My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Zhou Yao stood still in front of the pier for a long time, when a series of loud bells rang and he called.

Wipe your palms in your pants pockets and take your phone out. He presses the button to connect, “Hello...”

“Hey, Major General Chow.” The warm voice of the night came from that end.

Zhou Yao was silent as water, “Should I call you Night Cheese or... Scorpion? ”

“Whatever, look at Major General Chow like it.” I'm in a good mood.

Zhou Yao glanced down at his toe and asked, "Where's Yu? ”

“I have it. ”

“Where do you want to take her? ”

“Take her to a warm country where there is no winter, only spring, full of blooming flowers, where she can slowly forget you. ”

Zhou Yao's forehead was jumping. He restrained his eyebrows and suppressed his temper. The sound line from his chest was heavy and mute, "Treat her well before I find you! ”

“Oh,” Night smiled, “don't worry, she'll be happy with me. ”

Zhou Yao's thin lips became a cold curve.

“Major General Zhou, ten years ago in the war, I lost, ten years later today, Yuki said I lost, don't you think? Do you think I won or lost? ”

Zhou Yao lifted his thin lip, “I lost. ”

“Ha, ha, ha, Zhou Xiao will be a discerning man, since then the scorpion has ceased to exist, but so what, I get the newborn, I can be born. ”

“Well," Zhou Yao hummed, "wait, one day I'll find you! ”

He severely hung up the phone.

"Major General, what do we do now? Scorpion left with his sister-in-law, and we have no valuable news of needles in the sea. ”

Zhou Yao's heart turned into a pot of porridge, but he forced himself to calm down. Now the situation is not too bad. Mitsui had feelings for her and he would not hurt her.

To that extent, he had only one request, just to live.

As long as she's alive, he'll find her, ten, twenty, thirty years...

Zhou Yaomao took a few seconds, he took a deep breath and felt warm liquid coming out of his nose.

He stretched out his hand and wiped one hand of blood.

“Major General, you have a nosebleed!” Xiaozhi shocked.

“Nothing." Zhou Yao shook his head. He looked at the calm and waveless river water in front of him. His eyes were frightening and bloody. He was fine. He would not fall without finding her.

He grinned, “We don't have any valuable news...”

“Major General, you mean? ”

Han Xuan!

This chess piece that Yukie once used, Yukie doesn't want it now, he can recycle it and reuse it, although, hopes are slim.

But he will not give up hope.

Yuki, you have to hold on, try to keep yourself alive, everything else doesn't matter, even if it doesn't matter if she's with Nightlife, wait, wait for him to save her!

Even if it's a needle in the ocean, he can drain it all!

……

Cold Iris opened her eyes slowly and she was sleeping in a soft queen bed covered with fine silk quilts and warm.

She sat up and looked around, and it was an elegantly decorated room with light yellow stacked curtains, a thick blanket on the floor and a national scent.

Where am I?

Where did Mitsuko take her?

She lifted the quilt and got out of bed, when the door was pushed open, and a strange middle-aged woman walked in, "Miss Cold, are you awake? ”

Look, this guy's mouth is weird, "Where is this? ”

“Oh, this is Dongyi Island. ”

“Dongyi Island? How come I haven't heard of it? Which country is this, Japan?” Cold Iris asked.

The middle-aged woman shook her head in confusion, “I don't know where this is...”

“Don't know? Who are you people? ”

“The inhabitants of our island, who come from all over the globe, were devastated and inadvertently floated to the island, which had no name, and Dongyi was raised by Mr. Night. ”

Her heart sank, and she knew what could not be asked from the woman's mouth, or she would not have been sent, but the situation was worse than she had imagined: the island was unnamed, perhaps a deserted island at sea, outside the jurisdiction of States at all.

“Mr. Night?” This woman is very proud to speak of Mr. Night, and she snorted coldly, "You know who Mr. Night is, he's an internationally wanted scorpion! ”

“Miss Cold,” the middle-aged woman interrupted her with a smile, "We don't care who Mr. Night is, we only know that Mr. Night is our savior, he created the island to give us a home and we worship him as a god. ”

A middle-aged woman put her hands together and made a series in her chest, knowing that it was the most pious worship of the gods.

Cold Iris got out of bed, and she opened the door to the room and walked out.

“Miss Cold, you slept for two days. You should definitely come out for a walk. I'll make you something to eat.” The middle-aged woman did not stop her, but followed her.

The frozen reef walks along the road and the island is beautiful. In addition to a beautiful house, there are fresh fruits and vegetables in the fields and small flowers of all colors in the garden. This is a beautiful place like the Immortal Realm.

She knew that this place had been transformed the day after tomorrow, and that trying to transform a deserted island into such a fairy realm was not something that ordinary people could do. It had to be said that Yukiya was really a random ghost. No wonder the people here worshipped him as a god.

There were many people passing by on the road, and everyone saw her nod her head respectfully, calling her Miss Cold.

The gaze of Cold Ridge was attracted to a scene in front of him, and a couple of middle-aged couples pressed their turbulent daughters on their knees in front of an old man dressed in a black cloak, and they cried out, “High Priest, my daughter wants to elope with a wild boy, she already loves that man's crazy, please help us, help us take that memory in her head to reborn her. ”

“I don't want it, don't take it to my memory!” The daughter struggled so hard, she looked so excited.

At this time, Cold Iris saw the old man stretching out his right hand covered in cocoons and waving in front of the daughter, who did not know what spell he had read, her eyes closed and she fainted directly.

The couple thanked Dade, "Thank the High Priest, thank the High Priest! ”

Looking aside, she felt cold, “Who is this high priest? ”

“The High Priest has the art of being extraordinary, and his hands can be reborn. ”

“Did Mr. Night's broken arm come back from him? ”

“Yes.” The middle-aged woman nodded, "The high priest could not only take the broken arm back, but also give it a new life. ”