An Haoran put her down, opened the door, and carefully put her on the sofa. He put her down very gently. Before going downstairs to get something, he poured her a glass of water and took her The tablet she usually likes to play with and even the TV remote control were placed in front of her.

Not long after Feng Ranran played with the tablet, An Haoran brought everything back.

When he brought it back, there was still sweat on his forehead. It was completely different from his usual gentle and elegant appearance, but it made people's eyes brighter.

"Why are you sweating so much?" Feng Ranran muttered quietly, but she didn't know that her face was as red as an apple, which completely betrayed her mood at the moment.

An Haoran obviously didn't hear her voice clearly and raised his head: "What?"

"It's nothing." Feng Ranran saw that An Haoran's face was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and his whole body was filled with a sense of strength.

"Are you thirsty?" She couldn't help but swallowed her saliva. She had nothing to say, and when she wanted to get up to give someone some water, she realized that she was now semi-disabled and couldn't get off the ground at all.

She watched An Haoran carry her luggage up to the second floor easily, seemingly effortlessly, just like when he just picked her up, as if she weighed nothing, and her heart skipped a beat.

Although she is not fat, she still weighs about a hundred pounds.

An Haoran looked gentle and polite, but he didn't expect...

She was timid, wanting to look but not daring to look, but her eyes were still staring at the man's back honestly. The man was very tall, his back was very slender, and he looked a little thin.

Viewed from the front, he wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and looks as fair and fair as a pretty boy.

Perhaps her gaze was too hot. An Haoran turned around and looked down from the second floor. He seemed very unhappy and frowned.

Feng Ranran's eyes immediately became honest, and she still felt a little guilty. In addition, there was a look of disapproval lingering in her heart, which made her a little sad.

She just looked at him a few more times, why wasn't she happy?

Thinking that the man was originally the proud son of heaven and she was just a girl from the slums, a feeling of inferiority came up unconsciously.

She had always known that he and she were from two different worlds, and she had never expected An Haoran to respond to her. When An Haoran really responded to her, her reason was completely abandoned by her and she was with him. It was the bravest thing she had ever done.

She didn't know how long she thought about it, but suddenly there was a different feeling on the top of her head.

Feng Ranran looked up and saw An Haoran's face was still unhappy. She couldn't help but feel aggrieved, and then threw the hand on her head away as if she was angry.

But before she could attack, An Haoran attacked first.

"Why are you up again?" There was some pity in An Haoran's disapproving tone that he was not even aware of.

He knelt down and held Feng Ranran's calf.

Feng Ranran was startled and quickly tried to take her legs back, but was grabbed by An Haoran.

Feng Ranran couldn't compete with him. With a blush on her face, she didn't know whether she was angry or ashamed, and asked: "What are you doing?"

"Take off your shoes." As he said this, he took off the shoes that Feng Ranran had not had time to take off before, and both feet were taken off.

Feng Ranran's face turned redder.

No one had ever done this to her, and thinking about the smell on her feet, now that An Haoran was so close to her feet, she was even more like an ant on a hot pot. She couldn't sit still and quickly put her feet back.

"You, just say it, why do it yourself?"

She carefully observed An Haoran's face and tried her best to hide her stripped bare feet behind her back.

"You, stay away."

An Haoran stood up and sat next to her, obviously not taking her serious warning to heart.

Seeing the handsome face getting closer and closer, Feng Ranran could only keep moving back, but at some point a pair of solid and powerful wrists appeared on her waist to fix her waist.

He pulled gently, and Feng Ranran was forced to come forward, and her whole body fell into his arms.

The faint smell of shower gel emanated from his body, with a little warmth, fermenting on the tip of her nose.

Feng Ranran struggled to get up, but because she couldn't use the strength in her legs, the movements of her hands changed. She didn't know whether she was pushing back or stroking the body underneath her.

She raised her head and looked at An Haoran with an obviously darker look.

Perhaps the instinctive radar of small animals when encountering danger worked, and Feng Ranran quickly pushed the person away.

This time, the force was too much, and he directly pushed the person down.

"Are you OK?"

She moved forward, trying to help him up, but unexpectedly, the man took the opportunity to pull her into his arms, and he fell down on the sofa together with her.

It would have been difficult for two people to lie on the small sofa, but at this moment, the two of them were stacked on top of each other like a stack of Arhats.

Feng Ranran could even hear the man's strong heartbeat.

"So you like this kind of thing." The man chuckled in her ear.

Feng Ranran's whole body suddenly turned red like a cooked shrimp, and the exposed skin was red. She was so embarrassed: "You, what are you talking nonsense about?"

I don’t know what class An Haoran has been taking these days, and why he suddenly became so...

Seeing that she was extremely embarrassed, An Haoran finally did nothing else and just helped her up, then picked her up and walked to the second floor.

Feng Ranran didn't respond for a moment and quickly hugged An Haoran's neck.

"Where are you taking me?"

The second floor is where the bedroom is. Don't think she didn't see it just now. The man just moved her luggage into his own room.

Thinking of this, Feng Ranran couldn't help but feel her face getting hot again.

(End of this chapter)