My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Her eyes were overheated and she shook her long lashes and the tears had slipped quietly.

She reached over her mouth and instantly cried silently.

He said he was dying of pain, why didn't she taste it and that she was in pain, which had not stopped since the moment he knew he was sick.

He said he didn't know what to do. So did she. Listen to him. A man like him is very kind. He knows that he and Han Xuan will be tied together. He knows that he can't give her anything, but he still wants her to be with him. It's not his business principle. What kind of situation is he forced to say this?

She's in pain, too. She's dying for him.

Fiber white finger pressed the hanging button, she looked up at Chen on the driver's seat, "Chen, stop the car! ”

Chen slowed down rapidly. He looked through the rearview mirror at Cold Iris. The woman with a tear on her face, Chen's impression that the young lady dared to be smart and never shed tears.

So the lady will cry too?

“Young lady, you...”

“Stop the car, I'm going back! ”

She's going back to Zhou Yao.

Chen shocked, then shook his head quickly, “No, miss, the Young Master has told you, must take you back, you cannot go back to Major General Zhou. ”

Cold tears blurred her eyes. She shook her shoulder and wiped tears with her hands. "But... he waited there for me, and now... he needs me...”

“Miss, I know you are sad now and have lost your mind, but what can you do when you go back? They'll get married, and then you'll be a... third party! Third, I don't know what Major General Zhou just said on the phone, but do you want to be like that? Young Master and I can never see Miss give up like that. ”

Cold Iris shook her head, her head was blank, her ears were echoing his words, repeatedly echoing, she felt her heart ache was almost twisted, “I don't care... what kind of person I will be, I don't care... what happens next, I just know... I want to be with him, he is lonely and in pain now, I don't want him... alone...”

“Chen, stop the car! ”

She gave the strong order to him, Chen hesitated, he has always been a loyal employee, as the first priority of his staff is not ability, but obedience.

Obey orders.

Chen slowly parked on the side of the road.

The car is slowing down, the cold heart is turbulent, there is a voice inside said, Zhou Yao, I'm coming, I'm coming...

At this point, she broke into a car, and it came from the front, then stopped on the side of the road, and the driver's door opened, and a familiar figure leaped into the gaze of the cold.

Her eyes shrunk, and it was... Night's Eve.

Mitsuko is walking towards her.

At this moment, when she saw the night, Cold Iris felt a basin of cold water running from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet. She suddenly wanted to laugh, what was she doing?

Now go back to Zhou Yao and do nothing?

Dad was still lying in bed. Zhou Leng and his family suffered, even the poison on Zhou Yao's body. Now she and Zhou Yao are in deep pain. Is that how she left it?

Weren't they supposed to pay for the evil people who were out there?

The two little hands lying beside her tightly pinched her fist. She closed her eyes slowly and let the tears slide down. She still has a lot to do, Zhou Yao, sorry...

I'm really sorry...

The car stopped, the rear door was pulled open, a cold air drilled in, and Night's Eve held one hand on the frame, and he bent over to look at the cold pigeon in the car, "Pigeon, are you okay? ”

Cold eagle opened her eyes, her tears blurred and she shook her head sadly.

Nightingale looked at the crystal clear tears on her face, “I already know about Major General Zhou, because I was worried about you, so I drove out to find you. I didn't expect to see you on the street by chance. Where are you parking? ”

Mitsuko looked forward to Chen.

Chen nodded his face in a gesture of courtesy. “Although my sister broke up with Major General Zhou, she still couldn't rest assured. She also wanted to go to Zhou's house. We were going to make a turn to Zhou's house after stopping the car. ”

“Oh, well, Yuki, do you still want to go? ”

Cold Iris shook his head, “Forget it... I'm not going... I want to go back to my brother...”

“Iris, I'm with you. ”

“But your car...”

“Someone will come and get it.” Mitsui sat in the back seat, and he closed the door and looked at the cold iron worried, "I couldn't rest assured, I'll accompany you home. ”

Cold Iris drooped his eyes short and nodded.

Chen starts the car.

……

The car traveled down the street, and Yukiko softened her voice, "Yuki, what are you going to do next? ”

Cold Iris didn't speak, and she looked sad drooling over her head.

At this time, the gentleman with his left arm held her shoulder, “If you want to cry, cry. I'll lend you my shoulder. ”

The cold-hearted pillow rested on his shoulder and she closed her eyes gently.

Mitsuko patted her shoulder as tender as a child, “Yuki, sadness is only temporary, time will heal all wounds, if Zhou Major will not give you happiness and future, then forget him, I know Yuki is a brave and spilled person, we need to look forward, after all, tomorrow will be better. ”

Cold Iris didn't talk, she seemed asleep.

……

The car parked in front of the Cold Family Villa, Chen opened the back seat door, and Yukie knocked the sleeping cold-hearted beard across her arms.

The entrance to the villa opened, Cold House and Night Peach were nowhere to be found, and Night House went upstairs with Cold Iris in his arms.

Pushing the door open, he gently placed the woman in a soft queen bed.

Mitsuko didn't leave, he stood quietly by the bed and watched the sleeping woman. On this quiet night, his eyes became deep and bright with a few funny smiles on the bottom of his eyes, and he slowly reached out his hand.

With his index finger, he snagged a drop of crystalline teardrops on her face, and he put them on his lips to taste, bitter.

He bent over the woman and measured her at such close range that 3,000 uss was covered in snow-white pillows. Her little face was white like chicken protein with a freshly shaved shell, her little lips were very red, and the undried tears on her face were like fog beads on a rose petal, crystal clear.

He reached out and gently touched her little face, her skin was slippery, and his movements were light and soft, like treating the finest crafts in the world.

Looking at her cherry red lips, his deep eyes slowly revealed obsession, treating an ancient treasure like an ancient player, who closed his eyes and kissed her red lips.