You are my trial marriage honey wife

Gu's voice was still soft, full of grievances and a trace of timid fear.

Ann Ruocheng was nearest. She called another man as soon as she opened her mouth. Her heart sank suddenly.

It's not taste, it's not taste.

Especially when he saw his little wife looking at other men, the trust and dependence in his eyes made him crazy with jealousy.

Su Baobao was also stunned. After hearing Gu's voice, she looked back at the man behind her.

She opened her eyes in shock and looked at Yunchu strangely.

Although the man is very gentle and polite, there is no reason. Gu is still afraid of her best friend. She should show her dependent eyes to the man.

Under an Ruocheng's jealous stare and Su Baobao's shocked visit, Yun Chuzhen looked at Gu still, walked slowly and stood in front of her.

"Yiyi?" He shook his lips and whispered, as if he were confirming something.

"Well, it's me, brother Chu." Gu still saw him come to him. Dou Da's tears had stopped and looked at him with a dependent face.

Yunchu gently breathed out a breath, squatted down slowly, stretched out his hand to the person at the head of the bed, smiled and said softly: "Yiyi, don't be afraid, brother Chu is coming, no one can bully you."

His expression is very soft, and his voice is very soft.

Gu still slowly dissipated the color of fear on his face, looked at his hand, gently moved, raised his hand and put it in his palm.

Although she didn't say anything, her eyes kept staring at Yunchu, as if she wasn't so afraid when she looked at him.

Yunchu slightly bent his mouth, took her hand, stood up slowly and said softly to her, "Yiyi, good, brother Chu, will you take you out of here?"

His usual soft noise seemed to have magic. Even an Ruocheng and Su Baobao were almost confused by him, not to mention relying on him.

"OK." She whispered.

Yunchu looked at her gently and picked her up carefully.

His eyes did not leave for a moment, as if to give her an absolute sense of security, and his expression was soft and perfect.

For Yunchu's touch, Gu still didn't show the same panic as when an Ruocheng or Su Baobao touched her just now, but his face gradually calmed down.

Her eyes stared at Yunchu without blinking. There was no other person in her eyes, as if everything else was air.

An Ruocheng watched his little wife feel no aversion to Yunchu's touch and was picked up by Yunchu. Yunchu was the only one in his heart, and he was completely forgotten by her, like an abandoned person.

His heart was like a knife, and his breath was frozen with pain.

His hands hung on his side tightly clenched into fists, and green veins sprouted on his forehead. In his eyes staring at Yunchu, in addition to jealousy, there was a surge of rage.

Seeing Yunchu holding his little wife turn around and cross him and walk towards the door, he finally couldn't bear it. He suddenly got up and took their way.

"He is my wife." An Ruocheng's voice seemed to break the cold ice and tremble with cold. "Isn't cloud consultant a hobby of taking people's wives?"

His eyes stared at Yunchu with a chill of 120000. His outstretched arms were like copper walls and iron arms. He could feel his muscles trembling through his sleeves.

Yunchu's footsteps stopped and looked up slowly.

Two men, four eyes relative moment, instant sparks.

Not only did Su Baobao feel it, but even Gu, who was curled up in Yunchu's arms, was still more frightened and hugged Yunchu's neck more closely.

Her behavior seemed to be a subconscious reaction.

But it was her subconscious reaction that made Ann Ruocheng more angry.

He doesn't understand that he is her husband. Why does she have to be so close to and dependent on other men in front of him?

His arm, which reached out to stop them, shook up and down, as if he were extremely angry, his fist clenched tightly, and the whole face was shrouded in haze.

Gu still just raised his eyes and took a look. He was frightened by his sinister appearance and couldn't help shrinking into Yunchu's arms.

Ann Ruocheng was so angry that he almost spit out an old blood.

What the hell is going on now?

Was he completely abandoned?

And he was abandoned, can't play back, otherwise he will scare his little wife?

Ann Ruocheng is not well. That feeling is like being filled with a small flame of anger, but can't vent.

Yunchu felt the change of the man in his arms and frowned and glanced at an Ruocheng.

"If Mr. an is really nervous, please don't scare her again." Although Yunchu's voice was a little cool, it was still soft and gentle, as if he was afraid to scare the people in his arms all the time.

An Ruocheng's body was stiff. He thought he didn't do as well as Yunchu in this assurance.

But any normal man who sees his wife's dependence on other men and rejection of himself will be like him.

He took a deep breath and thought of Yunchu's words. He couldn't help but put away his cold and took his hand back.

He retracted his arm very slowly, as if it had taken great strength to do it.

His eyes showed a trace of injury and stared straight at the woman in Yunchu's arms.

He didn't know how to describe his mood at the moment. That feeling was worse than killing him.

The room became so quiet that there was no sound.

Curled up in Yunchu's arms, Gu still slowly raised his eyes again and looked over.

At a glance, she saw an Ruocheng with injured eyes. She was slightly stunned and frowned gently.

It seems that she can't bear it, but she is still afraid of him after all. She forces herself to look away, tighten Yunchu's neck, and whispers, "brother Chu, I want to go home."

By going home, she naturally refers to going back to her parents' home.

Yunchu knew it clearly, looked down at her and said softly, "OK. Brother Chu will take you home. "

He said, holding her, gently lifting his feet and slowly walking out.

Ann Ruocheng stood still. I don't know how much strength it took to control herself and didn't let herself catch up.

He stared straight at the two leaving figures with his eyes. His tightly clenched fist slammed hard and hit the wall on his side.

"Ah --"

He roared loudly.

I want to vent the anger I haven't received since I was a child.

But even so, his heart was as uncomfortable as a ball. Just as he kept panting, a low voice suddenly came from behind: "Mr. an, don't you find anything different?"