My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

The cold weather was boring all day. Night life seemed busy, busy talking to the Russians. Zhou Yao had never heard from him, and did not know what was going on with him.

Waiting times are always the hardest.

At night, the only consolation of Cold Iris was that Han Xuan's mood stabilized and she started eating, but people were more silent than usual.

At this special time, she could only stand behind Zhou Yao in silence. Han Xuan's challenge was accepted. In fact, she had prepared herself since the moment she decided to stay with Zhou Yao.

Han Xuan's burden, if she can't get rid of it, then she will face it with him.

She has always been frank and straightforward, and she doesn't regret making good decisions.

Showered in the bathroom, she climbed into bed, and today she was wearing his white shirt, very loose, reaching out to untie the two buttons on her collar, and she looked at the wounds on her chest.

Half a month later, her wound was completely healed and the scar also returned, but it left a light pink mark. The other day, Big Brother gave her a vial of ointment, saying that it was odd to remove the marks. She applied it for two nights. It was true that the light pink mark was lighter, so you had to look carefully before you could see it.

She opened the ointment and applied a little more.

Just wiped, then "bang”, the door of the room kicked open, a cold air poured in.

Cold eagle quickly covered his chest and looked towards the door. Zhou Yao returned.

Her eyes lit up and at the same time she said, “What are you kicking in the door for, your hand? ”

She glanced at her and buttoned her shirt.

The door of the room was closed and the man arrived in front of the bed at once, with little sign of a struggle on his body and no injuries, despite the smell of a servant in his eyebrows.

“Got anybody?” She asked.

“Well, I got caught, I've been imprisoned, I just talked to Yukiya and the Russians, and the conversation went well, and Han Xuan will be released early tomorrow morning, and that private doctor will be taken back to Russia awaiting investigation and trial. ”

Cold Iris relieved greatly, and he was always on the right track.

“Congratulations, Major General Chow...” She looked up.

This raised his head and saw a man with tall legs standing by the bed, his individual too tall, blocking all the light, and at this moment he was staring down at her chest.

Cold Iris's face blushed and quickly climbed into the bed, "What are you looking at? Can't you be serious? ”

Just climbed in, she wanted to fall asleep, and then she stepped behind her, and the man's heavy body leaned over and snapped her shoulder from behind, "Wearing my shirt? ”

Without turning back, the shadows of the two overlapped the wall, she glanced, his slight side face staring at her, and she immediately felt her skin burning.

“Oh, I'm gonna apply the pills, so I borrowed your shirt and put it on. You're not gonna be so mean, are you?” She wanted to switch to a lighter topic.

The man's rough palm slipped from her shoulder to her chest, and he didn't answer her, he just cared about what he cared, "Where did the medicine go? Let me see.”

Then he unbuttoned her shirt.

“Hey, Chow Yao, what are you doing? Just come back and do it manually.” She stopped him quickly.

At this time, a strong arm stretched over her soft waist and held her tight in her arms. Zhou Yao buried his head in her hair and rubbed it, rubbing it not resembling enough and kissing the delicate skin behind her ears. He laughed low and hoarse. "I just came back from the outside and saw your clothes half untied as soon as I opened the door. Aren't you attractive? ”

Where did she break her shirt? She just unbuttoned two buttons, okay?

You blame someone else for not doing the right thing?

“I heard Han Xuan had dinner today. Did you talk to her? ”

He found out so quickly, it seems Xiao Zhi reported to him, Cold Iris picked a willow brow, “Why, are you afraid that I would talk to her to stimulate her, can't help it? ”

Then his earlobes ached, and he bit her gently, and he laughed, "Little thing with a hard, soft mouth! ”

He clutched her around her like a child with two strong arms, “I missed the day and you were all over my head. ”

Smelling the smell of a man familiar to him, Cold Iris pulled up a sweet smile, and she patted his big hand, "Don't talk too much, let me go, go and take a bath. Are you dirty? ”

“Dirty is clothes. My body is not dirty. Should I take my clothes off?” He let her go, and then he took off his clothes.

“Hey," Cold Iris quickly turned around and glanced at him, "If you don't play hooliganism, you'll die? ”

The two eyes collided and Zhou Yao stared at her with a burning eye. He didn't say anything. He was out on a mission on the day. She was all over his head.

The servant came back to tell him that this morning she had spoken to Han Xuan, and then Han Xuan started eating. Yue had to eat with her. She refused...

It's not a hard, soft little thing. Don't say anything you don't want. In fact, you can take his words as an order, so good.

He never thought he'd like a woman before, or what type of woman he'd like until he met her.

He likes simple, clean, unmade women like her.

He likes to know as much as she does that he supports him and quietly accompanies his woman.

Of course, he prefers to be like her when he returns from a mission, where she sits in bed and waits for the woman he loves.

Cold Iris felt that his eyes were particularly hot today, melting like a round of sunlight, and she kicked him with her legs and chased him, "Go take a bath. ”

The next second her toe was snapped by the man's palm, he pulled her directly onto his thigh, she didn't sit still and listened to him hissing, “Mrs. Zhou, when are we round? ”

Cold Iris's face is red. He's freaking out. What's going on in his head?

“Go away!” She stretched her palm to his shoulder.

He didn't hide, got slapped, backed away a little, but his hand snapped her hips and wouldn't let her go, "Enough? ”

Cold Iris didn't expect him to avoid it. She used seven layers of force and didn't know if he was in pain. Her heart suddenly caught up.

Zhou Yao wrapped her little hand in his palm and squeezed it a few times. He leaned over and kissed her red lip, muttering, "Mrs. Zhou, do you know that women's hands can be used on men in addition to fighting? ”

He put her little hand on his metal belt.

When Cold Eden understood what he meant, she refused, shrinking back, “Don't do this, I... I'm not ready for this...”

Zhou Yao kissed her hot little face, half impatient and half forced to fool her, “I didn't do anything about you. I just borrowed your five girls. Now there is a word called trial marriage, let's try it first, see if I satisfy you, huh? ”

Cold Iris, …