My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

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Zhou Dayuan closed his eyes, stood up, and squeezed his fists with the big hand on his side, he turned to leave.

Listening to the sound of his leaving footsteps, the tears in Jane's eyes couldn't help it, and it cracked on the ground.

Jane thought he was gone, but he was back again soon, and his soft waist was hugged by his arm. He lifted her up and kneeled softly when he knelt down. Thick and soft cushions.

Jane bit her pink lip and didn't speak. Zhou Dayuan also didn't say anything, put her down, and he turned away.

Knowing that he hadn't gone far, Jane had his figure in his dangling eyes. He stood in the distance, under a big tree, there was a flame of gas. He caught a cigarette and sucked.

I don't know how long, until a layer of cigarette butts has fallen under his feet, the woman stood up in the distance, it is estimated that she was kneeling, Xiao Nuo Nuo's body stood up very hard, and then came down here with her head down. .

Zhou Dayuan threw half of his cigarette on the ground, crushed it with leather soles, stepped forward, and walked to her. He frowned and asked, "Is it cold, do you want me to hold it?"

In fact, he didn't want to ask the phrase, "Would you like me to hold it"? His wife, his son's mother, didn't he just want to hold it?

But today she has become so different. She deeply resists him and rejects him. He doesn't dare to make her angry, even if she touches her, he needs her consent.

Jane kept her head down, she ignored him, left the cemetery, and walked to the nearby long-distance station.

The two walked on the road one after the other, and the black luxury business car followed slowly along the side of the road. Zhou Dayuan looked at the woman's single thin back, and gently moved the corners of his mouth. It ’s been a long time, our son, you do n’t hurt him a little? You do n’t want to touch me, you do n’t want to see me, you get in the car, I go home by car. ”

Jane didn't speak. The words in the cemetery just seemed to take her energy. She walked dumbly, her eyes had no color, maybe she didn't hear what he was saying.

Zhou Dayuan's chest was breathing, and each of these years was a torture to him. Now he realized that the torture was nothing at all.

He took out his mobile phone from his pants pocket and said a few words.

Soon the bus back to T city parked beside Jane. The bus door opened and the driver master was calling, "Girl, will you return to T city now, I will take you back again."

Jane scowled and got in the car. She chose a seat by the window.

Zhou Dayuan watched the bus drive away in front of him. "Master," the rear door of the luxury business car was opened. "Master, get in the car."

Zhou Dayuan sat in, and the luxury business car followed firmly behind the bus.

The man in the back seat had his legs crossed, he leaned his head into the seat, his handsome face was very pale, his left arm fell weakly to his side, and the entire cuff of the black suit was stained with blood.

"Master, your arm is injured. Let's go to the hospital to bandage it first. Madam won't lose it, but your injury is important. This is your hand with a scalpel."

The doctor's hand is roughly the most expensive and delicate hand in the world, and it all depends on a scalpel.

Zhou Dayuan's lips curled up lazily, and he smiled coldly, his mind swaying the cold face she faced him in the graveyard just now ...

How long does she want to maintain this state today?

Would she feel bad if his hand was worn out?

Jane, Jane, why do we love each other these years, happy times are always so short, why are you and me always so ... sad?

Zhou Dayuan closed his eyes and spit out a few words casually, "No need."

It was already night when they returned to the city of T. The two entered the apartment one after the other, and Jane went upstairs. Zhou Dayuan watched her lie in the quilt, then he went downstairs and went to the kitchen to cook for her.

She hasn't eaten for about a day.

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

Kneeling on the bed with one leg, the woman's slender fan-like eyelashes fell quietly. She was sleeping, and the breathlessness seemed to disappear at any time.

When Zhou Dayuan stretched out his right hand, he found that he was trembling. For the first time in these years, he saw her disappointed look, he was afraid.

He was 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 woman's skin was natural, soft and smooth.

He touched it twice, she didn't reject, Zhou Dayuan's frowning eyebrows were loosened instantly, the corner of his mouth was raised, he sat on the bed and fished her in his arms.

Touch the remote control of the air conditioner with his left hand, and hold her in his right hand. His kiss fell densely on her face, in the pink neck, intimately rolling, "Wife, what happened today, why did you do this to me? I know parents You ’re in a bad mood, but do n’t toss your body, know how much I feel bad? I ’m so cold, I turn on the heat, you eat well, and I ’ll hold you to sleep later. ”

He turned on the air conditioner, straightened her little face with his right hand, and wanted to kiss her lips.

