My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

The beauty didn't touch it because Cold Hoover had pushed her away and he picked up the glass and continued drinking.

Now the beautiful woman is not calm, the man had a few points at first, and now his expression is indifferent and indifferent like another person, treating them as air.

“Handsome, what's wrong with you? Is there something we can't handle? ”

Coldhound looked at the bar with the slide in front, “No, I just remembered, if my wife knew, she wouldn't be happy. ”

“Handsome, are you married? Married what relationship, now which rich and powerful man has few little Qing people outside, ignore that yellow-faced woman. ”

Leng Hao frowned and stared at them, "You yellow-faced women! ”

Beautiful, …

Well, it's a wife guardian.

“My wife this year... 18, how old are you, 38?” Cold laughter.

Beautiful women almost spit out their blood. What do you mean, they're only 22?

“Handsome, 18-year-old wife... small, smelly in bed, without our kung fu, would you like to try it? ”

“Kung Fu?” Cold Ho had a sip of cocktail, and the male's raised throat rolled up and down, feeling very surnamed, “Her two little mouths were killing her if she wanted to...”

He remembered that scene in his head, and Cold Ho felt all nervous about blowing up, but the next second he remembered her sarcasm, “Bang," and he just smashed the glass in his hand to the ground, "Get lost! ”

When the beautiful women shocked, they saw men staring at them in the shadows, like a poison scorpion, and the beautiful woman's scalp was numb, and they ran away.

The glass broke and a waiter came to clean it immediately. The waiter's attitude was very bad. “Sir, we can't let the glass fall...”

It's not over. Cold Ho took a pile of fur out of his wallet and threw it in the waiter's face. "Will you shut up? ”

“Yes, yes.” The waiter quickly squatted down and picked up all the money.

Two hours soaking in the bar, cold and drunk, the bar manager took him upstairs to the luxury room and slept in the cold and luxurious bed.

The manager rushed into the bathroom. “Less cold, wait a minute. I'll wipe you with a towel. The cook is already making soda soup. You can drink it later...”

Cold Hoover's brain was empty, his heart was empty, his arms were empty, he reached for a soft pillow and held it, “Little Peach... Night Peach...”

He muttered her name.

He buried his face in the pillow, without her scent, and he laughed, "This time, I'm... drunk, give you another chance... to sleep with me... okay? ”

By the time the manager ran out, Coldhaw was asleep.

……

The next morning.

Peach woke up at night, and she found her eyes sore, perhaps the reason she cried so long last night.

She went back to her room, took a hot bath, then sat in front of the dresser and combed her hair. At that time, she “tapped” twice, and the servant came in with a plate.

“Ma'am, it's time for breakfast. Milk, eggs and sandwiches. It's very light. Ma'am, have some more.” The maid was worried about Peach at night, a six-month-pregnant woman, who was not fat at all, but a little thin.

At night Peach reached out and touched his stomach. Peach swimmed inside and moved very cheerfully.

“Well," she nodded her head, "I'll eat it all later. ”

“Young lady, it's a beautiful day. Weren't you going to grow flowers in the garden the other day? ”