My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

“No, it's okay, don't worry, I just saw Miyagi hug you, I was so excited that I bled my nose.” Cold Haughty explains patiently.

Night Peach rubbed her lips, and her wet eyes glanced at him, "You deserve it! When you called Miyagi, it was very generous of you to say that I didn't shoot or do anything. I was arched by a pig that night? ”

Coldhoe was numb on her belly with this glance, clasped her shoulder, and he muttered, “If you shoot me, maybe there's no misunderstanding. ”

“Is that still my fault?” At night Peach punched him with a pink fist.

Cold Howe didn't shy away, letting her smash it, and he stared at her with a hot, dark eye.

Slowly from her eyes to her diamond lips...

The temperature in the cabin “rubbed” up a little bit, extremely ambiguous.

Coldhound pressed her down and kissed her on the lip.

At night Peach felt a little uncomfortable on her chest, as if she was going to throw up. She avoided and buried her little face under his white shirt collar.

Unkissed, Cold Ho opened his eyes, he looked at the bright little face in his arms and his ears became uncomfortably red.

He seems to be playing hooliganism.

At night Peach's shallowy fingers dragged his shirt, his voice glued sweetly, "I want some plums. ”

There is no Yang Mei in China this season.

“Got it. I'll get it. We'll be home soon. ”

“Mmm.”

……

In the afternoon, the sun was shining outside.

Peach sat on a soft wool carpet with a pencil and white paper in her hand.

“You want Yang Mei.” Cold Hao knelt half by her side and slimmed two fingers and handed a plum to her mouth.

Yang Mei is large and full, just washed, the water beads above are crystal clear and look appetizing.

At night Peach bit a small bite in his hand.

“Is it good? ”

“Well, sour and sweet. ”

Night Peach bit two more bites and the sour plum juice stained the man's fingers.

He had a fruit tray in his left hand and a white shirt in his right hand rolled up, revealing a sturdy little arm. His hand was beautiful. He used to hold a gun. Now he has a pen, and the bone joint is very powerful.

Night Peach dropped his eyes and put the last little bite of plum in his mouth.

Coldhound needs to take his hand back.

But the soft touch came from his finger belly, and he glanced at it, and the little woman stretched out her fragrant little tongue and licked his index finger twice, licking the plum juice.

Her taboo moves are invisible in the eyes of mature men, and she is cold and luxurious.

He stared hot at her.

Night Peach ignored, painted himself.

Cold Ho, …

He stretched out his palm and snapped her shoulder, then leaned over and kissed her hair.

And the maid came up and said, "Young master, there's your phone. ”

Cold pride stifled and retracted his hand.

“Pfft," Peach smiled at night.

Cold Ho, …

He's a little suspicious she's teasing him.

Answer the phone in the hands of the maid and listen to the phone.

Although he was on the phone, his eyes stayed on the little woman, who wore a loose white bubble dress today, her legs curled and long, the cold wind outside would wiggle her open hair, she sat with a paper pen, and she looked like a college girl.

Coldhound rolled a throat knot and quickly put up a large tent in his suit pants.

He realized now that he was in his teens, that he was mature, and that she was just blooming like a rose and beautifully gracious.

……

The man was answering the phone, and Peach went back to his room at night.

Though she ate Yang Mei, she wanted to vomit and drowned over the toilet for a moment. She washed her face with cold water.

Next to her was a bathtub filled with warm water and flowing with rose petals. The maid was ready to bathe her. At night Peach had a big time, she sat on a high sink and stretched out her feet to play with the water.

Coldhoe came in and saw this picture, her silky hair tucked behind her ears, two little hands on the sink, her shell-like little toes stirring the crystal clear water.

Like the fairy in the picture.

Cold haughty's eyes overflowed with deep obsession, his long legs up front, and he said, "How to play with water here, it's time for dinner. ”

Peach looked up at night and his eyebrows curled and laughed, "Here you are. ”

She lifted a string of water beads.

The water beads were splashed with cold-blouse white shirts, black suit pants.

“Stop messing around, just have a little fun, get some water on you, you'll catch a cold later.” Cold Howe came down in front of her and wrapped her lovely little feet in her palm, wiping them dry with a clean towel.

“You're so boring, you know how to teach me a lesson.” Night peaches drummed their pink cheeks.

Cold eyebrows, he's a bit old-fashioned, that's why he's attracted to her.

He liked the youthfulness of her body, so delicate.

“If you like to play with water, I'll take you on a yacht in a couple of days and we'll go to the beach.” Cold and soft to her.

Night Peach's eyes lit up, "Really? ”

“Mm-hmm.” Coldhound nodded.

Peach was happy at night, and she crooked her little head, "Don't cheat. ”

Cold Haughty was crunched like her, and he hugged her, “No cheating, let's eat first. ”

He's going to hold her across.

At night, Peach reached out and held him around his neck with two small hands, and two thin legs caught his precise core, and she climbed onto him.

She's gonna hold it up.

Cold Hoover hugged her full of fragrant tenderness and pulled her lips together, holding her buttocks up with his palm.

“Cold Ho, I don't want to eat tonight. ”

“No, you'll be hungry if you don't eat dinner. ”

“But I don't have an appetite, I can't eat...”

“Neither can that. ”

“Oh, you, I don't want to eat now.” Night Peach passed into his short, slippery hair and pulled his hair off with delicacy.

Coldhound's consciousness was straight and his voice was mute, "Well... let me know when you want to eat, and I'll let the cook make it for you. ”

“Mm-hmm.” Night Peach nodded.

When they came to the bed, Cold Horse pressed her into a soft mattress, and he refused to leave. His palms stood beside her, and he looked at her with a burning glow.

Night Peach didn't know what he wanted to do. Her delicate little face evaporated and she deliberately asked, “What are you doing? ”

Cold ho doesn't talk.

“Say something.” Night Peach flashed his big eyes and looked innocent.

“Peach.” Cold and desperate, he was sure she was teasing him, looking at his impulse, and he called her name in silence and anxiety.

At night Peach provoked the brow of Willow Leaf, overflowing with the feminine flair of the little woman.

Stuffy man.

He refused to say the thoughts that were in his heart.

Cold ho took a quick breath and leaned over and kissed her delicate lips.

Her lips were fragrant, she was addicted to it once she kissed her, and Cold Horse tried to pry her teeth open.

But a small hand pushed him away against his chest.

“What's the matter?” He asked.

Peach didn't talk at night, she grabbed his big palm and pulled it slightly onto her stomach.