My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Villa Yoon Jia, Yoon Shuili is lying on the queen bed of the room.

Shi Xiaoqing said to the doctor, "Doctor, how's my daughter? When she fell down the stairs, her forehead and ankle were all knocked out. Is there a scar? I can't leave a scar in my water. ”

“Mrs. Yin, Miss Yin's forehead wound is fine, but the wound on her right ankle is deep and may leave a slight scar. ”

“What?” Shi Xiaoqing blushed. Her daughter was God's most perfect work, and now she's going to leave a scar on it?

“Come on, the watermelons fall like this and care about scars, a little mark on the ankle. Who can tell, even if they can see it later go to Korea to fix it, now the technology is very advanced.” Yin De looked sadly at Yin Shuiyin in bed and scolded Shi Xiaoqing.

Even now, it doesn't help. Shi Xiaoqing barely pulled out a smile, “Thank you, Doctor, take your time. ”

……

The doctor left, Yin De and Shi Xiaoqing sat by the bed to watch the girl. The girl had a delicate pink little face and a gauze on her forehead. She buried her little group in a quilt, soft and fragile.

Shi Xiaoqing sighed, “What the hell is going on? I was hoping that Yoon Twilight would take care of some of our watermelons. That's good. He was so happy out there that he made us suffer...”

“Mom," Yoon Shuiyan opened her mouth, she covered her whole body with a quilt, revealing a small head, her little face buried in a soft pillow, she cried softly, “Will you... don't say anything bad about my brother? ”

“Shui Ling, instead of your mother saying bad things about your brother, your brother is really heartless. He has finished his studies in the United States for the past seven years, but he just won't return home. Now your brother has a lot of beautiful sisters surrounded by him. Does he remember you as a sister? ”

Yin Shuiyan opened her eyes. Her bright eyes were filled with crystal clear tears, her cherry mouth held, her delicate and delicate appearance was grieving and pathetic. “No, my brother won't forget me. Woo... it's all your fault, you won't let me contact my brother...”

As she reached out of her blanket and dragged Shi Xiaoqing's sleeve, she prayed, “Mom, I miss my brother, can you lend me your phone... I'm talking to my brother, I'll let him come back... Ooh, he will definitely come back...”

Watching the baby daughter cry like this, Shi Xiaoqing was also uncomfortable. It was not that she did not let her daughter contact Yoon Twilight, but that the party who actively contacted her was easily discouraged.

She thought hiding the water in the villa was a constraint on Yoon Twilight, and he could return early.

But Yoon Twilight is fine, he is not poisonous, and Shuihui does not contact him. In the past six years, he has not contacted Shuihui on his own initiative.

This Yoon Twilight is either too heartless or too tolerant.

Yin De took his cell phone out of his pants pocket. He turned up Yin Twilight's number and handed it to the bed. "Shui Ling, this is your brother's number. You can call if you want. Stop crying. It's not beautiful for a girl to cry at all. Your brother won't like it. We're going out first. Call us if you need us. ”

Yoon Deok and Shi Xiaoqing walked out.

……

When the door closed, Yoon Shuiyan quickly climbed out of the quilt, holding his phone with two small hands. She looked at the number crying and laughing, brother...

She sat on the bed with her little hands smearing tears. She stopped crying. Dad just said that his brother didn't like the way she cried.

The tears were wiped clean and the little finger of the white jade pressed the button to dial out the number.

The loud bell is ringing and it's not on.

The girl sat quietly at the head of the bed, the light pink soft quilt covered her belly, the 3,000 yellow silk of Uze scattered her entire shoulder, the dusk lights were not as bright as her half-passed little face, the little beauty under the tip of the gauze, containing roses to be released.

Her heart was pounding again and again, like she was about to jump out of her voice, and she was expecting and... shy, and a little... scared, at this young age, she didn't know what it felt like.

As if her heartbeat wasn't even hers anymore.

Brother...

Her brother...

At this point, the phone was turned on. Her whole face was dazzling like the sun dyed in winter. She wanted to call her "brother”, but...

“Hello, who is it?” A beautiful woman sounded.

Yin Shuiyang stayed, her little hand tightened her phone, and she was stuck not knowing how to react.

Brother's phone was picked up by a sister...

Mom and Dad all said that there are many beautiful sisters around the brother, and the brother forgot about her.

She doesn't believe it.

She doesn't believe it.

……

At this time tens of thousands of feet of America, curved luxury room ceilings, sophisticated crystal chandeliers, light grey thick soft carpets, sandalwood carved kingbeds… This is the presidential suite of a five-star hotel in the United States with dazzling floor-to-ceiling windows and starlight spots, standing here overlooking the entire American night view.

Ammonwen wore a purple surname strappy nightdress and stepped barefoot on the carpet, her hair all spread apart, her beautiful little face blushed and her eyebrows lazy and unattractive.

