Late Marriage: Warm Wife, Let's Get Married

Although Huode's words have a somewhat teasing tone, Tang qianrong knows that he is serious.

He had never heard Howard speak to himself in such a serious tone, even when it was about LRIs.

The center of the eyebrows involuntarily screwed together, and an anger that even he didn't expect suddenly surged up. He just left a cold sentence: "whatever you want."

He stepped out of the bar.

Howard is his good brother, which will never change.

Just

It's really suffocating to hear such words!

What do you mean before you bring it into the wedding hall? He has children with anjinghang. Howard, even if you try hard to catch up, you can't catch up!

An Jingxing... She's already my child's mother!

The bottom of his heart was thinking angrily, but Tang qianrong also knew it. Even if he knew it from the bottom of his heart, it was a secret he couldn't say. This was the biggest chip and the most uncertain risk factor.

If an Jingxing knows this at the most inappropriate time, he is likely to lose her.

So... He can't take risks.

Standing outside the bar, Tang qianrong leaned against his silver Volvo body and calmed his thoughts thoroughly for a while before taking out the car key and getting on the car.

*

When Tang qianrong hurried back to the hospital, an Jingxing was lying on the tea table in the living room and fell asleep. There was a pile of information under her head. Tang qianrong walked into the house with light hands and feet. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but frown.

The cool Mou Guang glanced at the information under her head, and the Mou Guang couldn't help but get a Lin.

Although he knew what Anjing bank had been busy with recently, he didn't want to help her, but he was busy with business recently. He was too busy for himself. He didn't have time to attend to the requirements she didn't mention.

Carefully took out the information under her head. With sharp eyes, he saw a few words written on the corner of the snow-white copy paper, Monica, rape, video... Elizabeth, it's difficult to get out.

Seeing these words, Tang qianrong's eyebrows were twisted.

He remembered the scene that happened in the slum a few days ago. He only knew the general idea of many things that happened at that time. Later, Anjing bank didn't allow him to intervene and didn't say too much, so he didn't continue to ask questions. But now it seems... She seems to be worried about it.

Thinking of the boy named Raphael, he may be able to ask him for more detailed information.

Put the data in his hand back to the original place. Tang qianrong took off his coat, bent down and carefully held an Jingxing's petite body into his arms.

She slept heavily, and his careful movements did not disturb her. It took him nearly half a minute to finish the action of holding her. Seeing her lying in his arms without any warning of being disturbed, Tang qianrong couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

With a light step, he took her into the inner bedroom.

Gently put her on the big bed in the middle of the room. An Jingxing seemed to smell the fragrance of the quilt. He spontaneously rolled into the snow-white down quilt and hit his mouth comfortably.

Looking at this scene, Tang qianrong couldn't help but hook his lips, lowered his head and continued his "work" of taking care of a woman for the first time.

*

The next day, when an Jingxing woke up, he vaguely remembered that at midnight last night, it seemed that someone wiped her face with a hot towel, then took off her clothes, and finally rolled into a warm embrace.

[seeing a girl asking for the group number, baa here: 104909432]