Dangerous Billionaire Husband!

Zhou Dayuan closed his eyes and stood up. His big hand hanging on his side pinched his fist. He turned and left.

Listening to the footstep sound of his leaving, the tears in the eyes of Jianhan couldn't help it, "crackling and clattering" on the ground.

Jianhan thought he was gone, but he came back soon. His soft waist was held by his arm. He lifted her up and knelt down. He took a very thick and soft cushion.

Jian Han bit under the pink lip, did not speak, Zhou Dayuan also did not open his mouth, put her down, he turned away.

Jianhan knew that he was not far away. He was standing in the distance, under a big tree, with flames and gas. He was smoking a cigarette.

I do not know how long, until his feet have fallen a layer of cigarette butts, the distant woman stood up, it is estimated that she is kneeling numb, small Nuo Nuo body very difficult to stand up, and then head down to come here.

Zhou Dayuan threw his half smoked cigarette on the ground and ground it with the sole of his leather shoes. He went to her. He frowned and asked, "is it cold? Do you want me to hold it?"

In fact, he didn't want to ask "do you want me to hold it?" his wife, his son's mother, didn't he just want to hold it?

But today she became so different that she resisted him deeply and rejected him. He didn't dare to make her angry. Even if she touched her, she had to ask her permission.

Jian Han always hang his head, she did not pay attention to him, out of the cemetery, to the nearby long-distance station to walk.

As they walked on the road, the black luxury business car slowly followed. Zhou Dayuan looked at the thin and delicate figure of the woman and gently pulled the corners of his mouth, "Jianhan, don't be like this, eh? Kneel for so long and walk so far, our son, you do not hurt him? Don't want me to touch, don't want to see me all OK, you get in the car, I take the car home

Jianhan did not speak. The words in the cemetery just now seemed to have taken all her strength. She was walking in a daze, with no color in her mind. Maybe she didn't hear what he was saying.

Zhou Dayuan is panting in his chest. Every day and month in these years is a kind of torture to him. Now he finds out that the torture is nothing at all.

He took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket and said a few simple words.

The bus back to T city soon stopped by Jian Han's side. The bus door opened and the driver called, "girl, now go back to T City, I'll take you back."

Jane Han stuffy head, got on the car, she chose to sit by the window seat.

Zhou Dayuan watched the bus drive away in front of his eyes. "Young master," the rear door of the luxury business car was opened, "young master, get in."

Zhou Dayuan got in, and the luxury business car was firmly behind the bus.

The man in the back seat had his legs folded. He put his head in the seat. His handsome face was very pale. His left arm was powerless hanging on his side. The whole cuff of the black suit was dyed red with blood.

"Young master, your arm is injured. Let's go to the hospital to bandage. The young lady won't lose her. But your injury is important. This is your hand with the scalpel."

The doctor's hand is probably the most expensive and delicate hand in the world. It's a scalpel to save the dying and heal the wounded.

In the corner of the tomb, she was lazy and lazy

How long does she want to maintain this state of affairs today?

If his hand is abandoned, will she feel heartache?

Jane Han, Jane Han, why we love each other these years, happy time is always so short, why do you and I, always so Sadness?

Zhou Dayuan closed his eyes, carelessly spit out a few words, "no need."

Back in T City, it was already evening. Two people entered the apartment one after the other. Jianhan went upstairs. Zhou Dayuan watched her lie in the quilt. Then he went downstairs and went into the kitchen to cook for her.

She hasn't eaten for about a day.

Zhou Dayuan didn't cook. He fried a bowl of Yangzhou fried rice and a bowl of tomato and egg soup. He took the plate and sent the food into the room.

One leg kneels on the bed, the long eyelashes like a woman's PU fan are quietly falling down. She is sleeping, and the breath is as shallow as it will be at any time.

When Zhou Dayuan reached out his right hand, he found that he was trembling. For the first time in these years, he saw her in such a dejected manner that he was afraid.

He's really afraid.

He touched her little face. Her face was very cold. She had been in the quilt for so long without any heat. But the skin of a woman was born, soft and smooth.

He touched twice, she didn't repel, Zhou Dayuan's frown immediately loosened, the corners of his mouth hook up, he sat on the bed, took her into his arms.

His left hand touched the remote control of the air conditioner, and his right hand held her. His kiss fell on her face. In the pink neck, he tossed and turned affectionately, "wife, what's the matter today? Why do you treat me like this? I know about my parents, you are in a bad mood, but don't toss your body, know how much I love? It's so cold. I'll turn on the heater. You'll eat your meal. I'll hold you to sleep later

He turned on the air conditioner and straightened her little face with his right hand to kiss her lips.But did not kiss, because the little woman in the arms twisted the small head, did not let him kiss, "I want to sleep, can you, go out?"

