My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Cold Hoover reaches out and touches the phone, then presses the button to connect, “Hello...”

His voice was hoarse and obscure.

“Hey, brother, where are you now?” The soft voice of the cold-hearted beard came through.

Cold haughty's face was a little soft, and the only thing to be thankful and happy about these four years was that his sister had returned safely.

“I'm in the office...”

“Brother, why are you still in the office? Xiao Si Leng has been waiting for you in front of the door for half a day. It's Shi Leng's fourth birthday, you won't forget it? ”

Cold Ho sat up from the couch immediately, "Sorry, I'm on my way. ”

He went to get the coat on the couch.

“Brother!” Cold Iris screamed at him, "Me and Silent went out on the street this morning. I ran into Peach, and Silly dragged Peach on. It was hard for this beautiful sister to give him his birthday. Peach is here with me now. This opportunity is very rare. ”

Coldhound stagnated for a moment and slowly pulled his lip corner, “Thank you, Cold. ”

This little elf.

“Hurry up, brother. ”

……

Zhou Jia Villa.

The maid opened the door and Cold Ho walked in.

“Brother, are you here?” Zhou Yao greeted him up.

“Mm-hmm." Coldhound nodded and looked forward.

Zhou Si Leng's little potty friend was holding Peach's hand at night, and he was amazed, “Wow, beautiful sister, you draw so fast, but... what are you drawing? ”

Peach was wearing a short jumper in ink green today, black slim pants underneath, a white scarf around her neck, beautiful youth, she held chalk on the drawing board with dark ink and had no idea what she was painting.

“Okay,” she put down her brush and looked at Zhou Si Leng's little potty friend with a playful smile, “Si Leng, come on, you just blow at the drawing board and you'll know what I'm drawing. ”

“Really?” Zhou Silian immediately blew his breath hard against the drawing board.

The colored chalk grey on the drawing board scattered in the air, showing a human figure on the drawing board. Zhou Si Leng's little potty friend turned into Ottoman, holding a weapon in his hand. He looked as handsome as he could be.

“Oh, mygod,” Zhou Si Leng's little potty friend opened his mouth and looked at Night Peach with great admiration, "beautiful sister, I adore you so much. Oh, your painting is like a trick. It's amazing! ”

Night Peach lovingly touched Zhou Silong's head, "Do you like it? I didn't know it was Silent's birthday, so I didn't prepare a gift. Think of it as a birthday gift for you? ”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Zhou Silian's little potty friend joyfully danced with his hands. At this time, he turned his head and saw Cold Ho standing by the door, "Uncle!” He rushed over happily.

At night, Peach turned around and Zhou Si Leng Xiao Bon Friend had held Cold Ho's thigh warmly. Cold Ho rubbed his little Bon Friend's hair and looked up at her.

In contrast to his fourth eye, Peach lagged for a while at night because of an additional wound on the cheek of a cold-blooded man about five centimeters, a fine and handsome man like him, which somewhat damaged his aesthetic.

What's wrong with him?

Yesterday she saw him fine.

“Uncle, what happened to your face?” Zhou Si Leng's little friend leaned back to his little head and asked.

“It's okay," Cold Howe glanced at Zhou Xiaoliang and then looked at Night Peach. His voice was mute, “he accidentally cut it yesterday. ”