Heyday Love: A Heaven-sent Husband

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He had been looking for her for a long time since that time, but she seemed to have evaporated and there was no news. He had experienced hope again and again, disappointed, and finally to the last time of despair, she He actually appeared in front of him. +++ Mobile reading visit m.wuxiaspot.com

Since he came, he would never let her go.

Before, he could only watch her laugh in a dream, hold her hand, straighten her long hair for her, and take her through various landscapes. If dreams can always be good, he doesn't even want to wake up.

Then he can hold her hand and take her to swim all the scenery she wants to see, guarding her from getting hurt.

Instead of thinking of her disappearing every night, think of those ruins, let her cry in her dream, everything about her like a nightmare entangled him, let him wake up at midnight, facing the furnishings in this room Can't sleep for a long time.

"You don't know, I miss you very much." As he said, he buried his head gently in her hair, and a faint scent of fragrance gradually calmed his heart, "I always think of it at night You, if I could meet you sooner, and find you sooner, that's fine. "

Thinking of this, he gradually tightened around her arms, and the people in his arms breathed evenly, and did not notice his arrival.

She seemed to have an inexplicable magic, he was lying beside her, just holding her like this, and can rest on the fragrance of her body.

In this way, Roger also slowly entered the dreamland. What is even more rare is that he slept all night tonight without any nightmares.

The morning sun fell on Anola's big bed through the glass windows and gauze curtains. Anola felt the light of the morning light and gradually woke up.

She hasn't slept in this familiar bed for many years. Perhaps this feeling is too good. She had no dreams all night and slept very deeply.

Anola stretched comfortably, opened her sleepy eyes, and for a second she stayed.

what's this!

Why is Roger's face just out of hand!

Roger felt the restlessness in his arms and opened his eyes. Amber eyes were filled with lingering love, and the voice just woke up was hoarse and spit out a word to her:

"early."

Be a ghost!

Anola couldn't control her emotions anymore. When she raised her foot, she would kick the shameless satyr under the bed, but he caught his ankle quickly and couldn't move. Anola felt the power between the two again. Disparity.

Outsmarting is right. For such a villain, force has little effect.

Anola pulled away his hand and jumped out of bed quickly, but fortunately, she was wearing her clothes neatly, otherwise she really didn't know what she would do.

"Why are you here?" Anora nearly gritted her teeth, and she remembered that she had locked the door to her room before going to bed.

Early in the morning, when he opened his eyes, he could see the little wild cat exploding. Roger was in a good mood. He rolled a lazy waist and looked at her with a smile.

If you lie anyway, you need to be more sincere. Now what is this expression that I don't really say?

Does this person really want to kill her by mental offensive? Annola compressed her inner anger and then compressed it. The tone was calmer. "His Royal Highness, what Annola can't control, but Annola needs to remind you that you are a fiancee, so, Think twice before you do anything. "

Hearing the words "fiancee" Roger immediately bounced off the bed, he walked quickly to Anola, grabbed her arms, for fear she would run away

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Yes, in a rare anxious tone, "I can explain this thing. I have no relationship with Erin. I won't marry her or even hold an engagement ceremony with her. Rest assured, I won't wrong you . "

"What's the point of telling me this? I don't care about the story between you and your fiancee, I just want to ask you not to entangle me anymore."

"Are you jealous?" Roger was deeply worried in his eyes.

Anola was about to jump to her feet and talk to him. Now she just wanted to pry open his head to see what was in it. This kind of chicken-duckling feeling made her angry.

"His Royal Highness, Miss Anola, breakfast is ready. Please come to the restaurant for dinner." Ryan's arrival rescued Anola in time.

If she stayed with him alone, she would probably have a heart attack. She quickly broke away from Roger's restraint and hurried downstairs. As she passed Ryan, she seemed to feel Ryan's unusual look.

She turned back suspiciously, and Ryan was still polite and alienated with a smile.

Was she stunned by Roger?

The next day, when Anno pulled up, it was close to noon, and she had long disappeared. She went to the bathroom and finished preparing to go downstairs for a look. The moment she opened the door, she was in perfect condition. s face.

"Miss Anola, please come to the restaurant. Your Highness has ordered a hearty lunch for you."

After a while, Anola sat in the gorgeous restaurant and watched Ryan's brows frown.

Ryan prepares a complete Chinese breakfast, with elbow sauce, boiled fish, mapo tofu, Maoxuewang, crayfish, sea cucumber and abalone soup, spicy chicken, and even hot pot. The hot pot is full of red ingredients, and the ingredients are fully placed On one side, the abundance is amazing and complete.

"Don't suit your appetite?" Ryan watched her look very carefully. "His Highness deliberately checked the most famous cuisine of Apocalypse, and I believe Miss Anola would like it too."

