Sweet Wife, be Good!

He Ning closed his eyes tightly and pretended to sleep, feeling his gaze toward him, but the blinking eyelashes betrayed her.

"Listen to Qin Zheng, you didn't take medicine?" His voice came, mellow and powerful, domineering and gentle.

He Ning couldn't hide away when he saw through and pretended to sleep.

"Where's my clothes?" Perhaps at this moment, only finding the clothes first is the most correct way.

Otherwise, all the momentum and anger will have no place to stay.

"It's my clothes." He corrected in a nice and indifferent voice, "It has been sent for cleaning."

His words made Hening's face even redder, and she had been wearing his shirt since the incident that night.

This was also proved from the side. The man that night was the one standing in front of her now.

Only his upright figure can close the powerful arms in the memory of that night; his thin lips can close the soft and moving lips in the impression...

A set of clothes flew towards her, awakening He Ning's reverie.

He threw it over.

"He Ning, what are you thinking about?" He Ning knocked on his head.

He stepped away from his slender and powerful legs, walked to the sofa, and sat down confidently, lowering his narrow eyes.

He Ning blushed, wrapped herself in a quilt, and rushed into the bathroom to put on clothes.

After a general inspection, there was nothing added, and no other discomfort except for the unfading hickey left that night.

It seems that she blamed him this time.

She got dressed in twos or twos.

Her own clothes, which were left in the hotel room before, have now been cleaned and refurbished.

After sorting it out, she walked to him, pursed her red lips, and then said: "Hello, I left a transfer book in your room. Where did you put it?"

"Useless things, I have thrown a shredder." He didn't look up, looking down from Hening's angle, only his long eyelashes could be seen, covering the top of his eyes.

The nonchalant tone seemed to take everything to heart.

"Are you sure?" He Ning asked.

He raised his eyelashes, and his phoenix eyes were full of inquiry: "Otherwise?"

He Ning lost his temper when his gaze was slanted, and his gaze was magical, which made her believe even if she didn't believe it.

At this glance, she could see her breathlessly, not even daring to let out the atmosphere.

There is such a handsome and beautiful man in the world. He Ning lowered his head in embarrassment, as if questioning him, it would make people feel guilty.

"Take medicine." He spread his palm in front of her.

On the palms with distinct joints, there are colorful pills, and you can't see what they are.

Thinking of the sleeping pills Xie Yihao gave him before, He Ning's pupils contracted subconsciously, and he sluggishly refused to reach out.

"No, I have medicine myself." He Ning calmed his emotions and refused.

She didn't believe him, but she didn't dare to believe anyone.

At this moment, she is like a frightened bird, who is instinctively afraid of anything.

Shen Jingyu retracted his palm, put the medicine into a container, and grind it in a hurry.

Hening looked at him nervously, not knowing what he was going to do.

I always feel that I have failed something, but in the bottom of my heart, I can't find the answer to what it is.

Her gaze automatically followed his slender and powerful fingers, watching his serious and focused movements.