Billionair Husband Doted On His Substitute Wife

She knew he was angry.

He easily restrained her and made her unable to move. He Bing trembled Yujie and hissed with pain.

Ye Ming quickly released her a little, afraid that it would hurt her, but he still refused to leave.

"Ye Ming, my stomach hurts..." he Bing twisted his eyebrows.

Ye Ming was shocked. His eyes were stained with a faint scarlet. His handsome face was fierce in displeasure. "Talk well. Why does your stomach hurt?"

"It seems that I'm going to have a little day. My stomach hurts... Ye Ming, rub it for me." he Bing grabbed his broad palm and put it on his flat abdomen.

Ye Ming's big palm stuck to her flat lower abdomen and paused, "really have a stomachache?"

"Well." he Bing nods hard.

Ye Ming lifted his thin lips, "I owe you, I can't beat it, I can't hurt it!"

After the spell, he clasped her soft waist and directly picked her up and sent her to the soft big bed.

He Bing hugged his neck and wrapped his two thin legs around his strong waist and abdomen.

"Pa", Ye Ming patted her little ass, "be honest and take your legs back!"

He didn't taste the sweetness and dared to wrap it around his waist.

A man's waist is not tied by a woman.

He Bing puffed his delicate cheeks and wrapped them tighter, "it's comfortable to hold them like this."

???......???

She's comfortable. What about him?

Sooner or later you'll get sick.

He Bing was put on the soft big bed. Ye Ming lay beside her. His wide palm gently circled on her flat abdomen, "more comfortable?"

"Yes, yes."

He Bing nods. His palm is very big. When it is opened, it can cover her whole abdomen. Xiaoyeming, this is the first time daddy has been in close contact with you. You must be very happy.

Ye Ming looked at her beautiful appearance and patted her belly. "It seems that you can't expect to have a son for me. There are no melons in it."

He Bing picked a delicate willow eyebrow, fool, she has melons in her stomach.

"Don't rub it," he Bing pushed Ye Ming's big palm away, and then got up. "Ye Ming, I came to you today for business. I asked the seniors for help and customized an amputation for you."

He bing gets out of bed and takes out Zhao Lei's customized high-tech prosthesis.

Ye Ming sat by the bed and raised his eyebrows. "Is that why you went to the bar to drink with Zhao Lei?"

"Yes."

He Bing squatted on his leg and stretched out his small hand to push up his nightgown, revealing the half cheap prosthetic limb.

She carefully went to get his prosthetic limb.

But ye Ming pressed her little hand, "I'll do it myself."

For so long, even if wearing a prosthetic limb will be red, swollen and inflamed, he is unwilling to take it down when he goes to bed at night.

He Bing knows that he is a little male chauvinist and loves face. He refuses to let her see his embarrassed appearance.

He always felt that the place where he amputated was ugly and would scare her.

"Ye Ming, I'll come."

He Bing pushed away his big palm and took off the prosthetic limb.