My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

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What is he talking about?

There were so many inappropriate pictures in Leng Zhiyu's mind, and she was ashamed and angry, and the man had no limit in speaking slang words.

"Zhou Yao!" She was going to be angry.

"Here it is." He took her directly into a clothing store without changing his face.

The shopping guide immediately greeted him with enthusiasm, "Sir, Miss, what do you need to buy?"

Zhou Yao loosened her shoulder and looked around. "Buy my wife a few ... dresses."

Leng Zhijie was still angry, but the shopping guide couldn't attack her. Now she heard him easily spit out two people in "dresses". When her eyes changed, she knew that the man was not at ease.

"I don't want it!" She said out of anger.

Zhou Yao looked back and looked at her with a smile. "My wife doesn't seem to be satisfied with the dresses here. Do you have any more beautiful clothes?"

When he said this, the shopping guide became more enthusiastic and hardworking. "Miss, the clothes in our shop are designed and made by well-known British masters. They are fashionable and trend-setting. For example, this dress is a big selling style in early spring. , Very hot, and this one, this one is worn by Fashion Week, so beautiful as a lady, and so good in shape, no matter which one you can control. "

With that said, the shopping guide thought about it, and then handed a dress to Leng Zhiyu. "Miss, you must be beautiful in this dress. Now please try it in the dressing room."

The shopping guide made a "please" gesture.

Leng Zhiyu couldn't resist the enthusiastic offensive of the shopping guide. She complained and glanced at Zhou Yao, only to see Zhou Yao picked up her sword eyebrow and smiled brightly at her.

She didn't enter or retreat. She reached for her skirt and went into the dressing room angrily.

The man is too cunning.

She hit him again.

Ten minutes later, the cold kite came out slowly from the dressing room, and looked down at her clothes, she felt awkward.

Looking up, she saw Zhou Yao standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

The man is one and a half meters tall, with a black shirt on the upper body and black slim trousers underneath. He has wide shoulders and narrow waists, and he has a superb body without any extra muscles. A fake model stands on his right hand. Immediately pressing the model down, wiping his hands in his trouser pockets, he looked out bored through the floor-to-ceiling windows, which has attracted the attention of a large number of girls.

Leng Zhiyu snorted in her heart, and she looked like a straight and upright man, but she was so indecent in private that she liked to play hooligan.

The words "crown and beast" describe him.

Still, Leng Zhiyu looked at him more.

At this time, the shopping guide welcomed him, "Miss, are you out? Wow, you look so beautiful in this dress."

Zhou Yao heard the sound, and Leng Zhiyu saw that his eyes fell on her. She was very restrained. Nothing was right, but his eyes were a little bit hot.

"Mrs. Zhou, you still look better in a dress." He lamented Ying Ting's back lazily on the glass and praised her without saying a word.

She wore a white silk shirt and a black skirt with a corset underneath, which was not a pretty color, but she wore her like a hooky pure goblin.

Zhou Yao's eyes lingered on her two white and tight long legs, and fell on her indifferent and amazing features. How could she tell him to see the soaring hormones?

Leng Zhiyu still didn't like it, and she turned into the dressing room. "I'm going to change it."

When she came out again, Zhou Yao had already stood at the counter and settled the bill. The shopping guide handed him the bag and smiled, "Sir, miss, walk slowly."

Zhou Yao reached out to her.

Leng Zhiyu walked over, handed his little hand to his palm, he took her away.

...

The two walked into the mall corridor, and Leng Zhiyan frowned. "Why did you buy that dress, I won't wear it."

"Mrs. Zhou, the woman is the one who pleases herself. It is a waste of you not to wear a skirt, and you will wear it to me in the future." He smiled lowly in her ears.

"Just don't! You see whoever you like." She flung him off and left.

"Mrs. Zhou." He grabbed her slim arm, then flickered, and pushed her into a remote corner half-embracingly. She was about to move, but his tall body was covered down, and she directly Hold it down.

"Let it go. This is the mall. Someone will see it." She hurriedly pushed him.

I didn't know what he was crazy about, so he hugged her so ambiguously, as if she could always see a couple of couples rolling the lawn when she passed the lawn, she was particularly disdainful.

First, no quality, second, no money to open a house?

With him now, she is almost going to be such a person.

Zhou Yao stretched out her long forefinger and rolled a strand of her hair. She sniffed and sniffed between her noses. "No one will pass here because there is no way forward."

what?

There is no way ahead, so what did he bring her over?

"Zhou Yao, why are you so bad?" She squeezed him with a small fist.

Zhou Yao loosened her hair and wrapped her little fist in the palm of his hand. He was physically fit, so he half-pressed and half-held her and trapped her in his chest. The two faces were close together. He looked down and kissed the tip of her nose, "I just want to be bad for you."

The cold kite's legs suddenly became a little soft. The man had a bad stomach and liked to use rhetoric.

"Show me a skirt in the future, huh? You don't know that your skirt looks so beautiful and pretty. It falls to me like ..."

What is it

She waits for his following.

"It looks like nothing." He kissed her red lips and murmured.

Leng Zhilian's roots became hot quickly, and he could hardly listen to what he said. I am afraid that his soldiers were killed and did not believe that they were such a major.

"Let's go!" She pushed him, but her voice was already so coy.

Love is a wonderful thing because it can change a person and make a person no longer look like himself.

"Kiss me." He squeezed her jaw with two fingers, his fingertips were rough, and Capricorn was painful and numb on her delicate skin.

He always made these unreasonable demands. Leng Zhiyu was anxious to break free, so he kissed his cheek with his head up.

He didn't move, "Kiss me wrong, kiss me again."

"You!" Leng Zhiyu was silent, looking at his faint black eyes. She felt her throat dry. She slipped her hand and grabbed the shirt around his waist. She raised her head and kissed his thin lips.

It was no longer okay to go back. The man held her two jaw fingers down, the wide right palm stretched and gently held her pink neck, and then pressed her head against the wall. He forced her to The posture of raising his head made him kiss.

This posture is uncomfortable, he took her full control in the palm, the man's overbearing desire to control.