Turning his head, looking at Jiang Orange's eyes full of guilt.

It's just that it is too dark, and Jiang Orange hasn't seen it.

"Orange girl, Grandpa can't bear to see your grievances. If you have anything to do in the future, tell your grandfather directly."

"Grandpa in this family can still do the Lord. As long as Grandpa has a breath, Grandpa will definitely maintain you."

The words of Mr. Jiang made Jiang Orange's nose unbearable.

Jiang Orange's eyes were slightly moist, and her little head relied on Father Jiang's shoulders. His choking voice said coquettishly: "Grandpa, I don’t have any grievances."

"I am the young lady you raised, and the temper is the most stubborn. Even if you have grievances, you will ask yourself."

"Grandpa is old, don't always worry about it, otherwise the oranges will be distressed."

Hearing Jiang Orange's words, Mr. Jiang finally had a touch of comfort in his heart, and he smiled loudly.

Seeing a man who has been standing next to him, a bodyguard.

Father Jiang hooked the corner of his lips again, and said with a sink: "Gu Ting, you can't let our orange girl suffer any grievances?"

"Otherwise, the crutches in my hand can still interrupt your legs!"

Jiang Orange couldn't help laughing, "Grandpa, all said, the older you are, the more you love it. Gu Ting is good to me."

"Grandpa, rest assured, I won't let the lady be wronged."

Under the hazy moonlight, men's low and powerful voice sounded.

This sentence is a solemn promise.

-

Jiang Orange and Gu Ting lived in a guest room temporarily.

Because Jiang Orange's original room has been completely occupied by Jiang Yuan.

It is not realistic to drive her out at this time.

Everyone who doesn't want to make trouble can't sleep all night, Jiang Orange simply will be overnight.

The lights in the room were turned off, and a faint trace of moonlight came in through the gap of the curtains.

On the soft bed, Jiang Orange rolled his body gently, and his soft body relied on Gu Ting's arms.

Aware of her movement, the man had almost no hesitation, so he reached out and took the person over.

Close to the hot chest of a man, the coldness of Jiang Orange gradually dissipated.

There was a low and soft sound of ginger orange in the darkness.

"Gu Ting ... Have you slept?"

But the hands of Jiang Orange's slender waist tightened, and the man's thumb rubbed at her waist nest.

The low and dumb voice, mixed with the night and passed to ginger orange ears.

"Haven't slept yet."

Jiang Orange's head once again drilled into the man's arms, and murmured whispered: "Gu Ting, I have a little cold."

Hearing this, Gu Ting's body was slightly stiff, then frowned, and his low voice was concerned.

"Have you ever had a fever again? The body is uncomfortable?"

The furry little head in her arms stunned, and it should be shaking my head.

The girl's buzzing voice passed out.

"No, there is some cold in my heart."

After hearing the words, Gu Ting's eyes were dark, and there was a touch of coldness in the bottom of his eyes.

The man's chin reached the top of the ginger orange, and the low voice slowly flowed out.
Chapter completed!