Keep you in my arms

Seeing that he was about to go out with a smile, she quickly stopped him, "Edward!"

"What?" He stopped and turned around.

"Can I not take these clothes?"

"How can I take back my gift? "If you don't want to accept others' kindness, there are many other ways, right?"

Normally, Edward was a typical capitalist. A dress was enough for an ordinary person to pay down for a house, and a meal was a month's expense for an ordinary family. When he said this, she was slightly surprised. When she came to her senses, Edward had already gone out. Looking at his back, Angela frowned and lowered her head, murmuring, "I will pay for what you have done. Does he mean I pay back by being his girlfriend?"

When she read the last few words, her face flushed.

So, was this what Edward wanted?

She looked at the wardrobe full of strange clothes and sighed.

Edward thought carefully. He knew that she liked to clean. The clothes she bought just now had to be washed and dried, so most of the clothes here had been washed and dried.

She had no choice but to take out another pajama. After a shower, Edward made their favorite tomato and egg noodle.

Angela had been hungry for a long time. She argued with him for a long time and then even took a shower. When she smelled the fragrance, she walked over subconsciously. Perhaps she was a little familiar with him, she asked, "Mr. Edward, you are so thin. You can't eat the whole pot, can you?"

With two bowls in his hands, Edward filled the bowls with noodles and said with a smile, "Yes, I can't eat them, so I hope you can help me."

"Is it overtime to help Mr. Edward eat noodles?"

Show her pity to get small advantages!

When he was about to send the bowl in front of her, he suddenly shrank back. Seeing that he had changed his mind, Angela reached out for the bowl in his hand and said, "Thank you, Mr. Edward!"

Then she sat down and didn't look at him anymore.

She chose a pure cotton floral pajama, princess sleeve, and a little bowknot on the sleeve. Although it was a combination of top and pants, it was very ladylike.

he let subordinate find it several times to buy it. Because Angela liked to kick the quilt, he specially asked to buy trousers. But in general, in summer pajamas, short sleeves

sets of pajamas, he picked out one short sleeve shirt and matched it with

chosen for her! Of course,

eat?" Angela had eaten more than half of it, but Edward didn't eat anything. He was staring at her with

that she threw the bowl and chopsticks on the table and said with a

she suddenly threw the bowl and chopsticks on the table,

Edward was speechless.

Really poisoned?

panic, her mind was in a mess. At first, she couldn't help but ask herself why he poisoned her. Then she thought of a possibility that if he couldn't get

and hadn't been admitted to the postgraduate school. How could she die? If she died, the country would lose one

it out from the toilet

and then wandered a few times out of her position, and then ran to the bathroom,

are you going?" Edward stopped her in

want to die yet..." She looked at him with a sad

"Specimen?" He frowned.

the movie in which the viscera of the woman

talking nonsense and crying and struggling, Edward was

afraid that it was a delaying tactic. He lied to her that he didn't poison her. When she found that she was poisoned,

really a horrible man! He might be a

to die! " She struggled and tried to put her hand on her throat. Startled by her action, Edward stopped her in a hurry, "Angela, what's

refuse you, you can't poison me! The person who was poisoned to death has a purple face. Even if it is made into a

she struggled hard and kept talking nonsense. Edward had no choice but grabbed her arm and pressed her on

her, but he really couldn't do anything to her. He pressed himself on her and locked her knees with his knees. He firmly grasped her wrists,

use a more extreme method

the fear of "specimen", completely ignoring his ambiguous eyes and the desire to endure in

her heart, 'so, does he want to remove her

I promise you, okay? I don't

kill you.

why don't