Mrs. Bo always runs away with her son

The gap between the two gradually melted away, and under An Ting's careful care, the smiles on Jian Ning's face gradually increased.

An Ting is really a very gentle person. He doesn't talk much, but he always shows his intentions with practical actions. Apart from eating and going to the bathroom, An Ting takes care of all other things that need to be done by Jian Ning.

"You're going to turn me into a useless person!"

This is what she always likes to say, but An Ting always smiles dotingly at her.

"I will do my best to give you what you have never had before!"

He always answered her like this.

Although Jian Ning didn't quite understand this sentence, An Ting didn't seem to like her asking too much about the past, but it doesn't matter, as long as they are together, as long as the future can be as calm and warm as it is now, everything else will be fine. None of it matters.

Downstairs, Jian Ning was fluttering butterflies, her snow-white long skirt and seaweed-like long hair swaying with her sometimes jumping up and sometimes spinning movements.

She was as beautiful as a painting, An Ting leaned quietly on the railing, and couldn't help but stare dumbfounded.

"Jane Ning!"

He couldn't help calling softly.

"Hey!"

She turned around, ran over with her skirt in hand, raised her head and stretched out her hand to him, "Ting, look, it's so beautiful!"

A few butterflies flew up from her palm. At this moment, she was smiling in the sunshine, pure as a piece of white paper, and she was completely different from her previous radiance.

An Ting's heartbeat suddenly started to speed up, he hurriedly grabbed the railing, lowered his eyes, and his eyes moved quickly from side to side.

What's wrong with me……

He stretched out his hands to hold his chest, and the strong throbbing that he hadn't experienced in many years made him tremble with fear, and he felt that something seemed to be out of control.

Past experience told him that he shouldn't have a weakness, but obviously, the woman downstairs has completely broken his psychological defense.

She has become his weakness!

It shouldn't be like this... An Ting frowned.

Yes, he has extraordinary feelings for her, but that feeling has always been limited by him within the controllable range, including every time he gets close to her, the speed of breathing and heartbeat speed up, but obviously, this time At this moment, some things seem to have changed.

"Ting, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that something was wrong with An Ting, the smile on Jian Ning's face instantly froze. She threw away the butterfly in her hand, and hurried upstairs with her skirt in hand.

"Ting!"

"do not!"

Jian Ning stepped forward and reached out to try to touch him, but was frightened away by An Ting's sudden scolding.

Realizing that the volume of the scolding he blurted out was a bit loud, An Ting raised his head, and saw Jian Ning standing cautiously two meters away from him, standing on tiptoe, leaning forward slightly to look at him, eyes filled with horror. worry.

She remembered his request not to approach him, but she still cared subconsciously.

A smile appeared on An Ting's pale face. He slowly took two steps forward, approached her, and said softly, "I'm sorry, Jianning, I... I didn't mean to..."

"It's ok!"

Jian Ning immediately shook her head, and her eyes became docile after hearing his apology, then she looked at his chest worriedly, and asked softly, "Are you just...was there something uncomfortable?"

"No, I'm fine!"

An Ting smiled lightly, and held Jian Ning's shoulders: "It's you, now is a special period, you can't be playful, let's go, I'll take you back to the room to rest!"

While Smith entered the bathroom with a bath towel, Jiang Cong, who had pretended to be obedient all day, immediately revealed his true colors. He put down the milk that the other party had personally warmed for him, and quickly ran to the bathroom door. After turning on the faucet, he began to rummage around the house.

He tried to find some information related to An Ting or Fang Jianning.

He searched every corner of the hotel suite, but couldn't find any valuable information. Finally, Jiang Cong looked frustrated and turned his eyes to the computer in front of the desk.

Maybe... you can try it!
But he dared not act rashly when he was not sure whether he had enough time.

So, Jiang Cong tiptoed to the bathroom again, pulled the crack of the door and peeked in. Seeing that the other party was applying shower gel gracefully, he felt relieved and quickly ran to the computer.

Finally, through his excellent technology, he successfully recovered a long-deleted email, which was sent to Smith by An Ting a few months ago, inviting him to meet in Santorini.

Sure enough, sure enough!

Finally found the key information, Jiang Cong's heart was pounding, and he began to browse other information on the computer, trying to find some more important clues, but found that the other party had a strong sense of confidentiality, except that this email had slipped through the net. Fish, I can't find any other information at all.

Just when Jiang Cong was hesitating whether to restore some shredded and fragmented files, he suddenly heard the sound of the bathroom flushing stopped. He was shocked all over, and quickly raised his head to glance at the bathroom, and the action of clearing his browsing traces in his hands accelerated. .

"crash"

The bathroom door opened, and Smith came out. Jiang Cong was still sitting in the original position, with his injured leg resting on the sofa, drinking milk leisurely.

"Have you finished washing?"

Jiang Cong turned his head inadvertently, and the milk in his mouth suddenly spewed out. He stood up excitedly, pointed at the bath towel around Smith's waist, and stared wide-eyed: "You you you...you came out like this?"

"uh-huh!"

Smith didn't take it seriously, looked down at his waist, spread his hands, and walked straight to Jiang Cong.

Jiang Cong backed away unconsciously, the cool breeze blowing on his back...

What's the matter with this guy?Isn't it obvious enough?Shouldn't it be going back to the house and putting on some clothes?Why are you walking towards me?What happened to those sticky eyes?And what is the meaning of the smile on the corner of the mouth?

Jiang Cong's mental activity took a 180-degree turn. Before he could react, Smith had already come in front of him. He panicked, and his heel grabbed the sofa leg. He lost his balance and fell straight backward. go.

Then he fell into a firm embrace, and Smith wrapped his arms around his waist firmly.

For a moment, Jiang Cong's eyes widened, his muscles stiffened, and his mind went blank.

He had fantasized countless times about the hero saving the beauty, the most classic of which was hugging a beautiful woman in such a posture, but he did not expect that this "classic" would appear in such an absurd form on this day, and he became a hugger. The one of the one, and still being hugged by a gay guy!

His hair stood on end, and Jiang Cong, who had reacted, yelled in horror: "You, you, you... let me go!"

Smith turned a deaf ear to it, and even tightened his arms a little. His blue eyes were filled with stagnation, and he said softly in some broken Chinese: "Isn't this what you expected? You were peeking at me just now, I found it all!"

"..."

"I was..."

"what?"

You can't admit that your real purpose is to peek at his computer, right?

Jiang Cong gritted his teeth, avoiding the hot eyes of the other party, with a few traces of blush on his dry face, which was acquiesced.

"Ginger, you are so cute!"

Your. Mom.'s head is so cute!

Jiang Cong cursed in his heart, but what he said out of his mouth was: "Hehe, what... your muscles are tickling me!"