My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Cold Iris glanced at the cold face, “Brother, you don't know anything about that woman, you don't know her face, you don't know where she is, how do you find needles in the sea? ”

“Hmm, who says I don't know anything, that woman has a tattoo on her! ”

“Tattoos? Where is it?"

“In…” the cold-blooded words stopped, and he looked up unhappy at the cold-blooded iron, “you don't have to know this. Anyway, if that woman showed up in front of me, I would have recognized her at a glance! ”

Cold lights shine in the eyes of the cold-blooded.

Many men forget the look of each other overnight, not to mention the fact that the brother is still hungover, but the big brother is so “mindful of the woman”, the cold eagle can only sigh one sigh --- the fate.

“Zhiyi, there's something going on in T City lately, I'll stay here for a while, I live in Yangshan District, if you need me. ”

“Okay.” Cold Iris nodded.

……

After Cold Howe left, Cold Iris went to bed. At morning, she suddenly opened her eyes and the agent's intuition made her acutely aware of someone in the room.

Her right hand quietly moved to the edge of the bed, and she looked to her side. There was indeed a man standing beside the bed, with black short-sleeves and camouflage military pants, carrying a bag in her hand, looking like a servant.

“You!” She quickly bounced off the bed and sat up.

But the man was faster, and the shadow shook in front of him, and he'd come up, "Wildcat, where are you running, huh? ”

She didn't want to run, it was just that he came back so suddenly, he didn't turn on the light, stood in front of her bed like a ghost, let people look at it and they were willing to test it.

“Let go!” She stretched out her right palm to hit him in the chest.

“Bitch!” He clamped her slender wrist against his back and twisted it hard.

“Hiss." Cold Iris hurts a sweat.

Zhou Yao moved quickly and lightly. The pair of eyes, painted like a night pearl in the dark, approached her, "Are you hurt? ”

“Mind your own business!” She lifted her feet and kicked him in the crotch.

“Can we kick in here? If I do, who gives you happiness? ”

Filthy language!

She continued to kick him.

Zhou Yao kneeled on one knee on the bed and pressed her thin leg with her knee. Cold Iris's upper body was about to move again. He had to tie her hand too, and now she couldn't move.

“Son of a bitch, what are you tying me for? Let go! ”

“Don't move, I'll see where you get hurt.” He clamped her moving shoulders.

Cold Iris didn't want him to look, she snorted and opened her head hard.

Zhou Yao looked down at her and looked at her. Today she wore his white shirt. The wide shirt material wrapped around her slender body, her legs showing, white and long.

“Wear my shirt?” He reached out and touched her face.

“Don't do it, or I'll ruin you! ”

“Okay, I'll wait for you to scrap it.” He glanced deeply as he found a blood stain under her shirt collar at the tip of his eyes.

“Are you hurt here? Did that soldier hurt you? See if you can do it again! ”

“Oh, what can I do? You are lying half-dead in bed. Your Miss Xuan is in Scorpion's hands. At least we can work together. I have the beauty of adulthood. I will bring Miss Xuan back to you myself. You should be happy...” Cold Iris suddenly screamed because he leaned over and kissed her wound.

Both sat, but he was tall, and when he kissed her, he stabbed her cold, hard, short hair on her chin, on her cheek... she felt itchy and turned her head to hide.

He rushed back, his lips were dry, a layer of skin, and the rough touch was drawn from her delicate skin, and she was raised with pink particles.

“Hey, Chow Yao, get the fuck out of here!” She cursed.

Zhou Yao did not speak, only kissed. He restrained his eyebrows and kissed her down from under her collarbone. A voice kept telling him that this woman was injured for you!

Cold Iris can't escape. “Zhou Yao, get your dirty mouth off me. If you want to kiss someone else, I will definitely unload eight pieces of you. No more kissing...”

Cold Iris's face was about to bleed, and her wounds slipped all the way to her right chest, so she didn't wear underwear because of the injuries.

She believed he saw everything.

“Hey, Zhou Yao, close your dog's eyes and don't look! ”

Your chest is cold...

“Zhou Yao, dare you! ”

“Zhou Yao, you... ah! ”

Bearing this man who is already buried in her chest...

Shortly thereafter, her shirt beneath was lifted and a rough big palm penetrated.

Cold Iris raised her head, the blues in her beautiful neck revealed, the room was quiet, her face was red and white, she had never been treated like this, her eyes were quickly bullied out tears...

It was sour in her heart, she had never been bullied since she grew up, but since I met him, she seemed to have met Ke Xing, he made fun of her, and he was confused with her...

She really hates a man like him, and it's different from the type she likes, but if she feels for him, her... body feels for him as well.

Soon Zhou Yao couldn't hold on. His left palm wrapped her tightly behind her waist into his arms. He buried his face deep into her hair and sniffed it obsessively.

“Go away!” Cold Iris wants to get rid of him.

“I warn you, don't move any more. I can't stand it any longer.” He exhaled turbid hot air and gasped heavily in his chest.

“Humph!” she whimpered coldly, side by side.

Zhou Yao kissed her earlobes and felt very well, causing him to kiss her cheek. When he reached the wet spot, he opened his eyes and saw two drops of crystalline tears hanging from her cheek.

He pulled up his lips, "Crying? ”

Cold Iris ignored him.

Zhou Yao stretched out his fingers and pulled her tiny jaw hard, forcing her to look at him, "Why are you crying? Still grieving? You serve me. That's the Bible and the earth! ”