My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Zhou Dayuan closed his eyes and stood up. His big hand, hanging beside him, squeezed his fist. He turned around and left.

Listening to the sound of his footsteps away, Jane couldn't help but tears in her eyes. “Snaps" smashed on the ground.

Jane thought he was gone, but he came back soon, his soft, slim waist was hugged by his arm, he lifted her up and knelt down under his leg very soft, he brought a very thick and soft cushion.

Jane bit her lower pink lip, did not speak, Zhou Dayuan also did not have an opening, put her down, he turned away.

Jane knew that he had not gone far, that his figure was in the light of his drooping eyes, that he was standing far away, under a big tree, with flame gas, and that he was smoking a cigarette.

I don't know how long it took until he had dropped a cigarette butt under his feet, the woman in the distance stood up, presumably she was kneeling down, little glutinous body very hard to stand up, then head down here.

Zhou Dayuan threw half the smoke in his hand on the floor and crushed it with the soles of his leather shoes. He went forward and walked to her. He frowned and asked, “Is it cold? Do you want me to hug you? ”

Actually, he doesn't want to ask, "Do you want me to hug him?" His wife, his son's mother, he still wants to hug him.

But today she became so different, she was so resistant to him that he dared not make her angry, even to touch her with her consent.

Jane kept her head hanging, she ignored him, left the cemetery and walked to the nearby long-distance station.

The two of them walked on the road one after the other. The black luxury business car slowly followed along the side of the road. Zhou Dayuan looked at the woman's thin and thin back and gently pulled the corner of her mouth. "Jane, come on, huh? You've been kneeling so long and walking so far, our son, you don't hurt him? Don't want me touching, don't want to see me okay, you get in the car, I'll ride home. ”

Jane did not speak. Those words in the cemetery just now seemed to have taken all her strength. She was stuck walking. There was no color in her eyes, maybe she didn't hear what he was saying.

Zhou Dayuan's chest was wheezing. Each sun and moon over the years was a form of torture. Now he realizes that the torture was nothing.

He took his phone out of his pants pocket and simply said a few words.

Soon the bus back to T City stopped next to Jane, the bus door opened, the driver was screaming, “Girl, do you want to go back to T City now, I'll drive you back. ”

Jane stuffed her head and got in the car. She chose to sit in the window seat.

Zhou Dayuan looked at the bus leaving in front of him, “Young Master,” the back door of the luxury business car was opened, “Young Master, get in the car. ”

Zhou Dayuan went in and the luxury business car followed behind the bus.

The man in the back seat had overlapping legs, he poured his head into the seat, his handsome face was pale, his left arm was weak and his whole cuff in the black suit was stained with blood.

“Young master, your arm is injured, let's go to the hospital to bandage it, the young lady won't lose it, but your injury is important, this is your hand with a scalpel. ”

The doctor's hand is roughly the most expensive and sophisticated hand in the world, and a scalpel to save lives and injuries depends on it.

Zhou Dayuan lazily pulled up his lip corner and smiled with a cold smile. Her head was shaking with that cold little face when she was facing him in the cemetery...

How long does she want to stay in this state?

Would she be upset if his hand was broken?

Jane, Jane, why are we in love all these years? Happy times are always so short. Why are you and I always so... sad?

Zhou Dayuan closed his eyes and spit out a few words, “No need. ”

Back in T City it was night, the two went into the apartment one after the other, Jane went upstairs, Zhou Dayuan watched her lie in the quilt, then he went downstairs and cooked for her in the kitchen.

She hasn't eaten in about a day.

Zhou Dayuan didn't fry the vegetables. He fried a bowl of Yangzhou fried rice and made another bowl of tomato egg flower soup. He took the plate and sent the food into the room.

On one knee, a woman's long, slim lashes dropped quietly, and she was asleep, breathing shallow as if she was going away at any moment.

Zhou Dayuan only found himself trembling when he reached out his right hand. In all these years, for the first time, he saw her look like she had lost her soul. He was afraid.

He's really scared.

He touched her little face, her face was cold, she had been in the quilt for so long without any heat, but the woman's skin was natural, soft and slippery.

He touched it twice. She was not ostracized. Zhou Da's eyebrows quickly loosened. His mouth snapped up. He sat on the bed and fished her into his arms.

Left hand to touch the air conditioning remote, right hand to hold her, his kiss fell on her face, pink neck, friendly spin, “Wife, what's wrong today, why are you doing this to me? I know you're upset about Mom and Dad, but don't mess with your body, you know how much I feel? It's so cold, I turn on the heat, you eat well, I'll hold you to sleep later. ”

He turned on the air conditioner, his right hand held her face upright and wanted to kiss her lips.

