My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

There was a man standing in front of the pool outside the house, and the frozen iron bent over to wash the laundry.

As he said, she poured the laundry detergent into the basin, put in cold water, and even if she didn't want to, she put her hands in and started rubbing her clothes.

These clothes all turned into Zhou Yao's nasty face in her eyes. She hated the itching of her teeth and could not help but rub them all away.

Son of a bitch!

Son of a bitch!

Suddenly she got a dress in her hand, weird, with a long index finger to open it, her face was dark, it was Zhou Yao's... black inner vault.

Unlike women in men's inner libraries, there is a bulge in front of them, and the needless to guess why.

Her little face burned instantly, and her mind flashed past that day in the hotel room, the lewd action he made behind the scrubbed glass, and under the black belt he saw last night with his fine narrow waistband...

She was overwhelmed.

That's when I heard a man yelling behind me, “Mrs. Zhou, go to the kitchen, you didn't seem to turn off the faucet just now, the water is still dripping...”

Cold Iris closed her eyes again, numb eggs, and she turned to the kitchen.

Turn off the kitchen faucet and lift her legs out. Zhou Yao's side eyes said, "Mrs. Zhou, what do you have there? ”

Cold Iris sniffed a glance in her hand, and she ran so fast that she forgot to put down his inner vault.

She really wanted to... slap herself.

“Mrs. Chow, why is your face so red? Are you going to take my inner vault and plot against me? Actually, you don't have to be so troublesome. Come up if you want...”

“Shut up!” She smashed the inner vault of her hand hard on him.

Zhou Yao reached out to catch it. “Tsk, Mrs Zhou, you need to change your temper. I really look forward to seeing you as a bird...”

Cold Iris no longer wanted to talk to him. Afraid she would go crazy, she turned around and washed all her clothes by the faucet, then cleaned them up, and she stood there to dry them.

She made up her mind. She's leaving tonight!

She'll never be with this man again.

Zhou Yao looked at the amazing figure of the woman outside the door. He loved her like this. He opened his sharp paws like a wildcat, but could not jump on him.

He was also bored, lying on the bed feeling his whole body was ruined, and his eyes streamed across the woman's back.

Her waist is so thin, he barely holds it in his palm, and her honey butt, like the old man said, is to have a son at first glance, he closed his eyes to taste last year on Lujia lawn, it tastes good!

He rolled down his throat and the ghost got the devil out of bed.

He doesn't care about that leg injury.

Cold Iris dried the last piece of clothing and was about to turn around, as two powerful arms circled over her waist and carried her directly into her arms.

She stagnated and Lipton's nose smelled a rich, masculine smell, with a little disinfectant water, but could not hide his compelling masculinity.

She struggled quickly, "Do what? Let go!”

“Where's Pine?” He clamped her tight and closed his eyes and smelled the scent on her hair.

“Zhou Yao, you better not get in the footsteps! ”

“If you let me in, promise me enough..." He kissed her little face gently.

He's really embarrassed to say such a... nasty thing.

Cold Iris finds the hole in his right wrist and squeezes it hard, "Release! Or you'll lose your hand! ”

Zhou Yao felt numb on his wrist. He raised his hands and surrendered. "Relax, someone is watching. ”

Cold eagle looked up, only saw a black sedan driving in the distance, the back window of the sedan slid down, revealing the face of Chief Yang, Chief Yang did not look here, but coughed heavily, meaning to draw their attention to the image.

Taking into account the presence of outsiders, she loosened his wrist.

But the next second spinning day after day, she had been carried by a man on her shoulder, Zhou Yaohaha laughed, "Mrs. Zhou, spring and night are short, let's go back to sleep. ”

He accentuated the sound on "sleep."

The frozen face was about to bleed, and she even heard Yang's prolonged curse, "Son of a bitch! ”

……

Cold gills were thrown on the queen bed, her hands held up and she remembered, when Zhou Yao fell down and pressed her back against her knees.

“Zhou Yao, what the hell do you want... Hmm!” Her red lips were blocked, and the man grabbed a strong kiss off her lips, snatching her breath away.

“Kiss you.” His evil breath.

Cold eagle glared, he half-bound his eyebrows, that thick hard long eyelashes poked under her soft eye socket, he licked her lips and began to weigh in, trying to snap her teeth off.

She was angry, but she bit his lip directly with her teeth.

The sweet smell of blood immediately spread in the mouth of both of them. Zhou Yao left her lips and looked at her with her hand. She held his palm hard and whispered, "What spring pills did you take? ”

Looking at her mark as a stunning five official, Zhou Yao's eyes became red, "Mrs. Zhou, don't you really understand that about men and women? Three months of boredom, don't you think? Give it to me, I'll make you happy! ”

The red on Cold Iris's face is fading away, asshole. What does he think of her?

She reached down to him quickly. Zhou Yao did not expect her to do this. The entire core became numb. His barrier muscles loosened. Cold Iris pulled his right leg back and kicked it directly into his injured right leg.

“Knock," he broke.

He lowered his curse and let her go.

Damn, this woman is so strong!

"If you are really thirsty and want to exasperate the beast, you are advised to find someone else! ”

Her figure quickly disappeared into sight.

Zhou Yao turned back to the bed. He stared at the ceiling and opened his thumb and index finger with his hands up. He stood on both sides of the temple. What did he just do?

After 27 years, even his elder brother laughed at him as a monk, deliberately approaching him, selling a mess in front of him, and slipping into his nest, many of them more stunning than her, he didn't look.

But just now...

He admitted that he was moving and probably said some assholes, a knife on the head of the color, he understood this for the first time, just now... he was a little out of control, too anxious...

He asked himself, "It's really boring. Is that why you think?"

No, it's not.

His mind was always echoing yesterday in the back hill, smiling at him before she disappeared, and he admitted that his steadfast heart had broken a stitch at that time, and a light had broken into him in an unstoppable position.

He had feelings for her.

I don't know what it feels like, but it always makes him itchy.

He closed his eyes, stretched his tongue and licked his dry lips. Damn, he was still so upset.

He pulled the quilt randomly and smoked a few tissues. How long has it been since he's had a hand?

A little frequent lately.