My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

The sound of "I love you” penetrated Zhou Yao's eardrum. He awoke for a moment and suffered, his body ached and his heart ached more...

“Daughter-in-law... daughter...” he called her in silence and agony.

Cold Iris held his neck with two hands, and she lifted her toes and kissed his thin lips.

Both had a sweet smell of blood in their mouths, and the cold tears in their mouths added an unspeakable bitterness, but she held him tight and didn't want to let him go.

The moment she kissed Zhou Yao, the whole person shocked, his handsome brow heart turned into a deep “river” word, the smoothness of his mouth swept him all over, a feeling shocked his brain and then quickly paddled him down.

This burning lust accelerated the bug-eating of the blood, and the mixing of the two senses was driving him crazy.

“Go!” He pushed her.

He really didn't want to hurt her.

Cold Iris pushed him backwards until she retreated into the corner of the wall, kissing him as she proceeded to unbuckle himself, and she grabbed his palm directly over him.

Zhou Yao's whole person was stiff like a rock, his expression was painful, but his palms moved a little, his throat was rolling fast, at this time she was his best anesthetic.

Cold Iris ripped off his metal belt and jumped his legs between his waist...

Two people were nailed to the wall.

Zhou Yao's head leaned back and his mouth was dry. He was like a little fish out of water. He was dying of thirst. His eyes were closed tightly. His eyes were still moving in the thin curtain.

“Zhou Yao, I love you...” Cold Iris held his handsome face with two small hands, then kissed him indiscriminately, she softly induced him, seduced him, “close your eyes, don't think about anything, give you to me, I can make you very happy... don't you like this, I also like it, I like to be with you, do this with you... I just want to do this with you..."

She said in his ear what he liked to hear.

……

Both of them were sweaty and fell on the queen bed. Cold iron was snapped into his firm arms. She felt uncomfortable being sticky, but she was lazy and even tired of lifting her eyelids.

Zhou Yao held her in his hand and grabbed the cigarette and lighter. He smoked a cigarette on his lip and went to light the lighter.

But after a few pushes, the lighter didn't light.

His lighter was grabbed by a small hand, and Cold Iris stood up and lit the lighter with a "bang” and lit the cigarette himself.

The cigarette caught on, he squinted his narrow eyes and took a sip, then over his side sprayed a smoke from his mouth on the face of the woman in his arms, and he muttered, "You've squeezed my body dry and I don't even have the strength to light the lighter. ”

Her little face was red as if it were spilling blood. She did not speak and lay quietly on his wide chest.

Zhou Yao smoked two more cigarettes. When that impulse subsided, he touched her little face with his cigarette in his right hand. "Let me see, where did I just hit you? ”

Cold Iris slapped off his palm and hid from him. “I'm fine, what's the pain...”

Zhou Yao's dark eyes stopped on her face. She deliberately hid. The 3,000 green silks laid down and blocked her face, but he could still see her reddish right cheek. Just now, he put a heavy hand on her face, even the corner of her mouth was ripped.

Her good looks, accompanied by these injuries, were taboo and pathetic, watched his sour and sweet heart, while the momentum that had just subsided began to agitate.

“I also kicked you in the stomach...” He rubbed her little face with his rough fingers and tried to lift the quilt to see how she was hurt.

But Cold Iris refused, she died to cover the quilt, "It's all right, I've never been hurt before, I'm not a petite person... I'm not dressed, you don't want to take advantage of me... Hmm! ”

Her little mouth was covered in him.

He smelled of tobacco in his mouth. He was choking when he poured it into her mouth. He strongly grabbed her by the kiss. She twisted her eyebrows but was obsessed with his fierce and aggressive powers...

He pounded a few bites so hard that he couldn't resist releasing her. His bad heart bit her earlobe and cursed, “I'm really dying on you! ”

Cold Iris breathed quickly, pinching his fist and pushing him away.

The man's heavy body returned to the bed, and his sturdy skeleton hit the bed and even made a "squeak” sound, squinting his eyes, and he continued to smoke.

Cold Iris' long index fingers circled his chest, and there was a glow in his voice line, "Zhou Yao, you said you were very naughty as a child, why are you so naughty? ”

“Oh," Zhou Yao chuckled, "I don't know... maybe the old man's expectations of me were too high, he always cared about me, but the more he cared about me, the more I wanted to be free, and I always worked against him. ”

“Grandpa did it for your own good. ”

“I know.” Zhou Yao glanced at her, "What about you? How was your childhood? ”

“Me, I was a good boy and listened to my father and my brother, but maybe because of my family, those girls didn't dare to play with me, and I didn't know how to communicate with them. Over time, I had no friends, and my personality became cold and... isolated. ”

“Then how did you like it?” He suddenly asked.

She wanted to talk to him and talk to him, but he wrapped himself around the night without saying a word. She had to roll her eyes and choke, “How does Han Xuan like you? ”

Zhou Yao stared at her with his eyelids down, which means--and dared to say it back?

Cold croaked with red lips.

Zhou Yao smoked his last cigarette and then strangled the cigarette butt into the ashtray on the bed cabinet. He moved his torso and turned over to her.

The frozen face blushed, "What? ”

Zhou Yao bowed down and kissed her reddish right cheek, "I thought again. ”

“You!” It's only a few minutes off.

“Just now, you're so sweet.” He praised her with good words in her ear.

Her heart was sweet and full, and she stopped struggling to make the man on her wish.

She looked at Zhou Yao, and she painted a picture of his handsome five officials in her heart. She thought she would always remember his face, including now, he was breathing turbid gas and waving sweat on her.

She closed her eyes gently, pulling a soft, crisp curve at the corner of her mouth.

Zhou Yao couldn't hold on. He kissed her red lip and called her in haste. "Daughter...”

His brain was empty at that moment, like a fireworks explosion, he was heavily pressed against her, obsessed with her soft fragrance, her temperature, all of her...

He was really too drunk, unprotected, and a man was most vulnerable to attack at a moment like this, so when his neck ached, he quickly woke up.