My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

He looks at her and doesn't talk.

“Honey, what's wrong with you? Why are you looking at me like this? Everybody says you're dead. If you're not dead, why haven't you come back to me for the last three months? ”

“Oh, I see, you... lost your memory, right? Look, I'm glad I was ready. I'll show you this.” Lu Jie shoved Little Red Ben into Yoon's palm.

Yin Zhicheng flipped open Ben, and in the photo she snuggled his shoulder and laughed so brilliantly.

“Honey, it's okay to lose your memory. I'm officially introducing you now. My name is Lu Jing. Um, it's your wife. I'll be nice to you in the future.” Lu Zheng grabbed Yin Zhicheng's big, symbolic grip.

Yin Zhicheng picked out the eyebrows of the sword and looked expensive. Although he still didn't say anything, his eyes overflowed with drowsiness and tenderness.

……

In the room, Lu Jie in the bath.

She wiped the water beads off her body with a towel, then stood in front of the sink and covered her little face with two small hands, so hot.

She had just turned over a few women's pajamas in the closet here, and she was not worried that they belonged to other women, because the hanging cards on the pajamas were new.

She picked out a pajama and put it on softly and gracefully, making sure she looked perfect before leaving the bathroom.

Yoon Zhicheng sat on the sofa, pure white shirt wrapped five fingers clean and long, he had a cigarette in his fingers, two long legs gracefully stacked up, his left hand pressed the document on his knee, while he frowned smoking and read the document, as can be seen, he has been busy lately.

Lu Zheng had a pair of apricot eyes in the spring, and now she realizes that he will also reveal this rich man's head. Well, who makes him rich?

“Stop smoking.” Lu Zheng walked over, reaching out his little hand and snatching half a cigarette between his fingers.

Yoon Zhicheng glanced at her with his eyelids lifted and never looked away from her.

She wore a strappy pink pajama with a fine shoulder strap hooked to her shoulder, revealing all the greasy skin on her chest, thin silk material behind which was still barefoot, if hidden, a pair of pajamas underneath, lace hooked under her knees, she was not wearing shoes and stepped barefoot on the carpet.

Yoon Zhi glanced down and breathed his last smoke at her.

He was so evil that Lu Zheng's little face “swept up" and burned. What did she want? He looked at it clearly, and the mature man's eyes were full of wind.

“Honey, it's... it's getting late, let's... get some sleep.” Dry Baba's mouth.

Yoon Zhicheng looked at her reddish little face and pulled out a teasing curve at the corner of her mouth. “Go to sleep first, I'll see the documents. ”

Lu Jie, …

He did it on purpose, didn't he?

She's already sent out a signal like him, he can't believe he doesn't want it!

Lu Jing was also difficult. He really looked back at the document. It was not the same thing when she stood up, but she did too much. She had no experience and he was always there for her.

Lu Jie stretched out Snow White's pencil and stepped on his shiny pointed leather shoes.

Yoon Zhi paused for a moment.

Lu Jie's feet quickly climbed up his shoes and climbed onto his firm thighs.

“Cut it out, huh?” Yoon Zhicheng's statue is not intrusive. Instead, she was not seduced, but moved her little foot away.

Lu Jie, …

He's a fake, isn't she charming?