My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

No one knows, but her memory is crippling, because she can't remember much, she can't remember who she is, where her home is, she doesn't know anything about what happened in the past.

Her memories began four years ago, when she opened her eyes and was left in a wild mountain hill, in pain, in extreme pain, especially in her stomach.

She lifted her clothes and saw, she had a long scar on her stomach, like she had undergone some surgery, someone stitched her, but the stitches were ugly, and the scar was like a twisted little bug climbing.

Ugly and ridiculous.

She suspected that the doctor who stitched her had an affair with her, intentionally.

Later, she left the wild mountain hills and began to beg for life. She found herself neither. Apart from being a little handsome, she also thought absurdly whether she was a Miss Chikin of some gangster family. Since childhood, she would not touch oil salt, she would do a little martial arts.

These are inconceivable, because she has no memory, lives on, lives on, needs money, so she has to make money.

But it's hard to make money, she can't do anything, she can't be a company employee, because she's not pretty, so the fast paying professions don't have her share, when she finds out she won't even do the basic housework of laundry and cooking, her life was really desperate.

She doesn't know how she grew up.

In other cities, she drifted for two or three years. Unexpectedly, she came to the whole city. She was lucky enough to enter the Baijia Martial Arts Museum. The owner named her Baiqi. Although the martial arts museum did not make much money, it could sustain her life. The owner and the people in the museum were good to her, and she felt warm.

It was the first warmth she felt in four years, and she wanted to keep it that way.

But...

Baiqi drowned her head, and she slowly lifted her horn. For four years, her belly was flat and firm, but that pale pink twisted scar did not retreat.

Always have been.

Baiqi stretched out her slender white finger belly and caressed it slowly from the scar. Suddenly she felt sour and full. It was as if something important had come into her life, but she lost it again...

Baek Qi felt a headache. She reached out and covered her head. For the past four years, she would have a gradual headache that she could not recall at all.

When a string of cell phone rings, she calls.

“Hello, owner...” She's on.

“Hey, Paige, how's it going? It'll be dawn soon. We haven't slept a night of fear. Have you taken care of it? What if those people do come and kick us out?” The owner's worried voice came through.

Baiqi pulled the corner of her mouth and said softly, "Don't worry, I've... taken care of it. ”

“Really? That's great...”

Baiqi hung up.

Holding her phone tightly in her hand, Baek Qi took a deep breath and flipped out a phone number that she wanted from the producer yesterday.

She dialed the number.

Ten seconds or so, the phone at that end was connected, and the man's low magnetic voice came over, “Hello...”

If Baiqi doesn't know this person and only hears his voice, maybe she will really be fascinated by his voice, which is beautiful and sexy.

It's just that this man is a demon!

Baiqi pulled the phone tight, "I promise you. ”

The end was quiet for a few seconds, then the man laughed, very low, “Huh...”

Baiqi trembled, and the laughter seemed to be the laughter of the ruler towards the civilian population, and she felt deeply ashamed.

Take a deep breath, and she asks, "Where? Hotel?”

“No, I'll drive over and I'll call you back.” The man hung up.

Listening to the “Doo Doo” busy noise at that end, Bai Qi was reluctant to drop her phone, but she didn't fall, couldn't help it, she fell and bought it again, and tortured herself.

Baek Qi looked up at herself in the mirror, suddenly she was in a good mood. In fact, she was not beautiful and she was not young. She must be 289 years old. She was not as young as Liu Cheng was 20 years old, and she didn't know where she was. I don't think so.

What's she got to do with it?

A good thing when you close your eyes is like getting bitten by a dog.

Baek Qi had intended to wrap herself in three layers inside and outside, but just think about it. She also had to take off the bag if it was more strict. It was a little refreshing and straightforward. She also chose a dress to wear.

……

On autumn mornings, at 6: 30, it was still early, with very few pedestrians on the street, when there was a car parked on the side of the road that was all cold and dark.

The window of the driver's seat slipped down, revealing a handsome and extraordinary face, a large, bony palm extended out, a cigarette between the index finger and middle finger, Zhou Yao Zheng's narrow eyes, carelessly smoking two bites.

A wonderful figure soon appeared in his gaze, and Baek Qi arrived. Today she wore a green chiffon shirt and a black leather skirt with a waist tied underneath.

Zhou Yao smoked his cigarette with a stiff palm and a moment of trance under his eyes. He felt like his favorite woman came towards him.

I wonder if this woman is too similar to her. Ever since I saw her in the crew, he's always had this illusion.

The front door of the passenger seat opened and Baiqi's face sat in without expression.

He did not speak, Baiqi did not speak, the air in the car was cold, suddenly the man next to him smoked the last cigarette and the window slipped up.

The car is completely sealed.

Baiqi's two little hands resting on her knees instantly squeezed her fists.

Zhou Yao's side eyes looked at Baiqi. This face was very strange and ordinary, but he would also like to see a few eyes, because her eyes, at this moment, her face was white and not bloody at all.

His gaze fell on her pinched little hand, and she was intolerant.

“Let's get started.” He spoke indifferently.

Baiqi raised her hand, she unbuckled the chiffon shirt one by one, then took off the chiffon shirt. She also had a white vest inside her. She repeatedly warned herself that she would soon be fine and thought of herself as a dead man, but when the slightly cooler air swept over her body, she lagged behind.

Is that how she abandons herself?

Can't you get it back?

“Regret?” At this time he was heavy, and the man passed over, and the smell of the clean man on him blended with the smell of tobacco and invaded her senses.

He had a rich smell, pure male masculinity, very aggressive, Baiqi subconsciously wanted to escape, she avoided the car window.

“Is it too late to repent now? ”

The voice dropped, and her black leather skirt dropped a large palm.

Baek Qi shook, then her legs cooled and her black leather skirt was lifted up.

She closed her eyes quickly and closed them tightly. She comforted herself constantly, quickly, quickly.