my husband is a killer

Chapter 236 Husband, I Was Wrong 3
"Apologize? What's the use of apologizing?" His tone suddenly changed, and his anger erupted like a volcano, and he immediately wanted to swallow her fiercely, "Do you know that you almost died there! Did you Do you think my life is too long to be scared to death by you instead of being beaten to death by those people?" He hugged her tightly, gnashing his teeth and wishing he could bite her on the face immediately, "You troublesome reincarnation , why did you answer the phone, why did you jump out, how many times have I told you, I don’t need you to worry about it, you just need to protect yourself when dealing with these people, you, you just ignore what I said, and you will know that it’s a mess something comes out..."

As soon as the anger poured out, it seemed like a torrential river. She only felt that firecrackers were ringing in her ears, and golden lights were spinning in front of her eyes, making a mess. She hurriedly grabbed him and accused him:
"You're pissing me again! You said you would never piss me off again, you said it in the hospital!"

"Hey, I didn't mean to kill you!" He sneered in front of her eyes, then suddenly changed his face, "I want to eat you!"

She stared intently at the ferocious face, took a sniff, and suddenly covered her face as if to cry. He froze slightly, snorted coldly, and continued to grind his teeth unmoved:

"Don't do this to me, I won't let it go, I have to let you know today—hey..."

If the offensive of tears failed, the strategy immediately changed, and the soft lips suddenly moved over, blocking his harsh words tightly!
One long kiss!

The taste is wonderful, but... this method of blocking conversations is vaguely his patent, why does it seem that he is the one who is forced now?
As the air flowed into her lungs again, she blushed and whispered on his lips:
"What about this? Will you forgive me? Husband, I know I was wrong. Don't be angry, okay?"

The soft and sticky tone coaxed the steel to soften, but he still stubbornly maintained a bit of sobriety, barely tensed his face, stopped talking, and forcibly moved his eyes away from the red face, waiting for another brewing. He continued to stare at her with some ferocity:

"Do you think you can get away with it by using a beauty trick? You can't pick a time if you use a beauty trick, and your face is swollen like a bun, as ugly as you can be!" He said, grabbing the ointment that had been placed on the bedside long ago with his backhand Stuffed it into her hand, "The doctor said that you should apply medicine after washing your face, how long are you going to dawdle!"

(End of this chapter)