My Most Precious Wife
Chapter 175
Quietly and quietly, he saw through his thoughts of staying together all his life, Hunter Jackson just pretended not to care, coughed lightly, and turned his face away.
“It was you who took the initiative to k*ss me. I was reluctant to cooperate. Otherwise, it would hurt your self-esteem.”
“Really?” Emily Gale only felt kind and funny, and said helplessly: “It’s okay, my heart is strong enough.
After finishing the medicine, she stood up and looked at him.
“Master Jackson, you can rest after taking the medicine.”
He didn’t speak, but frowned slightly.
Can rest, what does this mean?
She seemed to have no intention to accompany him to rest.
“I still have something to deal with.”
Emily Gale turned around and walked aside to open the bag that Aspen Li had brought back with his help.
The notebook was taken out and placed on the table.
“I have to catch the script tonight. I will start to do it when I finish the shower. You go to bed first, and I’ll watch you here.”
He still didn’t say a word, and Emily Gale put the notebook away, took his nightdress and walked into the bathroom. .
Not long after he came out, Hunter Jackson was still lying on the bed, half-squinting, not knowing if he was asleep.
She walked over and probed his forehead.
Found no symptoms of fever, I walked to the desk and opened the notebook.
Once she started working hard, her appearance was really beautiful.
Unconsciously, Hunter Jackson was silly again.
Emily Gale didn’t notice anyone staring at him.
At Qin Zhizhou’s speed, there are not many scripts she has saved, at most there are only two or three words left.
Two or three words would only be enough for Qin Yifei to paint one day.
Therefore, after taking care of Hunter Jackson and sleeping, she immediately went to work.
He didn’t even notice when there was one more person behind him.
he suddenly reached out and hugged her in his
was taken aback and turned back abruptly, accidentally touching his thin lips on his
The man
denied, “Young Master Jackson, what are you doing?” “I’ve been standing for a long time, and my head is a little
be particularly useful. No matter where you go, no matter what you
mean to stand for a long
so hard, I want to do something
sat down in her
to
feel well, so don’t do anything. Get a good night’s sleep. Can you do it
Just now, I thought he was
because he couldn’t sleep
that she wanted to walk away, he gently pulled, and she immediately sat down on the
“Young Master Jackson
…”
something, I just look
watch here all the time. Emily Gale subconsciously wants to push his hands away, which is simply
push him away, he still hugged her tightly. In the end, Emily Gale really had no
have a lot of things to be busy with. If I continue to be entangled in this way, things really
is getting more and more towards her. Her neck was close, and in the end, her thin lips almost stuck to her neck. Emily Gale was really helpless. Young Master Jackson was tossing like
and create. Especially, his lips
getting a k*ss. Can she calm down? However, people have no other excessive actions, and they don’t know where to start if they want to blame. He bit the bullet and wrote another word, but found out The man
neck, numb and numb, which made people fascinated. But
“Major Jackson?
“Emily Gale whispered.
and when he called
asleep. Emily Gale suddenly remembered the article he had read before, no matter how powerful the person is. ,
text says. He was just tired and curled
injured. Stay with him and take care of him. So at this time, does he regard himself as his harbor? Otherwise, why would he keep reluctant to let her leave? After calming down, he looked sideways at the man sleeping on his shoulder, Emily Gale didn’t
words as quickly as possible. Together with the previous one,
gently patted
Jackson, let’s go to bed and
to bed
and didn’t care at all. He went back to bed under Emily Gale’s half-hearted and half-ordered. Lie down, but
“Don’t go…”
was a bit sour, but she didn’t expect him to
“I won’t go.
“Open the quilt gently
Gale lay down beside
was hugged by him immediately, as if
“Young Master Jackson…”