My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

“You, you, you!” Some of Miyagi's remarks could not be refuted by the Miyagi. His son was his pride, but his son was too old and he had too many ideas, and his being a father was beyond his control.

“If you like peaches, why are you dragging them to this point?” The palace father was angry.

“Dad, it seems like Peach's 20th birthday isn't here yet. She's under 18. How can I chase her? Dad, how can you tell me about this when I went to the United States two years ago? I told you I was going to the United States for two years. These two years are very important. I'm busy with my career. I told you not to scare people. If you don't believe me, I'll suddenly ask Uncle Night to kiss her. What happened? Peach was scared. Let some other man get on first. Otherwise, what girl won't be able to attack you? ”

“I..." Gong Father suddenly whispered, “That's because you're 23 years old and you don't even give up a girlfriend. I heard you went to America to hang out with a bunch of men. How do I know if you like peaches or not? Foreigners are open minded. What if you become... gay? I'm all for your own good, and I want to set Peach aside for a surprise. ”

“That's a big surprise! Thank you, Dad. You've worked hard! And Dad, those guys are my little buddies, okay? ”

Father, “…”

“Anyway, Dad, you stay out of my business, daughter-in-law, grandson, I promise you, you're no less than everyone else. ”

Father: Not less, but better than others?

“Do you really think this peach can divorce Cold?” Godfather curious gossip.

The palace is elegantly stacked with two long legs, "wait. ”

……

Night Father took Night Peach into the villa, “Peach, why are your hands so cold? ”

“Oh, I think I just had a little breeze outside, Daddy, and I went to bed.” After the night Peach went upstairs.

Watching his daughter disappear into his sight, his gracious face was replaced by a storm, and his eyes flashed with spicy killing intentions.

“Sir,” the butler walked in and he gave a file to the Night Father, "this is all about Bai Lingyun and all her recent developments. ”

The Night Father glanced over and said, "Oh, this woman will hide herself very well, I can barely find any blossoms. ”

The housekeeper squinted his eyes, "Sir, the cleaner the weirder. ”

Night father threw the information on the side of the coffee table, “During this time, Xiao Tao successively happened. If there is no pusher behind the scenes, I absolutely don't believe it, Bai Lingyun knew that someone would investigate her, so she did a pretty good job of surface kung fu, but in my eyes, whether she did surface kung fu or not, her appearance prevented Xiao Tao's happiness, then there is no need for her person to live in this world. ”

“Sir, what do we do? Why don't you just... torture her? ”

……

Night Peach went back to her room and just lay in bed, her phone rang.

It's Cold Ho's phone.

Night Peach didn't pick it up immediately, watching the five big words "Kiss My Husband” jump on the phone screen, she still felt the orbit biting and her heart ached.

She stayed for a while, the phone ringing continued, Peach bit her lower lip at night, and then answered the phone, “Hello...”

“Where are you now?” A man's deep voice is clearly coming from that end.

“My dad is back, I stayed with my dad for a while...”

“For how long?” He asked closely.

“... don't know...”

“How many do you mean? You want to separate from me? ”

The aggressive tone of the man tightened Peach's eyebrows at night and she drowned her long eyelashes without talking.

The cold-blooded man in Lincoln's car took a deep breath, tried to suppress the anger in his chest, his left palm tightened the steering wheel, his right palm seemed to crush the phone in his palm, he tried to keep it down, “Pack it up, I'll pick you up, and come back with me now. ”

Back?

Back where?

Night Peach smiled with a pale mouth and went back to do what. At night she couldn't wait for him to come home. When he woke up in the morning, he left again. Sometimes she didn't even know if he had ever come back.

She doesn't like to wait because she's lonely.

No one played with her when she was a kid, and she was always lying on the floor window looking at that pebble road on the lawn, where Daddy would come home every night.

She used to wait for Daddy when she grew up, and she used her time to wait for him.

“Nothing else, I'll hang up first.” She wants to hang up.

“Night Peach!” Cold howled, and he pinched his eyebrows in a mess. "Sorry, I don't want to lose my temper, but when it gets to my mouth, it gets ugly...”

He stretched his tongue to lick his dry lips, "Don't hang up, Peach, come home with me, huh? I know about the internet, I just found out, sorry I know too late, I wasn't with you when you needed me, I was upset and I blamed myself, but why didn't you tell me? ”

“Peach, come back with me. I'll be good to you later. I love you, Peach. I love our Peach too. ”

“Cold Ho," Peach said calmly at night, "Your love, split up? ”

“What?” cold-blooded, he didn't understand.

“Why do I think you love someone who holds someone else in the cloud, and you love me, just dropping me in the dirt... beep...” Night Peach hung up the phone.

……

In the middle of the night, Cold Howe returned to his house, opened the bedroom door, did not turn on the light, and he sat alone in bed.

With a chocolate box in his hand, he opened the box and took a bite of a piece of chocolate, and he immediately raised his sword brow, what a smell, yummy!

He brushed all the chocolate on the bed to the floor.

Standing up, he walked over and poured a glass of wine, all in his head was the scene of Peach standing in the palace arms at night, with her indifferent words in her ear, and finally she hung up his phone.

Cold and luxurious drinking and taking out his phone, he kept calling Peach at night.

But the phones are full of mechanical voices -- sorry, the phone you're calling has been turned off.

She turned it off.

She ignored him.

He still doesn't understand what she means, she's... don't you want him?

A bottle of red wine filled all down, the cold-blooded swinging toward the queen bed, then poured over one side of the queen bed, where she was left with the scent of sweet milk.

He reached out and took her pillow and held it in his arms. He closed his eyes tiredly.

I don't want to do anything tonight. I just want to think about her.

He dreamed, had a beautiful, beautiful dream.