The implication is that if you do not like to eat, you are not apocalyptic.

Anola felt funny, glanced at him helplessly, and pointed at the pot of red hot pot: "Mr. Ryan, since you have investigated, you should know that not all apocalyptic people are spicy ... especially This kind of abnormality is really unbearable for few people. "

"I'm sorry, this is my negligence. I immediately ordered someone to redo a clear soup base and send it in." Ryan immediately said.

"No," Anola waved, and filled a bowl of sea cucumber and abalone soup. "I'll just have some soup."

Ryan apologized again, but her eyes kept following her face, not obsessed with her beauty, but observing her every move.

If Anola drank the soup casually, after drinking a bowl of soup, she picked up chopsticks and put a piece of Mapo Tofu in her mouth, and chewed slowly. Her cheeks became red after eating, but she still regained gracefully. After a little bit of soup drinking, her chopstick movements are standard and elegant, and she has excellent tutoring, which is very pleasing to the eye.

No flaws.

Ryan narrowed his eyes and stepped aside respectfully.

Anora wasn't unaware of his surveillance, but she didn't care, and didn't plan to live here. She wished to leave immediately.

After eating, Anola wandered around the garden and returned to the room. Last night, she failed to negotiate with Roger. She had to consider how to leave here, and looked at the layout outside through the window. .

She lowered the curtains, leaned lazily on the sofa, combed the relationship between the characters around Roger, and naturally thought of Irene, hoping that she would not let herself down.

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Just thinking, with the sound of knocking on the door, Ryan asked respectfully and carefully from outside: "Ms. Anola, are you asleep? Miss Irene is here to visit, and she says she wants to see you."

"No, I'll be right out."

"Okay, then I'll get a refreshment at once."

Ryan is really a very clever housekeeper, and he doesn't know how Roger instructed him. He even prepared refreshments after she and her guests, didn't this put her status above Irene?

Erin is afraid she can't get mad?

Thinking indifferently, Anola freshened up, and put on a light makeup with the cosmetics lying in front of the dressing table, covering the strangeness on her face, and then went downstairs.

Irene was drinking coffee, and when she saw her walking down, she couldn't hide the jealousy in her eyes.

Obviously she is Roger's fiancee, and she is the fair hostess of this manor, but this wild woman dare to let her sit here for so long?

Where's her courage?

She was in a bad mood, so her face sank, her eyes dropped and she looked at the delicate coffee cup in her hand, waiting for Anola to say hello to her.

Anola narrowed her eyes, seeing through her mind, but didn't cooperate. She picked up the macchiato coffee that Ryan had prepared for her in advance, and tasted it slowly.

Macchiato is very sweet, soft and sweet like marshmallow, and has a delicate and smooth taste. She liked to drink it when she was a child ... Later, after a family accident, she has no longer loved this sweet taste.

But now she still had to pretend she liked it, and she sipped it with a sip, and the first thing she couldn't hold back was Erin.

Her face was as dark as the bottom of the pot, but the Frank family's years of upbringing made her smile: "Miss Anola, you know who I am, and I must know that I came to you this time Purpose? "

Eileen said, while waiting for her to become a little girl, respectfully called her "Sister". Although she rejected this title, she had a marriage contract with Roger. She was a concubine. The former person, no matter how Roger liked it, had to submit to her.

Unexpectedly, Anola did not follow the routine, but she blinked innocently and said, "Miss Irene, I'm not a tapeworm in your stomach, how can you know where you are coming from?"

Erin gritted her teeth fiercely: "The Ming people don't say anything secretly, I'm here for His Royal Highness Roger."

"His Royal Highness is absent." Anola took a sip of coffee and said with a smile, ignoring what Irene meant.

Irene finally couldn't hold back, and laid the coffee cup heavily on the table, saying eloquently, "I'm here for your Royal Highness. I came here to see you."

Anola smiled, pursing her lips.

This mocking smile almost blasted Irene's bulging balloon, but remembering her mother's words, she took a deep breath and said as calmly as possible, "Do you know why Her Royal Highness looked at you?"

"Because of a woman named Nora, I heard that I look a bit like her." Annola fiddled with the coffee, as if speaking of others.

"You know?" Irene chuckled, and then sneered: "His Royal Highness is frank to you."

"She," this is an excellent opportunity to talk. How could Anola miss it, she hesitated, but still curious: "Who is it?"

"It's a dead man," Aileen's face became colder. "A man like His Highness has everything he wants. Nora is dead, he can't get it, so he never forgets it ... and you, is he Easy to find substitutes! "

Anola gave a proper "ah" surprise, then asked slightly, "Why did she die?"

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