My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

The two stopped talking and the journey arrived quietly.

Zhou Dayuan put out the fire, pulled out the car keys, he got out, walked around the body to the back door, and opened the door.

Jane walked out.

Her stunned head looked forward and dashed brightly in front of her, an office hall in the heart of the city.

She looked at it and couldn't find it in her head. She didn't know where it was.

At this time, her palms were warm. It was her little hand that was held. Zhou Dayuan took her away.

She glanced at the hands handshake between them, how beautiful his big hands were, slim and white unlike men's, clean black sweatshirt cuffs wrapped around his wrist, discreetly revealing a prestigious watch, a rich man's head.

Jane felt the ear root burning.

The hall door was pushed open and Jane walked in.

What is this place, milky white keynote warm decoration, curved luxury crystal chandelier on the top of the head, eye-catching bonsai plants with fine wool carpet underfoot...

Air-conditioning in the lobby with pleasant temperatures.

She looked, and right at the reception desk, in the middle of the hall, she saw a few shiny golden words -- the Jane's Psychiatric Clinic.

Jane was brought into an office with sandalwood desks, leather chairs, sofas, goose yellow blankets...

There is also a lounge inside with plenty of light, swinging vine chairs, and a large bed with beige dots.

She was watching, and suddenly the whole body was hugged from behind, and there was a low, soft voice in her eardrum, "Do you like it? ”

“Hmm?” She doesn't understand.

“Don't go to the hospital anymore, I opened a psychiatric clinic for you. ”

It's like a design study, she's got her own studio, she's a dancer, she's got her own stage, and now Jane has her own medical clinic.

“Isn't that a lot of money?” Jane looked brightly at every decoration here and asked him with a soft voice.

“Well...” the man grunts, “it does take a lot of money, but we don't care, your husband has money. Didn't we agree that in the future, I'll make half my money, half raise my son, half spend it on you? ”

The corner of Jane's mouth stained with a beautiful smile and suddenly she felt sweet and sweet.

But...

She turned around and pushed her little hands against the man's chest. She looked at Zhou Dayuan with a strange and frightening look, "Who are you, why are you holding me? Bullshit!”

She lifted her right leg, bent her knee, and headed straight up to his pants chain.

Zhou Dayuan quickly avoided, “Honey, listen to me...”

Jane couldn't let him go. She picked up a pillow on her bed and threw it away. "Who's your wife? You're paranoid. Tell me about it, you big bastard. Look at you hugging me again, asshole! ”

”Zhou Dayuan, who had fooled his wife all the way,

Forget it, she's lost her memory now, so to not stimulate her, he just... ran away.

Therefore, Zhou Dayuan, who had been gentle all his life, pulled his long legs out of the door of the medical clinic, and the little woman behind him did not come out.

He stood tall, his lips flattened slowly, and he looked up at the sun in the sky, as if nothing had changed, but she could no longer understand him.

He rubbed his hands into the burgundy coat, carrying the car keys with his hands and fingers, and stepped down the stairs one by one.

After a month, Jane's condition did not improve at all. She kept forgetting things repeatedly. It was good that she was soft and quiet. Except for this clinic, she would never go out again, but when she went out, Zhou Dayuan would appear beside her.

One night, Zhou Dayuan looked at the medical files in the study and suddenly heard a scream. He got up quickly and pushed open the door to the bedroom.

Now he can't sleep with her anymore, he sleeps in the guest room.

Turn on the wall lamp in the bedroom. He saw the little woman rolling over in bed. He raised her reddish little face. At this moment, her face was full of tears. She was talking and whispering, “Dad, Mom, I missed you so much. Ooh... No, Mom, don't push me away. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I won't dare in the future... I'm your daughter, don't push me away...”

“Jane.” Zhou Dayuan quickly ran to the bed, kneeling on one leg, and he reached out his hand and patted her in the face gently, "Jane Chun, wake up, wake up. It's just a dream. Mom and Dad love you and they won't drive you away. ”

The little woman in the bed trembled, and those satin hairs were all over her cheek because of the tears and sweat, and she said painfully, “Mom and Dad, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I love you guys... whoa, I'm afraid not to love him anymore, I'm forgetting him now... Dad, Mom, whoa..."

Zhou Dayuan listened to these words and felt that there was a knife hanging in his heart. His flesh was blurred and his heart ached.

Love him has become an insurmountable barrier to her career!

Zhou Dayuan sat in bed. He reached out to hug the little woman. He didn't know what to say. Now he was so pale and powerless in every word. He could only whisper and use all his strength. “Jane, please don't do this... it's my fault, don't punish yourself like this, really don't do this...”

