My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Zhou Yao changed his shoes and took a few steps. He looked at the little face in front of him and pulled up his lip corner and lowered his voice. “Why, don't you like me coming back so early? ”

“No...” When I saw him, the slightest uneasiness in her heart was quickly quenched, lifting two small white hands to unbuckle his coat, she whispered, “I'm just weird, you're usually busy...”

“Be busy and come back to accompany your daughter-in-law. ”

The dark shadow pressed in front of her and her red lips were gently kissed.

Why is he kissing her here?

I did “cough” two times, a figure floated behind me, the peach covered his face at night, “I didn't see anything, I refused to eat dog food, I was a transparent man! ”

And the maid laughed, “Madam, you'll get used to it later. My lady and uncle are very close. ”

She looked up at Zhou Yao. What happened to him today was that he made her laugh. He was not the kind of person who would be publicly ashamed to love him.

Zhou Yao glanced at her, as if to deeply into her soul, raised his hand, and he pinched her little face with love.

“Bang”, she tapped his hand gently and unwrapped his coat. She quickly turned to the living room with her clothes and ignored him.

The man behind him laughed low and joyfully.

……

Cold Howe didn't come back, Little Dorothy was at home, and tonight's dinner was for three.

Night Peach looked across the table frequently at the two people, Zhou Yao and Cold Iris did not interact much, but they looked at each other occasionally, and she, as a bystander, felt that the eyes were full of electricity.

The maid was wrong. How can they have more than one “good” emotion?

She was jealous.

After dinner, Peach dragged Cold Iris to chat at night, "Sister Cold, we're so bored at home like this, why don't you watch TV with me for a while? ”

Watching TV?

Cold Iris didn't like to see it. She glanced at Zhou Yao.

Zhou Yao single-handedly slipped his trousers into his pocket. He pulled his long leg upstairs. “I'll go take a bath first, don't be too late. ”

That's what she said.

Cold Iris felt his ears burning, remembered his soft, hard bubbles this morning, and wondered if he had hinted, somehow, that he looked at her deeply and warmly tonight.

She didn't watch anything on TV. All her thoughts ran upstairs, finding an excuse to leave, and Peach laughed at her with her mouth covered at night.

Cold eagle can't wait to drill a hole in the ground.

……

Pushing the door of the room, she walked in. There was a "boo lah" water flow in the bathroom, and Zhou Yao took a bath in it.

She wanted to hang his undressed coat on the hanger, listening only to the man's low voice, “Daughter, come in. ”

Having been with him for a long time, she had been able to quickly understand what he meant, and the sound of "coming in" had stained her eyes with shameful pink, and she couldn't let go of both of them more often.

“Daughter-in-law!” He made another exclamation in it.

Cold Iris felt bewitched, and she lifted her feet into the bathroom.

The scrubbed glass door inside was half open, heard her come in, the man revealed half his body, his body was good enough to explode, he had no flesh all over his body, wide shoulders, narrow waist, eight abs, strong enough to make the woman want to scream, at this moment the crystalline water beads slid down his mermaid line, adding a few temptations.

Look at her, he reaches out his hand slowly, "Come here. ”

Cold Iris's whole face was about to drip blood. Steps forward, she walked out the glass door, when the coat in her arms was pulled away, and the man laughed down, “What are you doing holding my clothes? Are you stupid? To hug my man. ”

“I…”

The two palms came and the man grabbed her by the waist and held her under the shower.

“Wow," the scrubbed glass door closed.

Cold Iris did not have the courage to raise her head, when the man's rough palms touched her little face, and he pressed his body down, blocking her red lips directly and obsessively.

His purpose was simple and he had no intention of circling.

He applied a little force to her lips, sort of like a sprinkle, turning her around with his palm against her thin waist, and she was forced to lift her hands on the porcelain.

Warm water soaked her clothes, wet her entire burnt face, a gesture that made her a little embarrassed and a little uncomfortable, and she struggled.

So she quickly got a crisp slap on her honey butt.

She dared not move any more, her delicate teeth tightly grabbed her lower lip, and she felt soft all over her body.

“Little things, holding my clothes, knowing that I have good things in my pockets?” The man behind you closed his eyes, knotted down his throat rolling, breathing hot.

Cold Iris refused to speak.

“Look what's in my pocket.” He ordered.

Cold Iris' side eyes looked and placed his coat on the sink outside the scrubbed glass. She slowly reached out her little hand and reached into his coat pocket.

Take it out, it's a small piece of paper plastic.

There are three.

She didn't think it was this, she was ashamed and suddenly thought, as if he had just said yesterday that he was going to have another baby with her, why is he doing it now?

The man behind her seemed to know what she was thinking, buttoned her little face around, and he shouted turbid, hot gas over her red lips, "Aren't you ready yet? ”

Like an explanation.

……

I'm so tired, I closed my eyes and slept.

Only then did she know that this was the most physically consuming thing, and that she would not feel this way during the weekdays when she was training more intensely. She felt like a broken body and couldn't hold any strength in her hands.

Not knowing how long she had slept, she slowly opened her sleeping eyes and looked out the window. It should be 1: 00 in the morning.

And there was a hoarse sound over his head, "Did I wake you? ”

Zhou Yao was not asleep, he leaned on the bed with his upper body naked, his left arm wrapped around her and let her lie in his arms. He had jumping starfire in his right finger, and he was smoking.

Cold Iris looked up at him and saw that he had just breathed a smoke and was staring deeply into the smoke.

“Why aren't you asleep so late?” She moved a little.

Zhou Yao extinguished the cigarette in his fingertips in the ashtray and buried it down. He reached over and covered her with a quilt, hugging her with two long arms. He kissed her on the forehead, “Recently hormonal disorder and insomnia. ”

He's not serious!

Cold Iris hammered him with his fist.

“Oh.” Zhou Yao smiled low and buried his head in her hair, "Do I smell smoke? ”

“Is that a question? Don't smoke anymore! ”

“Yes, my daughter-in-law!” He held her tight again and rubbed her delicate skin with his tall nostrils.