My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Let the broken arm come alive?

In fact, Zhou Yao chopped off his right arm at sea ten years ago, but now his right arm is intact and unharmed.

There must be a tall man after the night.

The world is huge, no wonder, like Han Xuan can be easily masqueraded, and the husband in the black robe has magical hands in front of him.

A black coat was dressed on her shoulder when her hair was cold, and a warm voice sounded in her ear, "Wear more clothes and cool carefully. ”

It's Night's Eve.

Cold Iris didn't look at him, she just looked away, "How long are you going to keep me locked up? ”

“Eel, it's not off, you'll like it here in the future. We'll be happy here in the spring. ”

“Happiness?” Cold Iris ticks the corner of your lip, "so you take it for the happiness you want... my memory? ”

Just like the daughter of the middle-aged couple.

Night after night, he stood beside the needle of cold. He glanced at the woman's pale and delicate little face and spit out a word, “Yes. ”

He wants her to remember him alone.

Cold Iris had no accident, he would surely let the High Priest take her memory, she did not say anything, but turned away.

……

The High Priest soon arrived, and the Cold Iris sat beside her bed. When the High Priest's cocoon was filled with huge palms waving like great life gears in front of her, she felt tired, her eyes were heavy, and she wanted to close her eyes.

But she squeezed her fist tightly and strangled her nails into her hand. She told herself not to close her eyes and not to close her eyes with this pain!

Nightingale stood outside the room and waited. Ten minutes later, the High Priest came out, and the High Priest shook his head frequently. "Mr. Night, Miss Cold's perseverance was very comparable, she kept her heart open, this time unsuccessful. ”

Night after night, he nodded with a gentle smile on his face, “She is a very special woman, it is definitely impossible to succeed once, but the art of rebirth of the High Priest has become divine, I believe that as long as the High Priest persists, slowly, she will fade those memories, we have time. ”

The High Priest laughed, “Don't worry, Mr. Night, all manpower is beyond the reach of God, and I will accomplish my mission as long as I have time. ”

The Night Gentleman made an elegant album to thank you.

The high priest left.

Night Jet stood in front of the window and looked at the room. Cold Iris sat at the desk, and she took a pencil out of the pen holder and wrote on a small book.

She wrote very carefully, her beautiful face bathed in a piece of gentle, and she slowly wrote on the paper--Zhou Yao.

Finished one, she went on to write the second, the third...

She wanted to engrave the name deeply into her soul.

She knew her memories would slip between her fingers like quicksand, but she wanted to remember him, and no one, even if only his name, could deprive her of this exclusive memory about him from her life.

……

For a whole month, Cold Iris admitted that her life was very moisturizing and comfortable. She enjoyed eating and wearing clothes, and her freedom was not restricted by the night. She was free to move freely on this beautiful island.

But at one point, the High Priest comes every seven days, and she already feels that her erected heart is about to collapse, and the enemy is about to break in.

She writes Zhou Yao's name every day, she wonders what he's doing now, she knows he must be looking for her, she knows he won't give up on her.

It's just, when can he be here?

Night Essentials took away all the paper and ink in the room. She didn't mind. She went outside to find a stone. She sat on the bed and drew her name on the wall with stones, Zhou Yao...

Then one day, she went out for a walk, she couldn't even find the stone, it didn't matter, she went back to her room and spread Subai's palm open, she wrote Zhou Yao's name in her palm with her index finger.

“Squeaks” and the door was pushed open.

Night escaped in.

She didn't look up, she just laughed, "Night cheese, don't you knock in someone's room? Where's your gentleman upbringing? ”

At first glance, she knew what she was writing, pulling her legs before he came to her, “Eel, don't write, it's useless, you'll forget him sooner or later. Give it up. Tonight's a good day. Let's celebrate. ”

“Oh, what a good day? ”

“Me and your big wedding day. ”

Cold Iris was all stiff, and then she looked up at him slowly, and although she was laughing, she had no smile in her eyes, "Night's Eve, are you kidding me, getting married? Me and you?”

Night after night, she reached out and touched her face, her skin greased and he was fascinated, "The wedding ceremony was ready a month ago, and tonight you will be the host of the island. ”

The smile on Cold Iris's face couldn't hold, and his intimate actions made her even more disgusting, "Let go!” She turned around and hid.

But he couldn't hide because Night Flyer suddenly stretched out two fingers to snap her mandible, and as soon as she moved, he intensified his strength, and she immediately twisted her eyebrows in pain.

The man bent over, and the tone was as gentle as ever, but dangerous, "Niki, a month is the deadline I gave you, don't test my patience again, huh? ”

"What, you want to kill me? ”

“I can't help it.” Mitsuko kissed her red lips gently, "you don't have to attend the big wedding ceremony, I don't think you want to attend either, you just have to wait in bed tonight! ”

Let her go at night and turn around and leave.

At the moment when the door was closed, Cold Iris felt disgusted, and her chest was full of acid water, and she quickly ran to the bathroom to hold the toilet and vomit.

Why are you throwing up so bad?

She touched her chest with her hands and felt her appetite pour over the river, and the acid water spit out.

She rubbed her red lips hard and still had a good night's breath on them.

Must be the breath that made her sick and want to throw up.

Cold Iris felt like her strength had been pulled away. She sat paralyzed on the floor and her belly felt a little uncomfortable. She reached out and touched it.

Her brain's spinning fast. What if she can't hide tonight?

Nowadays Mitsuya is a knife, she is a fish meat, the island trapped her like an iron cage, outside is still his line of sight, she cannot escape.

No, she won't snatch it!

Even a tenth of a million hopes she'll try.

There was a sharp light in the eyes of the needle.

……

After turning a blind eye, at night, Cold Iris sat alone in the room and waited. It was very lively outside, and she could hear firecrackers and music and laughter.