Billionair Husband Doted On His Substitute Wife

He Bing stared at Ye Ming in front and didn't speak.

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An hour later, the luxury car stopped in the underground palace.

In the luxury box, scorpion and he Bing sat on the main seat, and Ye Ming stood in a dark corner.

At this time, the box door was pushed open, and the landlady came in with a group of gorgeous girls. "Sir, I called the top cards of our palace. As long as the price is appropriate, you can choose."

The top players of the underground palace were all young and beautiful, with white skin and long legs. They quickly rushed at the scorpion, "Sir, choose me."

"Go, my real lady is here. Let's play." the scorpion drove away the top cards.

Although the first card is beautiful, it is still one day compared with he Bing.

"Sir, you don't choose us. Why do you ask us to come here?"

The scorpion stretched out his hand and pointed to Ye Ming in the corner. "My driver is your uncle tonight. He will choose you."

"Driver?"

Those top cards quickly showed disdain. They usually serve dignitaries and thieves. In short, they are black and white dignitaries. When did they serve a small driver?

They turned around at the same time and looked at Ye Ming in the corner.

Ye Mingyi stood there in black, his cap pressed very low, making him silent and gloomy.

Although I can't see his face clearly, I can see his figure.

Those top-notch eyes wandered on him one after another, from top to bottom, and refused to let go of every minute and inch. Ye Ming was nearly one meter nine tall, tall and strong. In the black belly was his undulating strong muscles, and his waist line was tight and narrow. The perfect inverted triangle fell into his trousers, which made people want to open his belly to see if he had the eight abdominal muscles.

Those top cards were still disdained just now. Now they take a breath of air conditioning. The man's figure is so good that people's blood is on the verge of nosebleed.

The hero of those idol dramas, or the international male model of large-scale t-show, don't have such a good figure as him.

The best.

"Uncle," someone shouted and ran directly to Ye Ming, "you choose me. I have a beautiful face."

"Choose me, choose me, I have a good figure."

"Go away, you should choose me. I have a beautiful face and a good figure!"

All of a sudden, those top cards were going to fight for Ye Ming.

He Bing sat in the soft sofa. She watched Ye Ming surrounded by those Yingyan, and her delicate eyebrows twisted up.

How many women liked him when he was Xiaocheng three years ago.

Three years later, he had nothing. He was still liked by women.

It's like one after another. They all want to be with him. The peach blossom on his body has never broken.

"A driver makes you fight. The underground palace is not a man's gold selling cave, but an underground cold palace. You haven't seen a man?" he Bing said.

Hearing this, Ye Ming raised his dark eyes and looked at he Bing. He saw great jealousy in her bright eyes.

She's jealous.

Ye Ming's handsome eyelids were tinged with a faint smile.

The scorpion took a sip of wine, "Bingbing, you're really wrong. I'm a good driver. I don't believe it. Let him show you some push ups."

Before he Bing spoke, the beauties cheered excitedly, "OK, OK, but we want him to take off his coat and do push ups."

Men do push ups is the best time to highlight their figure, especially when they take off their coat.