My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

After dinner, the whole Zhou family house was trapped in silence. The night came and it was time to sleep.

Cold gills slept on the couch, covered a thin quilt, closed her eyes, but she couldn't sleep, and her ears kept swinging back at what the man had said.

He's lying on his bed, she can't hear him breathing, she doesn't know if he's asleep or not. Is he sleepless like her?

During the night, the frozen iron stood up and she walked to the bed to look at it, only to see the man in the bed sweating, she reached up and touched it, he had a fever.

The doctor rushed over and gave him an injection because of the high fever caused by the wound infection and the fact that men were not sick for many years, but when they got sick and scared people, the temperature almost went up to 42.

“Mrs. Zhou, Major General Zhou will have a fever later. This is the key in the middle of the night. Mrs. Zhou can put a towel on Major General's forehead. When Major General wakes up, he must drink more water.” The doctor ordered.

“Okay, thank you, Doctor. ”

The doctor walked out.

Cold Iris put a cold towel on the man's forehead, but he was lying on his back. How can I put it? I couldn't help it. Cold Iris sat beside the bed, holding it by his hand.

Every minute of the day passes, and it soon arrives in the morning, and the sleepless, cold iris leans on the bed, a little sleepy.

At this time, a large, hot palm pressed her small hand and directly lowered her hand and towel. Zhou Yao lifted his eyelid weakly, "What are you doing? ”

Cold Iris opened her eyes and the lights in the room were dusky, infecting her voice lines with softness, "I put a towel on you, but it always dropped. ”

Zhou Yao lost her temper and she glanced, "Can't you put a cloth on my head or something? ”

Oh, yeah.

Cold Iris's eyes lit up.

Zhou Yao's face was pale and his short hair on his forehead was soaked with sweat beads, which made him look wet, but his hair thread was still clear and he looked cold and cold on weekdays.

Cold eagle glanced at him, somehow she thought he looked very sick, like your son.

“I'll get you a glass of water.” She got up to pour water.

Passing the cup to his lips, she softened her voice, "The doctor tells you to drink more, drink more. ”

Zhou Yao moved for a moment. I wondered if it was due to his physical discomfort. He frowned directly. Plus, this standing position was not suitable for drinking water. He waved his hand. "Get off! ”

Cold Iris is laughing. Why is he so childish when he's sick?

“No, you have to drink water so the fever goes down fast.” She insisted.

He looked up at her, not angry, "How can I drink? You feed me? ”

It was supposed to be a tantrum, but the eyes were opposite, and I didn't know who had a spark in their eyes.

“You feed me!” He replaced the question he had just made with a positive one.

“Beautiful! No, pull it down!” Cold Iris turned around and left, and she felt a little burning on her face.

But her wrist was snapped again, the man pulled her into bed again, he slightly flanked himself, not pressing the wound, but he looked at her face to face, glanced at the cup in her hand, looked at her red lips again, and he urged, “Feed me! ”

How do you do that?

“Unhygienic!” She won't.

“I don't dislike you. ”

Cold Iris: …

This man!

“If you don't feed me, I won't drink. Anyway, I'm sick. If you serve me, you serve me one day when I'm sick...”

“Come on, I'll feed you.” It took a long time for her to take a sip of water, and she sent her red lips up.

Zhou Yao enjoyed her initiative because his lips were very dry and his red lips were moisturized like marshmallows, just to quench his thirst.

Drink a sip of water, she's leaving, he didn't let it, he just opened his mouth and covered her lips.

“Hmm!” Cold Iris glared.

Zhou Yao closed his eyes and tasted her sweetness. The silly woman stared at him and forgot to bite his teeth. He slipped in and grabbed her. Her body was trembling and he held her directly in his arms.

Cold eagle, knew he would do this, cheap to come without taking possession, hooliganism.

She reached out and hammered him.

He ignored his comfort, injured the sick man's lips and teeth very hard, like her mouth was jelly, he sucked hard, not long later, she felt her lips numb.

This woman is better than ever. Zhou Yao slightly loosened her up and should kiss her as a pecker. “What's so good about that night escape? ”

Cold Iris is laughing. When did this happen? Why does he still think of Night's Eve?

“Isn't it just a long, warm sunshine, what kind of gentleman is graceful, what's the use of this? He can only fool little girls. Keep your eyes open. I'm a thousand times better than him. ”

Cold Iris wants to laugh, this narcissistic, arrogant man.

That's when he kissed her snowy little earlobes, "Be good to me, huh? ”

With me?

It was the first time he had said something so straightforward to her.

“Did you hear that?” Seeing her unresponsive, he opened his mouth and bit her earlobes, lowly threatening, "If you dare to be nice to him, I won't make you feel better! ”

He didn't even use the threat.

Are other men like him?

Cold Iris pushed him away and stuffed the cup in his arms, "Drink yourself, I'm going to bed. ”

She lay on the couch again.

Zhou Yao looked at the shadow in the sofa and drank the warm water in the cup with a big mouth. “Hey, Cold Iris, I'm not kidding. You made me rush to do anything. If you really ran away with the night, I would drive my car to the night home like a tank. You will not have a good life. ”

Cold Iris closed her eyes and listened to the man rude but... hegemonic words, she slowly snapped her lips.

……

Zhou Yao's injuries were good. He could get out of bed on the third day. He didn't see his people when he woke up in the morning. He still didn't see his people after breakfast.

She's strange. Where did he go?

Then a maid ran over and said, "Young lady, the young master is waiting for you on the lawn in the back garden, the young master told you to go quickly. ”

What the hell is he doing?

Cold eagle went to the lawn in the back garden.

At this time, Zhou Yao walked over wearing a dark grey thin V-shirt. He also held a beautiful kite and stuffed it in her hand, "Here you go. ”

Cold Iris quickly dragged into the line of the kite, and she twisted her eyebrows, “What are you doing? ”

“How do you speak? Don't girls like to fly kites? I'll take you to fly kites. ”

Flying kites?

Cold Iris suddenly caught her. She hasn't played kites since she was a kid. Besides, isn't this man free to panic? What kind of kites do you take her to? Is this what the two of them do?

They're both hands with guns.