My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

“Peach, let's go back.” The Night Father ended his brief glance and held her by the shoulder and turned her around.

“Mmm.” Peach nodded at night, entering the villa.

……

Returning to his room, Peach came to the curtain at night, with a slim white index finger pulling out a curtain seam, the thicker the fog outside, the shadow outside the door was shaky and hazy.

He didn't go.

Then the phone vibrated again and texted.

Open the text and look, it's cold and proud, two words short --- come down.

He wants her down.

Night Peach's face was a little white, a few seconds late, and she blacklisted his number.

Turning to take a bath in the bathroom, she lays on a soft queen bed, turns off the lights and sleeps with her eyes closed.

The man outside, she and he were long over.

There will be no intersections.

……

The next morning.

Waking up at night, after breakfast, she went out with a small bag. Today is Miyagi's birthday. She wants to make a birthday cake for Miyagi herself.

There was an exclusive driver at home, Peach in the back seat at night, and the driver asked, "Miss, where are we going now? ”

“Go to a supermarket nearby, I'll buy something. ”

“Okay.”

The car drove all the way and Peach looked through the window at night, when she suddenly noticed that there was a car following her, which was... Cold Ho.

What does he want?

Night Peach smiled clearly, let him go.

The car parked in front of the supermarket, Peach picked up a trolley for the supermarket at night, and she chose something, low-powder flour, butter, light cream… all for making cakes.

At night Peach pushes the cart around the corner, “Make way, please make way!”, a four-wheeled truck full of containers pulled over rapidly and was about to hit her.

“Careful!” At this point, a strong arm wrapped around her thin waist and she was steadily protected in her arms.

Night Peach's side eyes look, it's cold.

Today he changed a grey shirt, his body was tall and pulled out, the scar on his right face was much faded, he could not see clearly, but he had not shaved for a long time, he had accumulated a layer of slag on his jaw, maybe he had not slept or slept last night, his eyelids recessed, revealing a few sharp mulberries.

He looked at her with heartache and nervousness in his eyes.

Night Peach broke off his arm, took two steps back, and she smiled heartlessly, "Mr. Cold, when did you become a sick stalker? ”

Cold and profound looking at her, the contour was tight, "Yesterday I flew to Kyoto and waited downstairs... did you close my phone number to the black list? ”

“Yes.” Night Peach admitted, “I've made myself clear in T City, and I don't think we need to contact each other anymore, Mr. Cold, to advise you, go back to T City, Kyoto is not your place, I don't want to make things look too bad. ”

She was warning him that this was her father's territory, and if he followed her again, she would take action.

I'm afraid he'll have difficulty closing.

Cold Hoover has turned thin lips into an arc of forest cold.

Night Peach didn't have time to pick him up, and she pushed the cart away.

Coldhound followed her, looking at the stuff in the cart, and he said, "What are you buying? ”

“Oh, Miyagi, it's his birthday and I'm going to make him a cake myself.” Night Peach answered casually.

Cold gaze, angry, but looking at her absolutely soft back, he couldn't get angry, his thin lips moved, he didn't shake his hard mouth, “I haven't even eaten your own birthday cake. ”