Priceless Cute Wife:President's 33 Days of Love

With a little effort, Wu Jiang helped her up. Subconsciously, he wanted to reach out and pat the dust off her clothes. When he raised his hand, he paused, and his fingers slowly curled up and took it back

Wenxi stared at his hand, without any action. For a long time, he made a hard voice, "you finally... Recognize me?"

It's almost a cry.

But she didn't cry.

Forget how long ago, she was held by him and told him, "with brother Jiang to protect me, I won't shed tears."

At that time, her voice was so relaxed

It's so easy that she doesn't have to worry about anything. The only thing she has to worry about is whether she should marry him or a man who almost raised herself.

In the sun, she looked at him and forgot to brush away the dust.

Then she heard his voice sink to almost indifference and say, "don't come again."

“……”

Wen Xi stares at him, grabs the clothes with both hands.

In addition to "you recognize the wrong person", he said... Don't come again.

It turned out that he would rather be a bodyguard than return to Wen's home.

"Go back. Don't disturb Mr. and Mrs. Li again. "

Wujiang added, low eyes staring at pale to no blood face, turned away.

"Let me see you again!"

A weak but firm voice sounded behind him.

Wujiang stopped. He didn't want to stop, but his action was one step faster than his brain.

This is the terrible habit of raising a girl for ten years.

As long as she says, his body will always move faster than his brain.

……

"I'll take another look at you and I'll leave. I won't disturb you any more."

Wenxi had already come to him, stood on tiptoe, reached out and took off his sunglasses.

His eyebrows, his eyes, his nose, his lips

They all reappeared in front of her again.

Wujiang's eyes moved slightly in his eyes, hardly showing any trace, as if he was not the one who was scrutinized, indifferent.

Wenxi holds his sunglasses tightly, and there is still his temperature on them.

"You've... Matured a lot." Wen Xi spoke with some difficulty, staring at his face.

"I'm a lot older than you."

Wujiang picks up her words, Wenxi's hand trembles, and he takes away his sunglasses

Put the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose again, and he regained his expressionless face.

Then, as he passed her and passed her by, he left an indifferent word, "I hope you keep your promise."

A gust of wind blowing, Wenxi's long hair disordered, almost no courage to look at him a second time, just voice trembling tunnel, "you don't worry, I won't come to you again."

She won't... Get tangled up.

Like a slow camera, if she doesn't look at it, she can feel that Wujiang is going away from her step by step.

His pace was steady.

Just like when he came here, without any emotion.

"I'm sorry..." Wenxi suddenly opened his mouth again, his voice trembled to no avail. "Since I stepped into the door of Wenjia, what I brought you is always trouble. I'm sorry... "

Sorry, brother Jiang

He shouldn't have adopted her.

Wenxi didn't know if he heard it or not. It was a long time before he heard his voice coming from the wind, "I forgot."

Tears, all of a sudden from her eyes.

Not to say that he still hated her and Wenchi, not to say that he still hated going home, he just said... He forgot.