My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

On the streets of Hong Kong, there is a black luxury version of the car that runs like an arrow, and Zhou Yao has stepped the throttle to the bottom.

He was angry, and he hated one person in his life, the scorpion, and now another woman, Cold Iris, he couldn't help but go back and strangle her.

The bridge goes back to the bridge, the road goes back to the road, right? Well, he's not too rare. She's right, they're just a fake marriage and cheating on people.

Did she think he had to haunt her? If he hadn't... if he hadn't seen her look beautiful and tall, he wouldn't have bothered to look at her!

He's been single too long, empty.

He glanced at his face through the rearview mirror, with a clear slap print on his right face, and she struck him with no mercy.

He closed his eyes, a sharp brake sounded and he stopped on the side of the road.

He gasped twice in the chest and slowly opened his eyes, hitting the steering wheel, turning the car around.

No, he's going back to find her!

He wanted to ask why, why she shook his face somehow, why she suddenly had to draw a line with him, he clearly... saw in her eyes... faint... meaning.

He thought she was the same as him, and the same two people were alone on this deserted road for a long time, and suddenly one day they met each other, and at that moment they felt... heartbeat.

He moved his heart.

She just looked at her cold eyes in her upstairs room, and she still moved him.

After all, it's been days.

Soon after, the car parked at the front door of the cold-blooded villa, Zhou Yao looked up, coincidentally the villa door opened and a figure came out.

Zhou Yao looked at the figure. She wore a light grey thick sweater, a black tight pants underneath and a large white scarf around her neck came out.

Zhou Yao looked at her back. Instead of swelling her body, the thick sweater made her more slender and smooth. Her dark hair tied into a tall ponytail. Her pure and sophisticated five officials were like ordinary girls.

Who'd have thought she was so stubborn?

It's late. Where is she going?

Zhou Yao drove behind her.

She was bored and bored, and she felt uncomfortable staying in the room because she was going to be stunned, so she came out to get some air and hang out.

She walked a few blocks to the bustling streets with lots of snacks.

She looked around and glanced and found what she loved, the candy gourd.

When she was very young, she saw that other children had moms to hug her, but she didn't. She went back to cry with Daddy, who cared for her and bought her a bunch of candy gourds.

At that time, Dad said, "Yuki, if you want your mother in the future, eat a bunch of sugar gourd, which tastes like your mother, sweet and sweet."

In fact, Dad was so dumb, he only saw a layer of sugar wrapped outside the candy gourd. He didn't even know it was hawthorn, very sour hawthorn.

Like she's in the mood.

Zhou Yao parked the luxury car on the side of the road and the window slipped down. He branched his left hand on the frame, clamping a cigarette in his sharp fingers. He smoked a cigarette and lit the ashes lazily.

The neon lamp in the bustling street projected half bright and half dark on his face, his five officers appeared deep and charming, his eyes narrowed, and he looked at the woman in the mirror.

What did she have in her hand, the candy gourd?

He laughed heartlessly.

That's what kids eat. Why does she eat that?

He watched as she carefully removed the film from the outside and the red stuffed candy gourd came out, she did not bite, but stretched out her little pink tongue to lick it.

Don't want to eat like that.

Oh, the wild in front of him is so hard to tame, so good in front of a bunch of candy gourds?

He raised his head slightly, smoked a cigarette, and threw out the smoke and his raised sexy throat rolled a few times, thinking about the image of her just licking her tongue, he couldn't help but tie her up and press her under his crotch.

He hasn't done it, but he's been watching it since he was a child, about 14 years old, and mature men can't stand the stimulus in their eyes.

When his strength slowed down, he looked at her again. She had already eaten a candy gourd and was biting the second one. Her mouth was small and the full gourd was missing a small piece.

Her delicate chews were chewing, her tender red lips were bright red, she was satisfied with her food, and the chill on her face retreated, like a satisfied child.

Zhou Yao's eyes stretched on her face. A little softness appeared in his handsome eyebrows. In fact, she knew nothing but to fight.

Isn't that just a kid who didn't grow up?

Walking down a street, a string of candy gourds was resolved, and Cold Iris threw the remaining garbage into the trash can.

When she turned around and left, an old man suddenly wrestled in front of her, "Miss, why did you... hit me? Oops, my leg hurts. ”

Zhou Yao did not expect to see the touching porcelain here. This porcelain also made her bump into it. He intended to look at it coldly, but the motion preceded consciousness. He stood up straight to open the door and tossed the cigarette butt at the bottom of his foot, and he walked towards her.

Cold Iris also knew that she had met the one touching porcelain. She snorted and lifted her feet and left.

At this time, the old man grabbed her pants and feet. “Miss, don't go. If you hit me, my leg is about to be broken. Oops, it hurts. Help! Someone hit someone...”

Gradually, the gaze of the passers-by was attracted.

For this scoundrel, Cold Iris wanted to kick over, and then a sweeping laugh sounded in his ear, "Sir, are you hurt? I'm a doctor, take a look. ”

Somebody bend over and touch the old man's legs.

The old man met an insider, and he waved in panic, "No, no, I'm fine, I'll go first. ”

The elderly fled in desolation.

So he stood up slowly and looked at Cold Iris, and he laughed, "Iris, remember me? Long time no see. ”

Cold stared at the man in front of her, white sweater, black slim pants, and he looked clean like the beautiful son described in the book, and all her memories went backwards.

When she went to China, there was a new neighbor next door, there was a big boy in the neighbor's house, she played a good violin, and every day when she went to school, she passed through his floor window, she could see him sitting in front of the piano playing an elegant song.

Later, after school, he learned that he was her senior, that all the girls were seniors, that the grades were excellent, that the sun was warm and handsome and elegant.

It was the beginning of her love trail, and if you want to ask her what type she likes, this is the one.

Later on, however, he transferred to Beijing and became the son of a high-ranking official.

Though he was gone, her memory was rated, and her youth diary, next door, was in the middle of the night.