My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Cold smell raised his head, this head crashed into Zhou Yao's shiny black eyes, just after washing, he wore a black shirt, black casual trousers, smooth short hair a bit wet, his body clear and expensive, just shaved his beard, his whole five officials looked handsome.

At this moment he was looking at her tenderly, not knowing how long he had been looking, and his eyes were unblended with tenderness.

Can see the souffle in a person's heart.

Cold Iris glanced and opened his eyes.

Mother Zhou noticed the atmosphere between the two, she quickly got up and gave Zhou Yao a look, "Zhou Yao, you are just in time, Mom is going to go back to the grocery cooker for lunch soup, you come to feed the porridge. ”

“Well, okay.” Zhou Yao took the bowl in Mrs. Zhou's hand.

Mother Zhou ordered Cold Iris to say a few more words, then turned around and left.

As soon as she left, there were only two people left in the ward. A piece collapsed by the bed. Zhou Yao sat down. He picked half a spoon of rice congee and handed it to her lips, softening his voice, "Open your mouth. ”

Cold eagles draped his eyelashes open and drank the porridge he had fed.

He fed a few more bites, she ate quietly, neither of them spoke, suddenly Zhou Yao dropped the spoon, and he reached out his right hand to touch her face.

She's stuck, struggling.

“Don't move, you have a grain of rice in your mouth.” He talks.

The Cold Iris had to stop moving.

She stopped. Zhou Yao's active fingers twiced the delicate skin on her face with her fingers. She was raw and stunning. Even when she moved her little mouth to eat porridge, it was lovely and pitiful.

Cold Iris didn't know if there were any rice grains in her mouth, she just felt his palms linger on her cheeks for a long time, her skin was slightly cold, his palms were wide and warm.

When she was about to move, Zhou Yao left step by step. He continued to feed the porridge, “Open your mouth. ”

Cold Iris's long eyelashes trembled for a moment. If he didn't notice anything wrong just now, he gently rubbed her lips when his palms left her...

……

Cold Eden will be discharged in the afternoon. Zhou Yao will go through the discharge formalities.

When she returned to the ward, Cold Iris had gotten out of bed, and she stood by the window in a thin blue and white strip, because she could not see her face behind her back and did not know what she was thinking at the moment, in short, her back was very... lonely.

Zhou Yao quickly went forward, “How did you get out of bed? It's not possible to get out of bed yet, okay? ”

He lifted her across the bed.

Sitting beside the bed, a man with long legs squatted down in front of her. He took a pair of soft cotton shoes and put them on her feet. “Go back and sit on the moon. You can only rest in the room for the first half of the month. Don't get out of bed! ”

She can see the lines in his outline from her angle, and he should be serious by now, and the whole line looks a little sharp.

She did not speak, he got up after putting on his shoes, took his black coat and wrapped her tight, left her with a small head, put on a hat for her, he was going to hold her across, “Go, we're going home. ”

“Hey," she reached out and pushed his chest, "I want to be in a wheelchair. ”

It means don't give him a hug.

Zhou Yao glanced at her and hugged her, "The wheelchair in the hospital was nervous and exhausted, so you had to give me a hug. ”

Don't open your face, don't want to ignore him.

He's a serious bullshit.

“The car is down there, I'll take you home, and we'll be staying at Big Brother's villa first this month. ”

Cold Iris, is he making a concession?

He knew she didn't want to go back to Zhou's house, so he took her back to his brother.

“Mom is going to take care of you, I pushed you, I took a month off, I'm not going anywhere this month, I'll take care of you, tell me what you want to eat, I'll think about it. ”

……

Zhou Yao placed her on a soft queen bed as she returned to her luxurious villa.

Reach out and take off the hat on her head. Her hair was a little messy, so he sat next to her with a wooden comb to help her comb her hair. "Mom said that she could not take a bath or wash her hair this month. Although it was a bit difficult, the rules were a little good, and she would not fall ill later. ”

Cold Iris did not speak.

Zhou Yao combed her hair. Her hair was dark and slippery. The comb could slide down on her hair. He couldn't help but wrap his long index finger around her hair and sniff it under his nose.

Cold Iris doesn't have to look back to know what he's doing. He seems to have a crush.

She moved aside, pulling away from each other.

Her little move, Zhou Yao naturally realized, he had no expression, loosened her long hair, and he asked softly, “What do you want to eat at night? How about some fish soup? ”

She has no opinion.

“If you don't tell me, I'll assume you agree. I'm going to cook now, you take a break. ”

Zhou Yao walked out.

……

He really drinks fish soup at night, black fish soup, his craftsmanship is very good, he can fry a plate of any dish and work out his survival skills all year round.

He removed the fish thorns one by one, then sent the delicious meat to her mouth and ate it with a cold raven.

The phone in his trouser pocket rang several times and he didn't answer it.

“You have a phone. ”

Zhou Yao pulled up his lips and smiled. “Did you talk to me? I thought you'd leave me alone. ”

Cold Iris, …

She ignored him, ate a dinner with his hands, and eventually he didn't answer the phone.

Packing up the plates in the kitchen, he quickly returned, rolling up his sleeves, went to the bathroom and poured a basin of hot water, then wiped her face with a towel.

Cold Iris went to pick up the towel and wanted to wipe it himself, but he wouldn't let it, "Ma said," your hands can't touch the water. ”

“I didn't touch the water. ”

“But towels are wet. ”

Cold Iris, …

Well, she let go.

Zhou Yao wiped her face and paused. His hands went down along her face to unbuckle her.

Cold Iris pressed and looked up at him.

Zhou Yao picked his eyebrows, “You can't take a bath, but wipe your body. ”

“I'll do it myself. ”

“No.”

Cold Iris glanced at him.

“You can do it yourself, but...” He leaned down and laughed down at her face, “I'm going to sleep in this room too, you sleep in bed, I sleep on the couch. ”

Turns out he moved this mind.

Cold Iris didn't want to talk to him, but she found that he always had a way to mobilize her emotions, and the more plain she was, the more he forced her, the thicker her face wasn't.

She turned her back.

Zhou Yao threw the clean towel and handed it to her. She took the towel and unbuttoned it. He was in the back, so she wiped her body under cover.

Women tend to be the hottest men at this time. Zhou Yao looked at her twice and then turned his back on herself. "We sleep in one room much better, you can call me if you want, I'll serve you 24 hours a day. ”