Billionair Husband Doted On His Substitute Wife

He Bing got up and left.

But as soon as she raised her foot, a big rough palm stretched out, clasped her slender white wrist and pulled it hard.

He Bing's delicate body directly hit the man's strong chest.

The little head hurt. His chest was like steel bar. It was cold and painful. She burst into tears when she hit it.

"What are you doing?" she reached out and pushed him.

At this time, the slender two fingers pinched her small jaw and forced her to look up. A man's low smile and banter sounded over her head, "what do you say I do? Don't you miss me? I'm all back. Where are you going? Let me have a good look."

He took a good look at her little face. The man teased her, very serious.

Although he Bing is already his woman and has done intimate things, she is green and astringent after all. Except that he has not contacted any man, he teases her. Her face is red and she just wants to push him away.

Ye Ming didn't move. He looked at her twisting in his arms. What was drilled into his nose was the fragrance of her body. He had never known that women were so fragrant before.

The powerful big palm hooped her waist. He gently lifted her and directly carried her to the corner of the wall.

He Binggang wanted to move, but with a "pop", Ye Ming put a big palm on her side and blocked her completely.

"What's the matter, so shy?"

His low, slightly hoarse voice resounded through he Bing's ears, making he Bing's legs soft.

Her heart beat faster and she looked at him watery.

In such a big villa, he put her in the corner. Such a small corner is full of hot and clean men and masculinity. This is the world she wants.

"Why didn't you answer my phone last night?" he whispered.

He Bing moved his lips and lied, "I fell asleep and didn't hear."

"Let go!" he snapped at her.

He Bingyu shuddered, "Ye Ming, don't say dirty words!"

Ye Ming's big rough palm pinched her thin waist, which was really soft. As long as he folded it gently, it would break, and he pinched it twice.

He Bing hid around, "Ye Ming, itch."

Ye Ming's eyes were dark, "I know you're itching."

“......”

This bastard!

"If you refuse to obey, you have to make me come to accompany you. What are you itching?" he pinched her red face.

He was still wearing the prison suit, but he covered a gray shirt outside the black vest. The shirt was not tied into his trousers. He was tall and strong. Women liked it.

He Bing slowly stretched out his small hand, hugged his strong waist and abdomen, lowered his cerebellar bag and said, "Ye Ming, I miss you so much."

She was just below his chest. She talked with her small head depressed. She was a little wronged and spoiled. Ye Ming grabbed her palm in her trouser pocket with one hand. "I don't think I'll answer my phone yet?"

"If I can't see you again, I'll just miss you more."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Many ah, want you to praise me, want you to kiss me, want you to hug me..."

"All right! No weaning?"

"..." he Bing put his little face on his chest and listened to the heartbeat from his heart. It was strong and powerful. She whispered, "Ye Ming, I want to cry when I miss you..."