But I did n’t get there, because the little woman in her arms twisted her little head and did not let him kiss, "I want to sleep, can I go out?"

Zhou Dayuan's eyes darkened sharply, he understood. Actually, just now she didn't resist him, but she had no strength to resist him.

The big hand still touching her little face was stiff, he got up, loosened her, put a cushion on her back, he passed the tableware, "Okay, I'll go out, but you eat this bowl of rice Yes, I will go out after eating. "

Jane didn't look up, she obediently reached out to pick up the chopsticks and eat obediently.

She was silent, pale and feeble like a puppet.

After taking a small bite, the woman raised her eyebrows. She didn't have time to cover her chest with a small hand. She bent down and vomited in a dark voice.

When she didn't eat for a day, she spit out all the bitter water. After the bitter water was vomited, she retched, and the tears in her eyes were rushed.

Zhou Dayuan was panicked, and he quickly bent over and slapped the woman back. "Jane, don't vomit, eh? Restraint yourself, I'll pour water for you."

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

The woman's complexion was pale, and the thin blood vessels in the thin skin could be clearly seen. She closed her eyes and pinched his sleeves to discuss with him. "I don't want to eat today, can I not eat, I am not hungry at all. Will you go out, I don't want to see you. "

Today is how many times she said that she didn't want to see him. Zhou Dayuan felt that he was used to it, and he nodded, "Okay, I ’m going out. If you do n’t want to eat, you do n’t want to eat. Me. Jane, I follow you, and I promise you what you want, but there is one thing, don't give me the son in your stomach. Otherwise, I don't know what I will do. "

The woman didn't respond, her weak figure fell down at any time.

Zhou Dayuan held her down and covered her tightly. He bent over and packed up the dirt and tableware on the carpet. He went to the balcony and opened a small window to sew the wall lamp in the room. Turned off, leaving a table lamp, he lifted his feet and went out.

When he walked to the kitchen, he dumped all the rice and soup in the bowl into the trash can. He had a temper in his heart. His handsome handsome face was tight and his brows were locked, but his face was calm. He was too old to let out his temper.

There is a daylight in the kitchen, and the white light of the dry and cold atmosphere is plated on the man. He is standing next to the sink in a shirt and trousers and washing dishes seriously.

The light stretched his long back, and at the moment when he entered the curtain, there was a cool light from his moist body.

So lonely.

After washing the dishes, he went into the living room and raised a medicine chest in his right hand. He was sitting on the sofa. The injury to his left arm was always to be healed, and he would not make himself really useless.

He also has wife and children to take care of.

The white shirt on his left arm was stained with blood, and the cloth stuck to his wound. He took out the scissors and cut the sleeve in half. The motorcycle crashed into an anxiety. Although he avoided it, he still hit his arm. .

It hurts in his arm, and he knew that there was a piece of glass in his arm.

He took out the pliers, the hand of a professional doctor, and it was not difficult to pick out the glass fragments, but it was about painful. After picking out the glass fragments, he paled into the back of the sofa.

With a breath on his chest, he calmly treated the wound, applied medicine, and wrapped it with gauze.

Dealing with all this, his legs were stacked lazily, and he took a cigarette in his right hand and bit his mouth, and he lit the lighter.

After a while smoking.

With his left hand on the back of the sofa, when he looked up at the roof, he remembered the happy hours of last night. It was also the position of this sofa. She sat on his lap, got into his arms, and flamed everywhere.

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

He raised a corner of his mouth and chuckled, and the whole lonely living room echoed his ridiculous self-mockery, and he closed his eyes gently.

Early the next morning.

Jane slowly opened her eyes. She twisted her small head and looked around. It was in the bedroom. Her little hand stretched out to touch her side. No one was on her side. Zhou Da was far away.

Jane opened the quilt and got out of bed. She put her white feet into the pink slippers, and she opened the door and went down the stairs.

When he entered the living room, he saw the man on the sofa.

Zhou Dayuan was sleeping with his eyes closed. He didn't lie down and just sat lazily leaning into the sofa. The shirt and trousers on his body were already creased, but this did not affect his gentle and noble temperament, the morning sun. Leaked from the floor curtain, those gorgeous golden colors spilled on him, blue scum appeared on the beautiful jaw, the superior charm of a mature man.

Jane glanced at him and quickly noticed an injury on his left arm.

He didn't change the white shirt, so the sleeves of the shirt were stained with blood and covered with thick gauze. The wound should be treated simply by him.