Chapter 12: I Marry You (3)

The rising wall slowly obscured the unbearable image until it was completely covered.

Wrong remote control?

Wrong remote control?!

Isn't he preparing for that what what she? So what did she do?

An Ge glanced down at the pajamas that she threw aside, looking at her naked-naked self, a small melon seed face suddenly turned red, and her face was so hot that it almost burned.

All right.

She must have encountered too many things lately to short-circuit her brain like this.

But...... That's fine, Quan Mo is not interested in her, she can at least take care of her body......

Thanks to the blessing of Quan Mo, An Ge did not feel sad about the sudden change in his life, but fell asleep in shame and tiredness, and a trace of happiness......

In the room next doorβ€”

"Quan Shao, why did you let that woman live next door to you, it's so annoying."

Cool Girl - He Xiaosha hugged Quan Mo's waist and was dissatisfied and coquettish, while playing with his bath towel.

"You're going to ask me about it?"

Quan Mo stood straight, his voice was as cold as ice, and he was not angry.

"Okay, people don't ask."

He Xiaosha naturally didn't dare to say more, hugged Quan Mo and began to kiss him, his back, his arms, his chest...... She did everything in her power to please the man.

What kind of character Quan Mo is, as long as she can stay by his side and let her be a pug pet, she is willing to do it.

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Quan Mo's handsome face was still extremely cold, let He Xiaosha kiss him, staring at the opposite wall with a pair of eyes, his thin lips pursed, and the hand holding the remote control was clenched very tightly, and his finger bones were distinct.

What happened to him just now?

If He Xiaosha hadn't rushed out, he would have walked onto An Ge's bed.

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When he woke up, An Ge walked down the stairs step by step in plain pajamas and walked towards the door, the sun outside was incredible.

It's been three years, and she hasn't seen the sun well in the past three years.

An Ge walked outside, but a maid stopped her, looked at her pajamas and said, "Young grandmother, your dressing room is here." ”

"Locker room?"

"Please follow me."

An Ge followed her in confusion, and the maid pushed open two doors.

The picture comparable to the palace wardrobe shocked her, like the exhibition hall, almost 200 square meters, the lights are bright in the daytime, the hanging clothes are like the Paris exhibits, shoes, jewelry, bags are displayed in glass cabinets, all kinds of famous brand LOGO classification, the color is arranged from dark to light.

"Young grandma, what do you want to wear today?" The maid asked, "Do you need a Call image designer?" ”

An Ge came back to his senses from his dazzling clothes and shook his head decisively, "No. ”

"And what do you wear?"

"Did Quan Mo really let me wear these clothes?" An Ge couldn't believe it, Quan Mo's stingy man was willing to let her wear it?

It seems that she marrying him can really bring him a good image.

Otherwise, how could a person like him spend so much money.

"Of course." The maid said, "The young master's wife must stand up to be the vane of the trend." ”

Can a wealthy lady just be a hanger?

An Ge casually changed one and walked out, and as soon as he reached the hall, he heard a servant say, "It's raining heavily outside." It's almost the New Year, and it's still raining. ”

Spring festival.

An Ge's heart felt like it had been stabbed by something, and it hurt very much.

This year's Chinese New Year, she can't spend it with her parents anymore, and it is said that even Quan Mo is going to the United States to celebrate the New Year with her relatives.