My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

What's he talking about?

She was ashamed and angry at the many images of children not suitable in her mind, and the man uttered an unlimited number of words.

“Zhou Yao!” She's gonna get mad.

“Here he is." He took her straight to a clothing store.

The guide greeted him with enthusiasm, "Sir, ma'am, what can I get you? ”

Zhou Yao loosened her shoulder and looked around, "Buy my wife some... skirts. ”

Cold Iris was still angry, but the guide shopper could not seize her, now listen to him easily spit out the “dress” two people, her eyes changed, she knew the man was not feeling well.

“I don't want it!” She was not angry.

Zhou Yao looked back and looked at her with a smile. "My wife doesn't seem to be happy with the dress here. Don't you have any prettier clothes? ”

As soon as he said this, the guide purchaser became more enthusiastic and hard-working, "Miss, our clothes are designed and made by famous British masters. The styles are novel and fashionable. For example, this dress is a big sale style in early spring. It's very hot, and this one is very fashion worn. It's as beautiful as the length of the lady, and the body is so good, you can manage either one. ”

The shopper thought about it and handed a dress to Cold Iris, "Miss, you must look beautiful in this dress. Now please try it in the dressing room. ”

The guide made a "please” gesture.

Cold Iris can no longer resist the enthusiastic offense of the guide shopper. She complained and glanced at Zhou Yao. Zhou Yao only picked a sword brow and smiled brilliantly at her.

Neither did she go in, nor did she go back. She reached out to pick up her dress, and she went into the dressing room exhaled.

The man is too cunning.

She hit him again.

Ten minutes later, Cold Iris swallowed herself out of the dressing room and glanced at her clothes. She felt unwell.

Lifting her head, she saw Zhou Yao standing in front of the landing window.

The man, one meter and nine tall, had a black shirt on his upper body, black slim pants underneath, he had wide shoulders and a narrow waist, he had no excess muscle, he had a fake model standing on his right hand, he stood beside him and pressed the model down, his hands wiped his pants pockets, he looked boringly out through the floor window, had attracted a lot of girls' attention.

Cold Iris snorted in his heart and looked like a pretty expensive man, but privately he was so insincere, he liked to play hooliganism.

The word "Crown Beast” describes him.

Nevertheless, Cold Iris looked at him twice more.

And the guide came up and said, "Miss, are you out? Wow, you look great in that dress. ”

Zhou Yao snorted back. Cold Iris saw his eyes fall on her. She was very cautious and nothing was right, but his eyes were slightly burned.

“Mrs. Chow, you look better in a dress.” He slackened Ying's back against the glass and complimented her with words.

She was wearing a white silk shirt with a black skirt at the waist, not a gorgeous color, but she was lined up like a charming, innocent fairy.

Zhou Yao's eyes flowed over her two slender, tight legs, and fell on her indifferent and stunning five officials. How could she tell him not to see hormones soar?

Cold Iris still disliked it, and she turned to the dressing room, “I went to change it. ”

By the time she came out again, Zhou Yao had already settled the bill in front of the counter. The shopper handed him the bag and smiled, “Sir, miss, take your time. ”

Zhou Yao reached out to her.

Cold Iris walked over and put his little hand in his palm, and he took her away.

……

They walked into the mall corridor and frowned, “How did you buy that dress? I wouldn't wear it. ”

“Mrs. Zhou, the woman is a pleaser. It's a waste of time if you don't wear a dress. Show me later.” He covered her ears with a low grin.

“No, I'm not! You can look at whoever you want.” She dumped him and left.

“Mrs. Chow.” He grabbed her slender arm, then flashed, half-hugging her into a remote corner, and as she moved, his tall body overturned and pressed her directly.

“Let go. This is the mall. Someone will see it.” She was in a hurry, pushing him hard.

I don't know what went wrong with him, but he hugged her so vaguely in the public, it was like she could always see a couple of rolling lawns when she was passing the lawn before, and she was particularly embarrassed.

First, no quality, second, no money?

Now that she's with him, she's going to be like this.

Zhou Yao stretched out her long index finger and curled her hair, sniffing and sniffing it between her nose and wings. "No one will pass through here, because there is no way forward. ”

- What? - What?

There's no way forward. Then why did he bring her here?

“Zhou Yao, why are you so bad?” She hammered him with her little fist.

Zhou Yao loosened her hair and wrapped her little fist in the palm of his hand. He was in good shape, so half pressed her and trapped her whole person directly in his chest. The two faces were very close together. He glanced and kissed her on the tip of the nose, "I just wanted to be bad for you. ”

Cold Iris' legs suddenly feel a little soft, this man has a bad stomach and likes to talk.

“Show me your dress later, huh? You don't know how beautiful and pretty you look in your dress. It's like...”

- What is it?

She's waiting for him next.

“Like nothing on.” He kissed her red lips and mumbled.

Cold earlobes burned quickly. She couldn't listen to what he said. I'm afraid his soldiers didn't believe that their Major Zhou would be such a person.

“Let go!” She pushed him, but her voice was stained with delicacy.

Love is a wonderful thing, because it can change a person and make them no longer like they were.

“Kiss me.” He pinched her mandible with two fingers, and his fingers were rough, painful and numb on her delicate skin.

He always made these irrational demands, and Cold Iris was anxious to break free, so he leaned back and kissed his cheek.

And he didn't move, "Wrong kiss. Kiss again. ”

“You!” Cold Iris said, looking into his hidden, bright black eyes. She felt her voice dry and her little hand slid down and grabbed the shirt between his waist. She raised her head and kissed his thin lips.

It was no longer possible to go back. The man pinched her jaw fingers and moved down, holding her pink neck gently open with his wide right palm, and then pressed her head against the wall, forcing her to kiss him in the position he had shouldered with his head up.

In this uncomfortable position, he took full control of her, and the man dominated the desire to control.