My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Peach avoided his eyes at night.

Cold Ho stared at her and shouted, "Chen! ”

“Yes, sir.” Chen, guarded outside the door, quickly walked in.

“Get her out of here. ”

“Yes.”

Chen walked to the snow dance, “Miss Snow Dance, are you going by yourself or should I take you with me? ”

Snow Dance, …

She was unwilling, "President, I'm not leaving. Let me stay and take care of you, I... Mmm! ”

The mouth of the snow dance was covered by Chen's hand. Chen's other hand held her arm, twisted it, held it, stretched her leg and kicked the back knee of the snow dance. The snow dance did not want to go, but also left.

Chen didn't bother to get her out and shut the ward door.

He wanted to do these moves a long time ago, and at this moment, the clouds flowed naturally, unequivocally.

Snow dance painful face is full of tears,...

The ward was completely quiet, and at night Peach slammed his palm hard on the man's eyes, and she lifted her legs to the door.

“Where to?” Cold Ho comes after her and grabs her little hand.

Peach dodged at night and didn't let him succeed. “Now that the snow dance is gone, I should say goodbye. ”

“Are you here to let the snow dance go? ”

“Yes.”

“She's gone, so I'm out of value. ”

Man is so stupid. He never thought of it. Why did you let the snow dance go?

“Yes.” Nodded Peach at night.

“Huh...” Cold Ho chuckled, and he quickly walked forward and hugged her directly from the back.

Peach's footsteps stifled at night and struggled quickly, "Let go! ”

“Don't put it.” Cold Howe closed her tired eyes and buried her head in her hair, which smelled just like four years ago.

“Are you being so cruel to me? If you want me dead, don't come to see me! I was lying in bed this morning looking out the window at the sun, and I felt like I was dying, but you came, and even if you weren't doing it for me, I felt like I was alive, but you were leaving again, Peach. Is that how you want me to die? ”

Listen to the man in pain, the peach nose turned red at night, she smiled and definitely broke his hug, “What does it matter to me if you're alive or dead? ”

She reached out to open the ward door.

But he snapped her shoulder, and as soon as the man pushed her, she twisted her body, just trying to struggle, and he snapped her little hands and pressed them against the wall.

That's how she got in his arms.

“Cold Ho, let go, don't touch me!” She screamed out of control.

The cold wind swept through his eyes, and he stared at her wildly and fiercely, like an animal already on the verge of crashing, and he gasped and laughed, “Can you like me a little bit if I listen to you? ”

“Dream! ”

“If so, why should I listen to you? Anyway, you already hate me, I might as well make myself feel better. ”

After that, Cold Ho leaned down and kissed her on her crimson lips.

He wanted to kiss her a long time ago.

Night Peach flanked his head so hard that he wouldn't kiss her. What right does he have to kiss her?

Cold, thin lips fell on her face, her skin like shell chicken protein, water fragrance, he knotted his throat and buried it in her pink neck along her face.

At this time, she still doesn't smell bad and even smells good.

His lips were dry, her skin was delicate, and he made her itch and ache everywhere. Four years ago, that feeling of ripeness instantly swept all over her body, like a current.

She bandaged her body, biting her teeth and panting.

She really hated herself. Miyagi was so good to her, but Miyagi touched her. She just wanted to push away. Now he touched her. She hated him so much, but her body persuaded him.

All these years, she hasn't forgotten anything.

Even the feeling of rolling over with him has never been forgotten.

Cold Howe felt his tongue dry and his throat was like a rolling charcoal. He was no longer satisfied with the intimacy of his neck, releasing her little hand, and he reached out to unbutton her coat.

He had to take off his hands and beat Peach so hard at night that she pressed his big palm to keep him from unbuttoning. He was impatient and ripped her button off directly from the top.

His two palms slipped down from her shoulder and his thumb accidentally touched the ups and downs in her chest. He closed his eyes and slowly buckled her thin waist like Yang Liu, where the soft curve made him forget. He put his lips against her earlobes and gasped in agony.

Night Peach tried to avoid the turbid and hot breath of his breath, and his little hand slapped him in the palm of his hand without letting him touch it.

But she sensibly sensed that there was a wooden stick against her belly.

She burned her whole face, and she knew what it was.

“Cold Ho, you're nasty!” She cursed.

Cold Hao opened his mouth and bit her earlobes, muttering, “Where am I nasty? ”

Night Peach,...

She drowned her head and swept something from his place, and the sick suit was loose, and he was there like a tent.

She was also extremely angry, reaching for her hand and holding it hard.

Cold Ho snorted, wondering if it was happy or painful.

“Cold Ho, let go of me, or I'll ruin you!” She had a hard time.

Cold haughty had no doubt about what she said, and she probably would have really scrapped him.

Reach out your right hand and squeeze her delicate cheeks. He forces her to look at him, “Oh,” he laughs, "then it's over... you don't want it anymore. What use is it if I keep it? ”

“You!” Night Peach bites his teeth, "you think I won't dare? ”

“You dare, but I won't let go either.” Cold Ho rubbed her face with his nose wings, “Do you remember, once before, you were interested in this thing and held it fully for one night...”

Peach let go of his stuff at night and quickly covered his mouth.

She won't let him talk.

At this moment, the water flowed through her eyes, as if she were so ashamed, that Cold Ho looked at her without blinking, and kissed her palm silently.

Night Peach lightning hands open.

The next second, her lips were soft and Cold Ho kissed her down.

His kiss swept over, and Peach stared at him at night. When he snapped her teeth off, she forgot to bite her teeth, leaving him to drive straight in.

Coldhound kissed her with his eyes closed, and he gently and forcefully drew her sweetness, then snapped her tongue to let her dance with him.

That's the feeling that made his scalp numb and bloodthirsty, and for the past four years, it's been in his dreams more than once.

He didn't think he'd get another chance.

She has a sweet mouth, like jelly.

Night Peach's little hand against his chest slowly grabbed his medical uniform, she wanted to resist, but her palms were weak, and the whole person had to go down soft.

The long, puffy lashes trembled twice, and she closed her appointed eyes, slowly releasing her little hand grabbing his clothes and climbing onto his wide shoulder.