My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

The girl’s taste was too wonderful — fragrant and smooth, like pudding.

 Ou Luoxi dared not be too rough with her. He suckled on some of her sweetness. His Adam’s apple bobbed two times in a row. He frowned and propped himself up. Pne of his hands supported his weight by her side, and he pressed her under his body to kiss her.

 In her dream, Xia Xiaofu had a terrible nightmare. She dreamt that she was crushed by a big stone. Gradually, she could not breathe.

 “Wuu…” The girl began to cry again.

 As soon as she cried, Ou Luoxi came back to his senses, and his lips relaxed. The girl immediately took her little pudding-like mouth back. She whimpered, “Wuu… Luoxi, save me…”

 She had been crushed by a stone, so she called out his name to save her.

 Ou Luoxi’s fair, delicate cheeks became a little flushed. The girl was crying so hard under him. He hadn’t been careful just now and had kissed her too hard. Her face was red because of him, and her lips were so tender that he had sucked on them till they were swollen.

 He was more determined and ruthless than all men in the world when it comes to rejecting girls.

 …

 In the operating room, Jian Han crouched down and stretched out her hand to examine the pupils of the Miao Jiang uncle.

 But her outstretched hand was held in midair. Even through the medical gloves, the warm temperature of the man’s palm still passed to her little hand, and she shrank back in shock.

 Zhou Dayuan went beside her, and the man looked at her with satisfaction in his eyes. “Let me; you’re not good at this.”

 Hypnosis was very different from clinical medicine.

 Jian Han stood up and looked at his gentle and graceful face, at a loss for words. Finally, she hummed and said, “You look down on me.”

 Then the assistant laughed and said, “Teacher’s wife, the teacher is afraid that you’ll be tired.”

 When he arrived in Miao Jiang, he joined up with his medical team, who called him teacher out of worship and respect, and she naturally became their teacher’s wife.

 Jian Han’s little face turned red and she glared at the man, as if to say — who is your teacher’s wife?

 Zhou Dayuan smiled faintly and allowed her to glare indulgently. Who was the teacher’s wife? How could she not know?

 Was there anyone else besides her?

 …

 Outside the operating room, Ning Qing sat on a bench in the corridor and waited.

 “Sister-in-law,” Zhou Yao said as he walked over.

 Ning Qing looked up. The man 1.9 meters tall was wearing camouflage clothes. He had just left the battlefield. His camouflage clothes were covered with dust and sweat, making him look wild and unruly. The sleeves of his jacket reached his elbows, revealing a large area of bronze skin. A pair of military boots on his feet caused every step of his to be filled with the special steady strength of a soldier.

 Behind him was another person, Leng Zhiyuan.

 Leng Zhiyuan had on a black T-shirt and leather trousers today. Her black outfit made her face look fair, supple and cold. The woman’s figure was too good. Below her petite waist was her perky butt that would cause men’s blood to rush forth.

 This couple was too eye-catching. Their appearance in the corridor shocked all the Miao Jiang folks, and they all turned their heads to look at them.

 “Second Brother, Miss Leng, why are you here?” Ning Qing smiled.

 “I’ve handled the affairs of the Han Palace. I’ve come to see my eldest brother and Third Brother. How are they?”

 “Luoxi is awake. He’s in the ward. Your eldest brother has just entered the operating room. I’m waiting,” Ning Qing answered.

 Zhou Yao nodded, but then Leng Zhiyuan said, “He’s here to visit people. I don’t have that leisure time. I have something to ask.”

 Ning Qing felt that this Miss Leng was quite lovely. She was well equipped with martial arts, with an indifferent temper which gave her an aloof and cool image. But that day, when she had pushed her at the door of the villa and saw her fall to the ground. She showed some guilt and bewilderment. She was a simple and straightforward girl.

 “Miss Leng, what do you want to ask?” Ning Qing laughed.

 “My men are injured and have to stay here for a few days, so I need a room for them to rest, but the man said there were no rooms left.”

 Ning Qing understood. She looked at Zhou Yao. “Second Brother, how many rooms do we have now?”

 Zhou Yao leaned lazily against the wall with his hands in his pants pockets. He glanced at Leng Zhiyuan with his eyes half narrowed, but he answered Ning Qing respectfully, “Sisters-in-law, there are four.”

 Ning Qing thought for a moment and smiled at Leng Zhiyuan. “Miss Leng, four rooms are not a lot, so why don’t we put Luoxi and Xiao Fu in one room and Brother Dayuan and Sister Jian in another. As for the other two, Second Brother, you stay with your elder brother, and Miss Leng has to squeeze with me.”

 Originally they had one room for the men and another for the women. Now that there were two more rooms, things have changed a little. The men and women could sleep together.

 When they arrived, the situation was tense. No one necessarily had the intentions or was in the mood to date. It was different now. Luoxi and Xiaofu were inseparable. Brother Dayuan and Sister Jian’s eyes were full of love. It was a rare chance to go to Miao Jiang. Ning Qing naturally wanted to give them the chance to spend time alone.

 Zhou Yao frowned. “Sister-in-law, you take a room with Eldest Brother, and I’ll take another one. You don’t have to care about this woman.”

 Leng Zhiyuan was furious when she heard him. “Do you want to fight again?”

 As soon as Ning Qing heard this, she knew that the two of them had fought in private. She shook her head with a sigh and looked at Zhou Yao. “Second Brother, you’re in the wrong here. Men should have a gentleman’s demeanor towards women.”

 Zhou Yao thought to himself: Is she a woman?

 But Ning Qing was there, so he didn’t speak but gave the woman a sniff.

 Leng Zhiyuan was too lazy to pay attention to him. She was tired after a day of fighting. She looked at Ning Qing. The woman was reasonable, and she quite liked her.

 She sat down in the chair beside Ning Qing.

 At this time: “Young Missus.”

 Leng Zhiyuan’s men came running over.

 He opened the bag and offered it to Leng Zhiyuan. “Young Missus here’s supper. Eat it while it’s hot.”

 Leng Zhiyuan glanced at the black and green dough. Distaste showed on her face. “What’s this?”

 “Young Missus, this is Miao Jiang’s specialty. I cannot name it, but I heard it tastes good. Try it, Young Missus.”

Leng Zhiyuan shook her head. “No.” She looked at Ning Qing and asked, “Do you want it?”