My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Peach nodded at night, she knew, she knew.

It's all right, as long as the surgery succeeds, his people will be fine.

Maybe there's another surgery, and nobody knows when this painful ordeal will end, okay, she'll be with him forever.

In the intensive care unit.

Cold Howe was still in a coma, he had an oxygen mask on his face, a drip on his hand, Peach's eyes sat red at night, and she didn't know where he could touch it.

Where she touches him won't hurt.

Is that how he's been coming for more than two months?

He's alone.

She actually left him alone.

The hot tears blurred her gaze and Peach cried silently at night. She bent down and covered her forehead with a gentle, pitiful kiss.

Cold Ho, I love you. You know what?

If you love me too, please stick with me. We agreed to laugh together in the future, it hurts together...

……

The next morning.

Cold Howe opened his eyes slowly, and there was a group of doctors and nurses in his sight, who were delighted and gave him a full body exam.

“Congratulations, Mr. Cold, you made it through again.” The doctor held him to the bedside.

Cold haughty's gaze slipped through the faces of everyone. He was looking for that beautiful face, but he didn't find it.

The hope in his eyes suddenly dimmed, and he drowned his eyelids.

Was he dreaming?

Dreaming of her coming to him?

Looks like he's really confused.

He snapped his lips in ridicule and loneliness.

At this point, the ward door was pushed open, and a bright little figure appeared, "What do you think, are you awake? ”

Cold ho was stiff and raised his head slowly.

Peach's eyes looked at him reddened at night.

It's really her.

She's still here.

He's not dreaming!

The attending physician pushed in, "Oh, Mr. Cold, I just discussed your condition with your wife, and you woke up. Congratulations, Mr. Cold really has a good wife. Your wife has been watching you for two nights without closing her eyes. ”

Cold and haughty listening to the doctor, he felt like he was dreaming again.

“What's wrong with you? Is there anything wrong? The anesthetic will be over soon. Your leg is going to hurt.” Night peach's apricot eyes were covered with a soft tear.

She seemed like she was going to cry, but the tears couldn't fall off. It was so pathetic that any man would want to hold her in his arms.

Cold ho feels dry.

The doctors went out and Peach looked at him at night and asked softly, "Would you like some water? ”

“Mm-hmm.” Coldhound nodded.

Peach poured some hot water into the cup at night, then sat by the bed, her eyes blowing away the hot air, and then fed him with a small spoon.

Cold Hoover drinks water with her little hand.

“You can't eat yet. I'll let you cook porridge at home at night. The doctor says you have to stay in the hospital for two days to observe...”

“They say... you are my wife...”

Night Peach's little hand stopped and hummed, “What, influencing your new wife? ”

“That's not what I meant...”

“What do you mean? ”

“I...” Cold luxuriously rubbed her thin lips, not knowing how to say it.

He's just happy.

Night Peach laughed at his clumsiness like a bear, and she knew he couldn't say one, two, three.

“The doctor said you needed a rehabilitation teacher, they mentioned it many times, but you refused, and you didn't seem to want to walk anymore. Why? ”

Cold ho doesn't talk.

He didn't think about it so much. When he came back from Kyoto, his whole soul was lost. Without her, the world meant nothing to him.

He locked his heart.

“Hey, Cold Ho, you don't really want to be in a wheelchair for the rest of your life, you have to think about it. When you're in a wheelchair, your life has to be fake. Your world is the distance that four wheelchairs can reach. ”

“There is also the most realistic problem, in the future you will have to find a new wife, when you want to do some bed entertainment, you can only get on and off women, and those cars, sofas, carpets or wilderness are insulated from you. ”

As Peach stood up at night, she stretched out her slender white hand and lifted Cold Ho's jaw, “Such a handsome man, what a sexy lip, and your eight abs, proud long legs, nobody will ever see it again, you say it's a pity? ”

Leng Hao did not expect her to talk about this topic, and said so openly, the irritability factor in the ward was "dashed” and lit.

His warm blood poured into his brain and eventually sent him somewhere down there...

A large tent was erected under the quilt.

He wants it.

The sexy throat knot rolled over and he pushed away her sparkling little hand, "Stop it. ”

He's been through a lot.

He didn't think about it, he wouldn't sleep with another woman except her, but now she's asking, it's a problem.

“Did you agree to the rehabilitation teacher thing? ”

“Mm-hmm.” Coldhound nodded.

Night Peach was satisfied, "Let's keep drinking. ”

Coldhound snatched the cup in her hand, "I'll drink it myself. ”

He will drink every glass of water.

Faster, choking, he coughed twice.

Night Peach patted him on the back, "Slow down, are you thirsty? ”

She set him on fire and blamed him for being so thirsty, cold-blooded,...

……

At night Peach went to the bathroom and fetched a pot of hot water, then sat by the bed, and she reached out and unbuttoned his uniform.

Coldhound held her hand, “What are you doing? ”

“I'll wipe your body. ”

“No, let the caregiver come.” The cold-blooded lines were mute and the tent under the quilt had not gone away, and it was embarrassing.

Seeing him refuse, Peach twisted her eyebrows at night, and she wasn't happy either, so Yin Yang freaked out, “There are so many beautiful little nurses in the hospital, I'll find you the prettiest one to serve you! ”

She got up and left.

“Peach!” Cold Haughty grabbed her weak, boneless little hand again, and slowly and forcefully wrapped it in his palm. It took a long time for him to say, “I don't want anyone else! ”

Peach stared at him at night, and the bright sun outside the window plated him with brilliance, a man who, due to his morbidity, revealed a certain clarity of inner restraint, handsome and unsightly.

Night peach's beautiful apricot eyes stain a little spring.

Sitting by the bed, she reached out and unbuttoned him.

He lost weight, his body grew more sophisticated, his wheat skin, his clavicle was prettier than that of a woman, his eight abdominal muscles with distinct barriers, and his little face, which Peach looked at at at at night, became red.

She just wanted to wipe his body, not think about it so much.

Now she's a little embarrassed.

Squeeze the towel clean, she gently wiped his body, the two were close, his breath wrapped around him, and Peach's heart began to beat faster at night.

Heartbeat.

Cold Ho felt worse. He straightened his back and the towel was stretched with electricity everywhere. His breath was all over her hair and his body smelled like a teenager.

Enchantment.