Billionair Husband Doted On His Substitute Wife

"Bingbing..."

"It's called... Dian Dian. I miss you every minute and every bit in the past three years. Bit by bit is my love for you."

So my daughter called Dian Dian.

Ye Ming's eyes were red. He nodded, "OK, our daughter will call Dian Dian in the future."

idiot.

They already have a daughter.

He Bing wants to talk and tell him that she has given birth to a daughter for him.

But she's so tired. Her strength is pulling away. She doesn't even have the strength to open her eyes.

He Bing closed his eyes and never opened them again.

She slept.

She still slept.

Ye Ming didn't dare to drop his eyes or look down. The big palm holding the steering wheel jumped with green tendons. His heart hurt. Every breath hurt. He was dying of pain.

Time went back to those nights many years ago. He slept alone in every corner of the world.

He was left behind.

From then on he became a man again.

The world is so big that his home is gone.

His love in this life, nowhere to put.

He didn't know what kind of pain it was. His heart curled up. His eyes were hot with pain, but his eyes were dry and didn't shed a tear.

Now the two big palms clenched the steering wheel. His strong thighs lay on her gradually cold body. Her eyes were suddenly wet, and something overflowed in his heart.

One drop, two drops, three drops... The tears in his eyes fell down and blurred his sight for a moment.

The tears are so hot.

It burned his heart and burned him up.

Time is irreversible. It's still too late.

He Bing.

His he Bing.

He once thought he Bing was a gift from God. In recent years, God seems to have begun to give him special treatment, but he Bing was taken back.

His thick and strong shoulders began to move. He didn't cry. He didn't know what a man was like when he cried. He didn't know how to relieve the pain in his heart. He pinched his fist and bit on his lips in a hurry.

All the flowers are withering, and his world is desolate.