My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Cold Iris clearly heard Mother Zhou covering Xiaoshi's mouth. Xiaoshi Cold seemed confused. She was still shouting. “Grandma... Grandma, what is my mom doing with... Daddy...”

“Shh! Don't ask, let's go!” Mother Zhou took away Zhou Si Leng's little friend.

So the ears of the frozen iron were purified, but she was all bad.

Mother Zhou must know what they were doing in the ward. During the day, he was still taking care of his injuries. He had nothing to do with it, but Mother Zhou would think that she was seducing him. What else could she do?

“It's all your fault!” The Cold Iris kicked him out of his body with one foot.

But the man's tattoo didn't move, and he muttered impatiently, "Do something so troublesome, give me a break! ”

He pulled a quilt over both of them...

Cold Iris' consciousness blurred again, but she remembered an important thing and quickly reached out and pushed him, “Hey, Zhou Yao, you don't seem to have done anything... No...”

Zhou Yao raised his eyebrow tightly. “It's too late...”

He lay on her shoulder.

Cold Iris, she reached out and pulled his ear, scolding, “You did it on purpose! ”

“No.”

“Cunning argument! Usually you can have an hour...”

“I haven't touched you in a long time, I can't help it. ”

The little face of the frozen onion burned, a few hairs because the sweat was wrapped around her parchment and pink neck, a delight, she was kissed on the lips of the reddish swelling and said, "No, I don't want to get pregnant right now... I'll go to the pharmacy later to buy some pregnancy pills...”

Not quite finished, the man on his body stood up from her pink neck, his orbit was still red, his eyes were not retreating hot tide, the blue and white uniform only had one button left, his robust chest and perfect mermaid line at a glance made people feel deadly sexy.

“No eating.” He was unhappy with the command.

Cold snorted, “But I don't want to get pregnant, I want to spend more time with Cold...”

“Then you will kill Sirloin's brother and sister with your own heart? ”

“I...” Cold Iris knot, she twisted her eyebrows, there are many women who take pregnancy pills, it's not uncommon, but it's like she did something terrible in his mouth.

“It's not like we can't afford to have kids when they're born. ”

“But...”

Zhou Yao bowed down and kissed her beautiful little nose, then softly beckoned, “daughter-in-law, be good, we'll have another one, this time with Dr. Zhou, there won't be any more danger. I wasn't with you when you were thinking cold, this time I want to make up for the regrets, besides, we'll have another child, and we won't be lonely after the cold. ”

All the words were blocked, and she reached out her little hand and held the man's neck, “I don't want to have a baby, I just... wasn't ready...”

“Oh," Zhou Yao laughed, holding her tight, "you don't need to be ready, because this time I'm ready. ”

……

It's only a month away, Spring Festival is here, and a new year is coming, and tonight is New Year's Eve 30.

The whole family gathered at Zhou Jia Mansion. Old Master Zhou and Father Zhou played chess in the living room. Zhou Yao and Zhou Si Leng Xiao Ponyu played on the lawn outside, and Xiao Yu and Mother Zhou were in the kitchen.

“Mom, is that how the soup is done?” A small round soup circle rubbed in his hand was handed to Zhou Mother.

Mother Zhou was peeling, and she glanced at it and praised, “Yuki, yeah, that's how it was done. You're doing great. ”

Cold eagle smiled, and she rubbed several small soup circles.

“Young lady, I'll cook your own soup round first. It's cold today. Young master is playing outside. Feed him some first.” The cook smiled.

“Sure.” Cold Iris nodded.

A bowl of soup circles will soon be ready, and the cold iris leaves the door with a small bowl.

Today's light on the lawn is colorful, there are red tongue lanterns everywhere, the moonlight tonight is also very clean and bright, there is a small table on the lawn, Zhou Yao is bending over to teach Zhou Silian little potty friends to shoot.

“Silence, the soup is ready, Mommy feeds you two. ”

Zhou Si Leng's little friend is having a good time with a shooting gun. “Mommy, I'll eat later. I'm going to shoot. I just got eight shots out of ten. Daddy says I can totally do it all. ”

Cold Iris had not thought about what to do when Si Leng grew up. Her son had a son's life and she had no right to interfere, but she had no problem watching Si Leng so fond of shooting and talented.

The Zhou family was originally a military politician, and the Zhou family's boy was born to live on the battlefield.

Cold Iris crouched down, “Silence, shoot later. The soup is made by Mommy herself. If you don't eat it, it'll get cold soon. ”

“All right then.” Zhou Si Leng put the gun on the table and he bit the soup circle with his cold iris hand.

“Is it good? ”

“Mmm.” Zhou Siliang nodded hard, “Yummy, sesame filling, mommy does everything good. ”

Cold Iris smiled sweetly, her son had a sweet mouth and a high emotional level, not like his father at all.

“Eat two more if it's good. ”

Zhou Si Leng's little potty friend ate six soup pieces before eating them. He turned around and continued to play with his shooting gun.

Cold eagle looked at the remaining soup circle in the bowl, so many left. Who should eat it? Cold eagle looked at Zhou Yao standing aside.

The man was standing at the table with his tall leg, and he looked down at the bullet that was on the table.

Cold Iris walked over and she handed him a small bowl, "Here you go. ”

Zhou Yao looked up at the little bowl in her hand and then looked at the son next to his leg. He continued to play with the bullets, which meant that -- the son ate the rest, I didn't eat it.

Cold Iris kicked him straight in the leg, "Zhou Yao! ”

Zhou Yao turned his head and looked at her. He saw her with a beautiful pair of water spirits' grey eyes staring at him half-heartedly. He picked a sword brow and dropped the bullet in his hand.

Instead of talking, he gave her a look.

Cold Iris understands, he wants her to feed him.

“How old are you? ”

Zhou Yao put his hands in his trousers pockets, he wore a black V-neck shirt today, black casual trousers underneath, his body pulled out like a pine on such a cold night, heard a woman ask a question, he lifted a thin lip a serious answer, “32 years, the year is over 33. ”

Cold Iris, …

Zhou Yao saw her twisted and pinched unwillingly. He raised his eyebrow slightly. “Why are you so reluctant? Didn't you just feed your son too? Me too.”

He's too embarrassed to say that a man of this age is still fighting with his son?

Pet contenders are so honest.

Cold Iris was helpless, and she picked up a spoon and fed him.

Man, this is good. He obeyed her and ate the rest of the half bowl of soup yuan from Zhou Si Leng's little potty friend.