He hugged Jane, like she was so inspired, "No, no, no, go away!” She kicked him with her hands and feet, breaking free from his arms, she was crying, crying, tearing her heart apart, in the quiet room sounding her every breath, it was the blood dripping out of her heart, every drop so fierce.

“Don't come near me, don't... Mom and Dad, I don't want him anymore, I dare not want him anymore, you guys forgive me...”

Saying that her soft little hand touched her already slightly convex belly, “Mom and Dad, don't you blame me for being pregnant with his child... Ooh, this child shouldn't have come, it's selfish of me... Mom and Dad, I don't want the child now, please take me away...”

Jane squeezed her little pink fist and started smashing it into her stomach again and again.

Zhou Dayuan's warm eyes contracted sharply, and a slender, long needle stabbed him from the top of his head, "Jane!” He shouted and jumped over.

Holding her pink punch in his palm, he wrapped his arm around her trembling little body and pressed her into his arms, “Jane, don't... please, I beg you...”

He kissed her half the little face buried in the pillow in a mess, and he panicked, in pain, in life, not with a lover, and ended up suffering with love.

“Jane, please don't hurt our son, he is innocent... he has been in shape for more than three months, you are his mother, how can you not want him...”

Jane is struggling. I don't know where the strength came from to push him away. She's going to get out of bed with her hands and feet together. “Mom and Dad, where are you? Ooh, I don't need anything. Please take me away...”

Zhou Dayuan was pushed away. He hit the bed on the back. He looked at the woman who was going crazy in front of him. He also looked at her raised belly. He suddenly felt warm liquid pouring out of his eyes.

He believed it. It was really hard to fall in love.

He wept, reached out to open the bedroom cabinet, and there was a small medicine box in the drawer, and he opened it and drew a silver needle from it.

He can't help it either.

For pregnant women over three months, where can I use needles?

But what can he do without a needle and watch her leave with his three-month-old son?

He closed his eyes and hugged the little woman. He let her lay on his thigh, pressed her left thumb into the hole in her back, and quickly and violently stabbed her in.

“Ah!” the woman screamed, opening her mouth and biting him hard in the thigh.

As if the time had been fixed, the room was quiet enough to hear the winter breeze flowing out the window, and a woman so fierce and fierce just now bit his leg and did not move.

Zhou Dayuan pulled out the needle and threw it on the carpet. There was blood penetrating where she had bitten it. It probably hurt, but this didn't match the pain in his heart.

His hands reached out and he found himself trembling. He shook open the messy hair on her little face and held her in his arms. "Jane, isn't it painful to tie a needle... I'm sorry, I'm really sorry... I don't know what to do, you have to teach me what to do...”

“Vomit," the woman spit out in his arms.

There was a sweet smell of blood in her mouth, and she threw up across the river as if to spit out all the bitter water left in her stomach.

Zhou Dayuan slapped her on the back with his hands and feet, and now every sin she suffers is like a whip hitting his soul, he is more painful than her.

The woman finally stopped vomiting because she couldn't vomit anymore. The dryness in the back made her tears choke. Zhou Dayuan fished her into her arms. She looked like she was coming from the sea and her pajamas were all wet.

He lifted her across, took her to the bathroom and put warm water in the bathtub. He held her in his arms and washed her hair first.

Her little soft body lay in his arms, like a little girl in a hug, soft enough to have no bones, she closed her eyes, exhausted her energy had left her no strength to even open her eyes, she pounded her lips and spoke to him softly, “I want to sleep... I want to sleep...”

Don't let him wash her hair, don't let him touch it, she's so tired she just wants to sleep.

Zhou Da looked at her glutinously. At this moment, she was like a delicate woman, making his heart crisp and soft.

“Wife, honey, you're sweating, you'll catch a cold if you don't take a bath... sleep if you want, I'll hold you... I'll be a little lighter, soon...”

He grabbed her satin hair, his fingertips stiffened as he walked in, his fingers pulled apart, and he had a huge hairline in his finger.

She started to lose her hair.

Without knowing the reaction, he suddenly felt slippery in his arms. Looking down, the woman's left hand was guarded against her own stomach, and her right hand was already powerless.

Zhou Dayuan felt he could not breathe.

After a while, he dared to reach out and slowly probe under her nose...

There's breathing.

Breathe!

Zhou Dayuan looked like a fish about to drown. He suddenly returned to the sea. He gasped his chest and buried his head in her neck with the woman's little head. He cried and called her by her name. “Jane, don't go, please...”

This is the man's lowest and most pious prayer for her.

Don't go...