But I didn't, because the little woman in her arms twisted her head and didn't let him kiss her, "I want to sleep, okay, get out? ”

Zhou Da's eyes were so deep, he understood that she didn't just resist him, but she didn't have the strength to resist him.

And the big hand on her little face was stiff, and he got up, and he let her go, and he put a cushion on her back, and he handed her the chopsticks, “Okay, I'm going out, but you eat this bowl first, and I'm going out. ”

Jane didn't lift her head. She reached out to pick up the chopsticks and eat properly.

She was silent, pale and powerless, like a puppet.

After a small bite of meal, the woman twisted her eyebrows, a small hand could not cover her chest, she bent down and “vomited” in the dark.

Without eating for a day, she vomited all bitter water. When the bitter water was finished, she threw up and the tears in her eyes were choked to the ground.

Zhou Da panicked. He quickly bent over and patted the woman on the back. “Jane, stop throwing up, huh? Restrain yourself and I'll pour you some water. ”

The water poured out and the woman gradually stopped vomiting. He ran into the bathroom and grabbed a warm, damp towel. He wiped her face carefully.

The woman's face was so pale that she could clearly see the fine veins in her thin skin. She closed her eyes and squeezed his sleeve with her little hand to discuss with him, "I don't want to eat today, can I not eat, I'm not hungry at all. I don't want to see you. ”

Today is how many times she said she didn't want to see him. Zhou Dayuan thought she was used to it. He nodded, “Okay, I'll go out and you won't eat if you don't want to. I won't force you. You sleep well and call me if you need me. Jane, I'll do whatever you want. I promise you, but, like, don't take it off me, son, or I don't know what I'm gonna do. ”

If a woman doesn't respond, she's weak as if she could fall at any moment.

Zhou Dayuan laid her down and gave her a tight cover. He bent over and cleaned up the carpet with the dirt and chopsticks. He went to the balcony to open a small window stitch, turned off the wall lights in the room, left a table light, and he lifted his feet out.

Walking into the kitchen, he poured all the rice and soup in the bowl into the garbage can, he had a temper in his heart, his contoured, handsome face was tight, his eyebrows locked tight, but his surface was calm, and his years of indomitable cultivation made him too old to have a tantrum.

There was a daylight lamp in the kitchen, and a dry, cold white lamp was plated on the man, who stood beside the sink in his shirt and pants, carefully washing dishes.

The light pulled his long back long, and at the beginning of the curtain, his warm body seemed unjustifiably thin and cold.

So lonely.

He washed the dishes, he walked into the living room, he held a medicine box in his right hand, he sat on the couch, the wounds on his left arm always had to be healed, he wouldn't really let himself go.

He has a wife and children to take care of.

The white shirt on his left arm was stained red with blood, the cloth adhered to his wound, he took out his scissors and cut his sleeve in half. The motorcycle hit him in a hurry. He avoided it, but still hit his arm.

It hurts in his arm, and he knows this way, he's afraid of a piece of glass in his arm.

He took out the pliers, the hands of a professional doctor, and it was not very difficult to pick out the glass shards, but it was about painful, and when the glass shards were picked out, he poured them pale into the back of the couch.

His chest gasped twice, and he calmly handled his wound, drugged it, and wrapped it in gauze.

Handled all this, his legs stacked together a little lazy, his right hand grabbed a cigarette in his mouth, and he lit the lighter.

There was a smoke without a moment.

On the back of the couch with his left hand, he looked up at the roof and remembered last night's happy hour, again in this position on the couch, where she sat on his lap and drilled into his arms.

And then she would bend her eyebrows and sweetly call him "husband."

He pulled up the corner of his mouth and smiled softly, echoing his silent self-derision throughout the cold living room, closing his eyes gently.

The next morning.

Jane opened her eyes slowly. She twisted her little head and looked around. It was in the bedroom. She reached out and touched her side. She had no one beside her and Zhou Da was far away.

Jane lifted the quilt and got out of bed. Snow white slippers wore in light pink. She opened the door and went down the stairs.

I walked into the living room and saw the man on the couch.

Zhou Dayuan closed his eyes and slept. He didn't lie down. He just sat so lazy and relaxed and leaned against the sofa. His shirt and pants were already wrinkled, but this in no way affected his own warm and luxurious temperament. The dawn sun poured in from the curtains on the floor. Those gorgeous gold spilled all over him. The beautiful mandible showed slag and the superior charm of a mature man.

Jane looked him in the eye and quickly found the wound on his left arm.

He didn't change his white shirt, so his shirt was stained with blood on his sleeve, wrapped in a thick gauze, and the wound should have been treated simply by him.