My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Leng Hao looked at her, not moving, for a long time, he lifted his thin lip, “I can do it too...”

He can do it too.

Night Peach was shocked and quickly retracted her hand. She shook her head. “No, no... I'm going to try the wedding dress tomorrow. I'm Miyagi's fiancée...”

Said she struggled to get up, “I'll find him myself...”

Still standing up, her legs softened and she fell straight down, falling on the man's sturdy thighs.

At night Peach looked up in a hurry and directly hit Cold Hao's deep, painful and burning eyes.

Her whole person looked like she was burned by fire, hurriedly avoided her eyes, refused to look at him again, she couldn't look, she knew... she wanted him now.

When she was just crushed by that filthy man, he was all over her head.

She wants him to save her.

She was still thinking that if she was tarnished, she would never survive and she would not allow herself to become dirty.

Maybe she's also very traditional in her bones, and she only accepts that she has one man.

That man is... him.

“Peach...” The man's burning breath pressed in, hegemonic and dangerous, "Don't think about the palace, he won't come. ”

“What do you mean? ”

“If I don't let him come, he can't.” Cold Howe looked at her and said word for word.

“Pfft!” Peach slapped him at night, “You know what you're talking about? ”

Coldhoe was beaten half the time in the face, he knew what he was talking about, he had never been sober in his life.

He turned his face and looked at her smile, smiling like an opium poppy on the edge of a cliff, grumpy and desperate, "You can't get out of this door today, I, you're set. ”

“You!” Peach trembled at night. At the moment of strength, his mind began to divert again. It was really hot, and there seemed to be bugs eating in the bone marrow.

It hurts.

Leng Hao knew she was upset, and he was upset, but what else could he do besides force her, force her to want him?

Ask him to call Miyagi unless he dies.

Night Peach's face grew redder and brighter, as a powerful arm clamped her soft slim waist and let her sit across his leg.

“Cold Ho, please, don't...” She held onto his shoulder and remembered, really can't. She did it with him. What about Miyagi?

She is Miyagi's fiancée.

Miyagi accompanied her during her most difficult years. Miyagi waited for her for 20 years. Miyagi was the second man to hold her in her hand besides Daddy, and she did not want to hurt him.

She hates herself. Why would she do that, just like this asshole?

“Peach, I want you to feel good. I want you to feel good. ”

Cold Hoover closed his eyes and unzipped his pants.

“Ah!” Peach screamed a fine scream at night, and it really hurt, but I don't know if it was because of the drug in her body or something. The next second, her brain was white.

Satin-like hair draws the ultimate curvature in the air.

Cold Hao felt uncomfortable. Young-powered shoulders were choked by her nails. He raised his head slightly. The raised male throat ran out of control and rolled sexy up and down.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment of spark, and two minutes later, Peach was sweaty and soft on his shoulder.

“Enough... I'm good...” she remembered.

Cold Haughty hugged her and kissed her wet hair with joy and love, "You're just as good as you used to be, leave me alone, regardless. ”

Night Peach buried her face in his neck, she mumbled in pain, “I don't want to... you made me... what should I do in the future...”

“With me.”

Cold Haughty spits two words in her ear, then re-buckles her slim waist...

Night Peach was confused, and she felt like she was searching a boat, opening an eye seam, and she found herself with him on the carpet.

She immediately pushed him, her voice stained with delicacy, “Go to bed... go to bed...”

Coldhound stopped, held her hips and took her to bed.

Black hair spread over a snow-white pillow, and Peach's gaze at night revealed that he hadn't even taken off his shirt and that he was still wearing a tie.

The tears in her eyes could no longer hold, covering her face with her hands, she whimpered low, “Miyagi... woo, Miyagi...”

The name is her last redemption.

Her name was Miyagi. At this time, her name was Miyagi. Cold as an arrow, the powerless bitterness swept away from the tip of her heart.

But he doesn't regret it.

“Wife,” Cold Ho leaned down to kiss her trembling fingertips, kissing her hot tears, and he covered her lips, "Wife, remember, it's me who wants you now, not the palace! Oh, I don't think Miyagi will want you anymore, he won't want a woman who'll be right under me in a second. ”

“Don't say it!” Peach opened his mouth at night and bit off his lips, and the smell of blood poured into her mouth.

Cold Ho punched her tongue into her mouth while she could.

Night Peach seemed to have a major illness. The whole person was soaked in sweat. She struck him and shook his head like a wave drum. “I want to take a bath, I want to take a bath...”

“Good girl, wait a minute...”

“No, I have to wash it now.” Peach at night, like a delicate child, reached out and pulled the tie around his neck.

Cold, luxurious, sophisticated eyebrows overflowed with softness, hugging her, and the two walked to the bathroom.

Warm water flushed onto her and Peach sighed comfortably at night, when she snapped a large palm on her shoulder and was twisted.

Two small hands were forced against the tile.

“You…”

Cold Howe covered it from the back, "Not enough. ”

Night Peach couldn't tell if her face was water or tears. After four years of spinning around, she still couldn't escape.

She suddenly remembered a very serious problem, "Measures… Cold ho, measures! ”

Good, she knows who he is.

He snapped her restless body, muttering, “It's too late. ”

……

Night Peach opened her eyes and the clear moonlight outside the window spilled through the veil, she wondered what time it was.

It's like the night.

Moving, she found herself locked in, with a wide, warm chest behind her, and she was hugged.

She remembers.

Her gaze fell on the carpet, where she threw her pajamas and a man's shirt and pants, and the room smelled luxurious and could not dissipate.

She had to admit, it wasn't a dream, she really had sex with Leng Hao.

Her long eyelashes trembled and she wanted to get up.

But his waist was pressed against his palm, she moved, Cold Ho woke up, buried in her pink neck and sniffed, he said, "Sleep a little longer. ”

“Let go!” Her cold opening.

Cold Howe opened his eyes completely.

At night Peach pulled his fingers apart, then sat up, got out of bed, and her feet fell on the carpet. She almost fell paralyzed, crushed like a wheel, extremely uncomfortable between her legs.