Zhou Dayuan's eyes were suddenly deep, and he understood that she didn't resist him just now, but she didn't have the strength to resist him.

The big hand on her small face was stiff. He got up, released her and put a cushion behind her. He handed over the dishes and chopsticks, "OK, I'll go out, but you eat this bowl of rice first, and I'll go out after eating it."

Jian Han did not look up, she obediently reached out to pick up the dishes and chopsticks, obedient to eat.

She said nothing and looked like a puppet.

Just had a small bite of rice, the woman twisted her eyebrows, a small hand did not have time to cover her chest, she bent down, "vomit" a vomit out of the dark.

One day without eating, she vomited all the bitter water. After the bitter water vomited, she retched and the tears in her eyes were choked.

Zhou Dayuan panicked, he quickly bent down to pat the woman's back, "Jianhan, don't vomit, eh? Restrain yourself and I'll pour you water

The water poured in, and the woman gradually stopped vomiting. He ran into the bathroom, took a warm and wet towel, and carefully wiped her face.

The woman's face was so pale that she could see clearly the blue blood vessels in her greasy skin. She closed her eyes, grasped his sleeve and discussed with him, "I don't want to eat today. Can I not eat? I'm not hungry at all. Why don't you go out? I don't want to see you

Today is how many times she said she didn't want to see him. Zhou Dayuan felt that he was used to it. He nodded, "OK, I'll go out. If you don't want to eat, I won't force you. You can sleep well and call me if you have something. Jane Han, I all depend on you. I promise you what you want to do, but there is one thing. Don't give me the son in my stomach. Otherwise, I don't know what I will do

The woman didn't answer. She was weak as if she would fall at any time.

Zhou Dayuan helped her lie down and covered her tightly. He bent down to clean up the dirt and dishes on the carpet. He went to the balcony to open a small window crack, turned off the wall lamp in the room, left a lamp, and lifted his feet out.

When he went to the kitchen, he emptied all the rice and soup in the bowl into the garbage can. He had a temper in his heart. His well-defined and handsome face was taut and his eyebrows were locked. However, he was calm on the surface. All these years of forbearance and cultivation made him over the age of losing his temper.

In the kitchen, there is a daytime lamp. The white light with dry and cold breath is plated on the man. He stands by the sink with a shirt and trousers, and washes the dishes conscientiously and attentively.

The light pulled his long back very long. At this time, when he entered the curtain, his warm body showed a thin cool for no reason.

So lonely.

After washing the dishes, he went into the living room and carried a medicine box in his right hand. He sat on the sofa, and the wound in his left arm always needed to be treated. He would not let himself be really useless.

He has a wife and children to look after.

The white shirt on his left arm was dyed red with blood, and the cloth was stuck to his wound. He took out the scissors and cut his sleeve in half. The motorcycle ran into an emergency. Although he avoided for a while, his arm still ran into it.

He knew that there was a piece of glass in his arm.

He took out the forceps and the hands of a professional doctor. It was not very difficult to pick out the glass fragments, but it was about painful. After the glass fragments were picked out, he turned pale and fell into the back of the sofa.

Chest panting for two times, he calmly to his wound, medicine, bandage with gauze.

To deal with all this, his legs are a little lazy superimposed together, his right hand to take a cigarette to bite his mouth, he lit a lighter.

There was a moment of smoking.

His left hand is across the back of the sofa. When he looks up at the roof, he remembers the happy time last night. In this same position of the sofa, she sits on his leg and drills into his arms.

At that time, she would frown and call him "husband" sweetly.

He raised the corner of his mouth and chuckled, which echoed in the cold living room. He closed his eyes gently.

The next morning.

Jian Han slowly opened her eyes. She twisted her small head and looked around. It was in the bedroom. She reached out to touch her side. There was no one on her side. Zhou Dayuan was not there.

Jianhan opens the quilt and gets out of bed. Her snow-white feet wear into the light pink slippers. She opens the door and goes down the stairs.

Walking into the living room, I saw the man in the sofa.

Zhou Dayuan closed his eyes in sleep, he did not lie down, so lazily sat leaning back into the sofa, his shirt trousers have been wrinkled, but this does not affect his own warm and noble temperament, the morning sun from the floor curtain, those gorgeous gold sprinkled all over his body, the beautiful mandible appeared green slag, a mature man's Superior charm.

Jian Han looked at him and quickly found the wound on his left arm.

He didn't change his white shirt, so the shirt sleeve was bloodstained and covered with thick gauze. The wound should be treated by him simply.

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