Billionair Husband Doted On His Substitute Wife

He Bing's red lips slightly hooked, "can you go down the stairs with one leg?"

Ye Ming's eyes sank, OK.

But he didn't open his mouth and obviously didn't want her to see his embarrassment.

"Have you ever had a woman in these three years?" he Bing asked again.

Ye Ming didn't expect that she would ask this question. Jianmei frowned slightly. He said, "what do you mean?"

He Bing raised his hand, indifferently and lazily tucked in a wisp of beautiful hair on his cheek behind his ears, "what do you mean, do you really don't understand or pretend not to understand? You only have one leg now, can you have a woman? Has your function in that aspect been lost together?"

Ye Ming stared at her. Her cold eyes were also looking at him. She seemed to be very interested in the problem itself, or provocative, and wanted to see his embarrassment.

He knew she did it on purpose.

The raised Adam's apple rolled up and down twice. He didn't answer the question.

At this time, he Bing raised his foot and kicked his left leg, "what do you say, mute?"

She is waiting for his answer.

Ye Ming stares at her fiercely. A girl is shameless to ask a mature man such a question.

He put his hands into his trouser pockets, pulled them, and answered coldly and hard, "I don't know, I haven't tried."

In the past three years, he has no women.

He doesn't even know what women are like.

Listening to this answer, there was no change on he Bing's palm sized little face. She glanced at him faintly, "that's right, which woman still likes you like you now, you deserve it!"

Ye Ming refused to talk about this topic again and kept silent for a few seconds. "Where's my prosthetic?"

"I don't know."

"Send someone to find it for me."

A few simple words, he's ordering her.

This man always gives orders. Although he is disabled now, he has no sense of disobedience when ordering her.

He Bing looked at his amputated right leg. The trouser leg there was cut off by the doctor when bandaging. She was sure that he was really disabled, "I want to find myself."

Ye Ming's handsome and profound facial features suddenly sink. Well, he can't use her now.

He thought her wings were hard.

At this time, with a grunt, his stomach cried. He didn't eat anything at night. He was hungry.

This sound was clearly heard by he Bing. She stared at the man, "hungry?"

Ye Ming's skin is bronze. Even if he blushes, he can't see it, but the outline of his face is very stiff. The sharp eye wind sweeps he Bing. Her wonderful eyes stare at him and see his jokes.

"Get me something to eat," he said, straining his voice.

"There's nothing to eat here."

Ye Ming frowned his heroic sword eyebrow and cursed in a low voice, "cheat the ghost. I saw you eat steak just now!"

The voice fell, and he regretted a little, because the girl's eyes had stared over, "you saw it. I thought you were not only disabled but also blind."

Even if she didn't give him a meal, she taunted him. Ye Ming pursed his thin lips into a cold arc, "I'm leaving."

He brushed his sleeves and left.

"Ye Ming, stop!" he Bing grabbed his sleeve and wouldn't let him go.

The next second, Ye Ming reached out and pushed her directly against the wall. His tall body immediately cast a shadow in front of her, "he Bing, enough, you're too much!"

He Bing looked up at him. He was really angry. He stared angrily and bit his cheek. It was terrible.