You are my trial marriage honey wife

In the white operating room around, under the bright lights, a delicate face blooms with dazzling brilliance, leaping in front of anruocheng.

He looked at the woman in front of him, slightly lost his mind.

It's still that face, but her tight cheeks, firm facial lines and the unique brilliance from the fundus of her eyes not only dazzle people, but also make people feel very unreal.

Especially those eyes that are confident, conceited and even arrogant give people a strange and extreme feeling.

An Ruocheng shook his mind, completely ignoring the pain in his chest, frowned and looked at the woman in front of him without blinking.

She was wearing a green surgical suit, wearing rubber gloves, holding an unknown instrument in her hand, lowered her head and didn't know what she was doing.

She looks like a doctor, but her whole body exudes an extremely cool atmosphere, which makes people feel that she is not like treating a patient and saving people, but like a murderer.

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She is definitely not his little wife, Gu still!

Ann Ruocheng's eyebrows tightened even more.

Once I had this understanding in my heart, I thought that the layers of joy that Gu had still returned were replaced by disappointment, followed by the piercing pain at the wound.

The pain made him send out a dull hum involuntarily: "mmm..."

A dull hum finally attracted the attention of the woman buried in her work.

She suddenly looked up and swept over.

What kind of eyes are they?

Calm almost cold, cold to make people cold, but after cold, she couldn't move her eyes. She was completely attracted by her self-confidence and even conceit.

This is a very special woman, so special that people can't forget it after only looking at it.

But even so, she was not the person he wanted to see at all.

"Cough, cough!" An Ruocheng coughed twice in disappointment and didn't want to pull the wound.

The newly sewn wound split instantly, and the bright red blood gushed out.

"President, you are awake! Don't get excited. You were shot in the upper right chest and almost hurt your heart. Fortunately, your wife operated on you in time. Don't get excited, don't get excited! "

Ouyang Shen, who was wearing a surgical suit as an assistant, said with a happy and eager face.

It's great that the president can wake up so soon!

His admiration for the president's wife has risen to an infinite height, completely convinced by her superb surgical skills.

Even suturing the wound was perfect for her, just like a delicate work of art.

But if she didn't tie that bow, he might worship her more.

Although an Ruocheng listened to Ouyang Shen's words, he stared at the woman in front of him without blinking.

And she was looking down at him.

An Ruocheng looked at the woman in front of her eyes. She couldn't help thinking of the scene she saw before she was unconscious and what she said: overestimate.

It wasn't his mistake. It was the woman who knocked out the men and robbed the gun

"Cough!" Ann Ruocheng looked at her in disbelief, as if she had been hit hard in the heart, out of breath.

He could not imagine that his little wife would show such a strong and tyrannical side.

"President, don't get excited!" Ouyang Shen comforted and looked back at Gu still. "Madam, can you remove that bow, which will affect the recovery of the wound... Er..."

Before he finished his words, he was startled to open his mouth by the sudden action of the woman beside the operating table.

Although he didn't see very clearly, he probably did.

She even threw the scalpel in her hand gently and stabbed it on an Ruocheng's calf.

"If you say one more nonsense, the knife will not just stick in his leg."“ Gu still said coldly.

Ouyang Shen was so surprised that he opened his eyes, closed his mouth and swallowed the scream he wanted to make back to his stomach.

He looked at the woman in front of him as if he were looking at the devil.

Shock, panic and all kinds of expressions are not enough to describe his mood at the moment.

He lowered his head slightly and looked at an Ruocheng. His eyes were full of sympathy and intolerance.

The president of his family was just fine, but at the moment, his eyebrows have been screwed up with pain.

But even so, he stubbornly didn't hum.

"President..." Ouyang Shen was shocked and worried.

He didn't know why the president's wife suddenly became so cruel that she hurt people if she didn't say a word. The person who hurt was still the president.

Did they quarrel? But even if it's a quarrel, it won't make such a big change in one person's attitude towards another.

An Ruocheng turned a deaf ear to Ouyang Shen's cry and turned a blind eye to his injured leg. He just stared at the woman in front of him.

Time passed by minute by minute. I don't know how long it took. He finally moved his lips, bit his teeth and asked word by word, "you, who is it?"

In fact, he had the answer in his heart, but he didn't know her name. He wanted to hear her say it himself.

But when she heard his question, she just hooked her lips and smiled coldly. She didn't want to speak at all.

On the contrary, Ouyang Chen looked at him and her, and said inexplicably: "President... She, she is my wife." The president was just shot. Why does it seem that he has lost his memory and doesn't even remember his wife?

"Get out!" An Ruocheng gave a cold drink and interrupted Ouyang Shen's thoughts.

"President..." Ouyang Shen frowned anxiously, afraid that the president's wife would be bad for the president after he went out.

But when he saw that the president's eyebrows were tight, as if he was suffering a great deal. He couldn't bear to disobey his meaning, so he stopped talking, clenched his palms, and slowly withdrew.

He was frightened and encountered more strange things today than in the past 30 years.

What the hell is going on? Why is today's wife so strange? So is the president. He didn't avoid anything before. How can he get rid of him now?

After Ouyang Shen went out, the simple operating room was completely quiet.

An Ruocheng looked directly at the "Gu still" in front of her, and looked at the expression on her face, from a trace of conjecture and disdain to a trace of impatience behind her.

He spoke again and asked hoarsely, "who the hell are you?"

His voice was very deep and cold, and there was heart piercing pain on his calf, but his heart was not as painful as he thought.

After all, he knew very well that the woman in front of him was not his little wife at all. Even if she was cruel enough to hurt himself, he would not be sad“ Who am I? " The woman looked at him coldly and opened her red lips, "I am the leader of this body."