Mrs. Hawn, Your Disguise Was Penetrated

"Good." Julian Spencer took a deep look at her, the bottom of her eyes was dim, and she turned to leave.

Just now, Asher Hawn called Nora Smith his fiancee, but Nora Smith didn't refute it.

Is she... acquiescing?

Julian Spencer's heart was very uncomfortable.

However, this time in front of Asher Hawn, he was really wrong.

After all, Nora Smith is so badly hurt this time that he has to bear a lot of responsibility.

Wu Qingran, this madman!

Julian Spencer's heart is full of remorse, because he didn't handle the relationship with Wu Qingran well, so that he is now in trouble with Nora Smith.

As soon as Julian Spencer left, Nora Smith immediately stared at Asher Hawn, and the water eyes appeared unhappy. "I don't know when I resumed my engagement with you, Master Huo, and claimed to be your fiancee?"

Asher Hawn's cold eyes are slightly narrowed, the ink pupil color is shining with faint light, and the thin lips are slightly lifted. "You are really fickle."

Nora Smith:? ? ?

"Looks like you forgot." Disappointment appeared on Asher Hawn's face, and he put his hands in his pockets and bent down to approach Nora Smith.

Looking at the handsome face that kept enlarging in front of her, Nora Smith leaned back. "What have I forgotten?"

Asher Hawn approached her, her eyes were heavy, and she said, "I will rescue you and send you to the hospital. You have a high fever during your coma, and you will not give up holding me and say that you must marry me in your life."

Nora Smith's clear eyes narrowed, obviously not believing that he would say such words when he was in a coma.

She pursed her lips and denied, "It's impossible."

"So you are fickle." Asher Hawn looked at her with burning eyes, as if to suck her soul in. "However, this is not the first time you have been like this. If you get used to it, time will prove that the person in your heart must be me."

Is he so sure?

Nora Smith pulled his lips. This man is really arrogant.

Although she did have him in her heart, she suddenly didn't want to admit it when she saw him so confident.

With his neck tilted back, Nora Smith kept a safe distance from him. "That's not necessarily true. Often the end of being too confident is being smacked in the face."

Said, and Nora Smith grabbed the mirror cake on the side, and the sweet taste of soft waxy waxy entered his mouth, and his mood suddenly refreshed a lot.

Just then, Nora Smith's cell phone suddenly rang.

Nora Smith picked up his cell phone and looked down.

It was a text message sent by Nana. "Sister, what did you think about the last time I told you about the Parisian fashion design competition?"

Nora Smith frowned slightly. With so many things happening these days, she really didn't care about the design competition.

After thinking about it, Nora Smith replied, "I've been a little busy recently, and I haven't thought about it yet."

Soon, Nana replied, "Why don't I go to A City to find you in a few days and we will discuss it together?"

Nora Smith returned a "good" and looked up at Asher Hawn in front of him. "When did the doctor say I could be discharged from the hospital?"

"It remains to be seen, your injury is not good yet, don't worry, I will check the matter of Wu Qingzhen for you." Asher Hawn soothed her in a soft tone.

At the mention of Wu Qingran, Asher Hawn's dark eyes were instantly cold and gloomy.

This woman almost separated Nora Smith from him.

If it weren't for Nora Smith, he came back early to give Nora Smith a surprise, and he couldn't appear in time to save her.

At the thought of the situation at that time, Asher Hawn still had a lingering fear.

Wu Qingran is a madman, he won't let her go!

"I hope to be discharged early." Nora Smith doesn't like the hospital environment. Besides, she has a lot of things to do, but she doesn't want to stay here any longer.

"Can I leave the hospital tomorrow?" She said as she ate the mirror cake.

"Not so fast." See her that big eat appearance, Asher Hawn eyes bottom dyed a bit soft, "What else do you want to eat besides mirror cake? I can ask Wilma to make it for you."

Asher Hawn said he went to the sofa on one side of the ward and sat down. Only then did Nora Smith notice that the coffee table was full of documents and the running laptop.

She was in a coma for two days, and he brought the affairs of the company here in order to keep watch over her.

Nora Smith was moved. "I'm fine now. You can actually go back. You don't have to stay here. I can take good care of myself."

As soon as Asher Hawn's hand turned over the document stopped and his eyes were lifted, his knife-shaped eyebrows were tight and his voice was clear. "You don't want to see me so much?"

Nora Smith explained with a faint look. "No, I'm just afraid of delaying you."

Finally, without mentioning Asher Hawn's departure, she lay down and rested silently, and fell asleep with the sound of him flipping through the paper.

When I woke up again, I smelled the rice, and Nora Smith woke up hungry.

As soon as Nora Smith opened her eyes, she saw yam sparerib soup, fried pig blood, hot and sour carrots, bamboo shoots and meat slices and a bowl of delicious rice on the small table in front of her bed.

It's all her favorite food!

Asher Hawn's magnetic voice sounded in his ear. "Wake up? I'll feed you."

Nora Smith: …

Asher Hawn turned a blind eye to her speechless appearance, and came to Nora Smith with soup in her big, well-boned hand and spoonful of it.

He bowed his head, blew it gently and sent it to her mouth. "Come, try it."

His magnetic voice seemed magical, and Nora Smith opened his mouth abruptly.

Asher Hawn smiled with satisfaction at the obedient little appearance of the woman in front of her.

Nora Smith took a few mouthfuls of soup, and Asher Hawn put down the bowl and picked up the rice bowl.

Is this ready to feed her bite by bite?

Looking at the tenderness in his ink-colored scissors like night, Nora Smith Leng Ran returned to God. "I'll do it myself!"

"You're hurt, I'll feed you." Asher Hawn said, digging a mouthful of rice with a spoon and sending it to Nora Smith's mouth.

"I'll come by myself. I'm just injured, not disabled." Nora Smith snatched the bowl from his hand and ate silently with chopsticks.

Asher Hawn's handsome face sank.

This woman, unappreciative.

After wolfing down his last meal, Nora Smith breathed a sigh of relief, put down his chopsticks and looked at Asher Hawn. "OK, I'm full. Take these things away. I'm going to sleep."

Nora Smith stretched lazily, and drowsiness floated up.

She is still recovering, so she naturally needs a lot of rest.

"Wait." Just as Nora Smith was about to lie down, Asher Hawn suddenly raised his hand, took her thin waist, and quickly narrowed the distance between them.

"What are you going to do?" Nora Smith stunned, looking at Asher Hawn warily with his neck tilted back, wanted to keep his distance.

"You..." Asher Hawn, with her thin lips, raised her hand closer to her.

This action made Nora Smith think he was going to kiss her.. He pushed him quickly and said coldly, "Asher Hawn, don't be a hooligan."