There was a sound of water in the bathroom. She walked to the bathroom with her phone in her hand and a men's pajama in her hand. She looked at the phone in amazement. Why didn't anyone speak?

“Hello, can you hear me? Please speak...”

At this point, a bang was made, the bathroom door was opened, and a man came out.

How long has it been? Six years has succeeded in transforming a once skinny teenager into a man with glassy inky eyes, bright swordbrows, a mountain peak nose beam, thin lips with a sensory arc, and a beautiful white face...

He was naked and had just come out of the bathroom, and he was carrying water, and the water beads slipped down from his firm, tight muscles, laced with a bath towel between his waist and slipped into his perfect inverted triangle.

He came out, a pair of inky eyes casually swept the phone in Ammon's hand, opened it, the voice line was low and magnetic, and brought some mute, "Whose phone? ”

Ammonwen quickly went forward, “I don't know, connected no one spoke...” She handed Yoon Twilight her phone and spread the silk pajamas in her hands to put them on him.

Yin Twilight stood idly, leaving Ammon Wen's little hands to put on his clothes. He was tall, 1 meter and 87 years old. Ammon Wen raised his toes and wiped his hair.

“Hello.” He spoke.

However, there was no sound at the end of the phone, I didn't know for a few seconds, some breathing sounds, so light, so messy...

An Mengwen was helping him wipe his hair and suddenly felt the man's body stiff. She had not yet had time to ask. The man's left hand came and pushed her away.

He took the first two steps, his voice didn't really change much, but Ammonwen thought he was soft, “Hey, Mizuki, talk...”

The end of the “wow" cried, I don't know how long the tears endured, like a mountain river dyke, I can't tremble when I open the mouth, the small mouth sucking like I can't breathe at any time.

Yin Twilight closed his eyes for a moment. The dark blue silk pajamas had not been laced up yet, revealing his whole robust chest. He did not see any change in the deep color. Only the six abs in his core floated up and down, and he was wheezing.

“Aquarius, what's wrong? Good boy, don't cry, tell your brother something...”

Ann Mengwen stood aside and looked at the man. After six years walking with him, she was still seeing him like that for the first time, fooling a girl and panicking her hands...

“Shui Ling, it's my brother, why are you calling me and not talking... Shui Ling doesn't cry, crying so urgently to see what kind of breath you have, you won't be able to breathe later, isn't it sad? ”

“Ok, it's all my brother's fault, Shui Ling can talk to my brother, Shui Ling can scold my brother, my brother is bad, it's my brother is bad...”

Ammon Wen listened to his words only to laugh, presumably the girl didn't talk to him, he was in a hurry, the way he coaxed the girl was so awkward, but so... gentle.

The sound of "Brother Bad," he may not have noticed, but listening to her in the ear of an outsider is more... tiring than the love words of a lover.

Yoon Twilight coddled, desperately went to coddle. He didn't contact her for so long. He cried as soon as he contacted her. He cried his whole heart out.

Somehow it's good.

At this point, the "beep" sounded, the girl didn't say anything and hung up the phone.

“Hey, Hydra!” He called back immediately, but no one was connected, and the girl refused to take his call.

He raised his hand and just wanted to drop his phone on the floor, but thought about it or took it back. A long leg used to kick over a chair. He laid his eyebrows down and his sharp eyes killed Ammon Wen. He asked, "Why are you answering my phone? ”

An Mengwen was shocked. She had never seen him so angry, "Twilight... what's wrong? I used to answer your phone too? Why can't I pick up the phone? Why did you cry? Did you hear my voice? ”

Yin Twilight had a slight frown of Yingqi. Over the years, he had become proud of himself. The loss of control was just a mistake.

He went to sit by the bed, reached out to pick up the cigarette on the bed cabinet and lit it with a lighter, his right finger holding a flame of orangutan, and he sucked hard and threw up slowly.

Ammonwen slowly walked away. She looked at the man's five official outlines and drew a picture of the flowing clouds, each of which was the most sophisticated and perfect engraving in the comic book.

He was spitting cigarettes on his back, and the dark blue pajamas he was wearing were as handsome as jade. Even after six years with him, she was still fascinated by the handsome look of the man.

She walked over, knelt down, kneeled on a soft carpet, and then pillowed her head on his thigh.

This man, how can she not love?

A year or two after his arrival in the United States, she was persuaded by his talent and wisdom, and she introduced him to her father, a university professor who enjoyed him very much.

Later, by coincidence, her father respected and exchanged letters with Professor Sparkin, an authoritative professor of finance, who knew him and was amazed at him.

Professor Sparkin started taking him into and out of the financial world, and he was a dragon, and at the time of the American financial crisis, he fired futures and officially took off.

Over the past five or six years, he has been walking further and further along the financial path, while he is surrounded by more and more Miss Thousand Kings.