My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

The receptionist mustered courage and shouted at Cold Ho's back because it was her last hope.

The voice had just fallen and a strong wind had swept around her, and the paper in her hand had been taken.

Leng Hao opened quickly, and the note was in the line of Juanxiu's small letters-- I'm not married to Miyagi, and I'm back in Kyoto.

“Where is she?” Cold eyes ask wildly.

The receptionist stuttered, “Well, I'm long gone...”

“Why didn't you call me when she came? ”

“I did, but... Manager Chen is dead. ”

“Let Chen pack the package and go back to Africa! ”

Coldhound snatched out the door.

With the front desk in place, the president just ran away like a wind?

Honey, this note is so powerful.

The receptionist missed Amitabha Buddha in his heart. It seems that the beautiful and unorthodox woman is really the CEO's wife. Fortunately, she has eyes and beads.

The receptionist returned to her seat and she picked up the phone, “Hey, Manager Chen. ”

“Why are you calling again? Don't you really want to do it tomorrow? ”

“Well, Manager Chen, as if you don't have to do it tomorrow, the president just said you should pack up and roll back to Africa. ”

Chen at that end, "Shenma? ”

“Manager Chen, I didn't finish on the phone, the woman is called Night Peach. ”

Chen, …

Nima, it's the Buddha!

He's such a loser!

The president of his family was under her firm control in five fingers, and he turned her away. People like him deserved three episodes!

But the stool under his ass isn't hot yet!

It's hot in Africa, and when he comes back, he's gonna be a black man!

……

Lincoln Deluxe drove on the road at normal speeds, and in the car, Cold Deluxe took out his cell phone, "Hey, check out my flight to Kyoto today. ”

“Today's flight to Kyoto is 2: 30 p.m. and 6: 00 p.m., respectively, Mr. President. ”

“Got it. ”

Soon, Lincoln parked outside the airport gate and Coldhaw opened the door and ran in.

He's nervous looking around, but there's no one he's looking for.

I looked down at the famous steel watch on my wrist, and it's 2: 35.

Flights to Kyoto have taken off.

That's five minutes away.

She's gone!

Leng Hao stood still, panting in her eyes, still a step late, she still left!

Look around at these strange faces, Cold Ho turns around and walks forward.

Walked one step and his footsteps stopped because Peach was standing in front of him at night.

She looked at him, her nose was red and her delicate face was full of tear balls.

“Peach!” Cold giant steps forward, then stretches out his long arm and pulls her into his arms, he buries her in the hair and kisses hard, "Great, you're not leaving. ”

“In five minutes, I'm not letting you go. I'm flying to Kyoto to find you. ”

Night Peach swallows, “I'm... going to leave, I know... you'll fly to Kyoto to find me, but... for the last four years... you've been chasing me, this time... I'll stop and wait for you to get better..."

Cold and full of joy, let her go, he held her little face with two big palms, softly and spoiled, “Okay, don't cry, it's all my fault, I apologize to you, you almost melted my heart cry...”

Night Peach looked up at him, her bright eyes filled with a bright light of water, soft and delicate. Any man who looked wanted to hold her in his arms, I saw pity.

“Liar! You left me alone at home, you avoided me, your heart was so harsh, you didn't want me at all.” She complained.

He didn't miss her at all, but she missed him and was going crazy.

As long as she thought of his nosebleed, she couldn't help but fling with her wings.

“I miss you, really want, my head, my heart is full of you, just think of you with Miyagi, I'm jealous crazy, I'm afraid I'll lose control, Peach, I don't know, I don't know you... you're not married. You're not really married, are you? You're not lying to me. It's not a dream? ”

Night Peach pinched him and hammered him. She pounded her lips. “You've slept with me. Why would Miyagi want me? He doesn't want me anymore! ”

Cold Ho rubbed her pink fist in his palm and kissed her with his mouth, "He doesn't want you, I want you! I'll be responsible for you. You'll always be my cold-blooded woman! ”

“Well, go find another woman. I hear there are many women in Hong Kong who like you and want to marry you...” She is jealous after all.

“They like me. It's their business. It's none of my business. I don't want anyone. ”

Night Peach pulled his little hand back, “Who wants you, I haven't decided to be with you yet, depending on your future performance. ”

“Well, I'm sure I'll behave well!” After that, Cold Howe held her in his arms and wanted to rub her into bone blood.

Just thinking that he almost lost her, that she was waiting for him at the airport lobby crying and he wanted to kill himself.

“Peach, Peach...” He mumbled her name, then leaned over and kissed the tears on her face.

She's not really married to Miyagi. It's not a dream!

When he got her note, he thought he was dreaming.

After all these years, he didn't know if God had begun to take care of him. He didn't even dare to think about it. His beloved girl came to him.

“Peach.” Cold Ho wants to kiss her lips.

“No!” Night Peach slammed against his wide, warm chest and refused.

“What, are you still mad?” He rubbed her mandible with his crude thumb.

Night peach puffy long lashes with teardrops on them, trembling and trembling and beautiful, “Not angry, but everyone is looking at us. ”

Cold lips raised their heads and the people in the airport lobby were watching them.

The next second, her body was empty and Peach was held across at night.

Afraid of falling, she quickly grabbed the white shirt on his chest with two small hands, her mouth raised and she smiled sweetly.

“Wow!” Someone was sucking around at this time, and the little girl's envious drool, “Oh, my God, this man is so handsome, look at his muscles! ”

Night Peach held his neck tight with two little hands. This man is hers!

……

Coldhound held her in the passenger seat, bypassing the car and leaning over to fasten her seat belt.

“No more crying, huh? ”

“Mm-hmm.” Peach nodded at night, smoking his red wings.

At this point, the two men were so close that the sun outside the window refracted in through the glass window, the man's angular and handsome face was warm and charming, and her senses filled him with a clean and healthy masculine smell.

She rarely saw him in a white shirt, the best looking man she'd ever seen in a white shirt.

“Are you still nosebleed?” She whispered.