Billionair Husband Doted On His Substitute Wife

He Bing was stunned. He didn't expect him to come back, let alone send her red roses.

This is the first time he sent her red roses.

Looking at his clumsy and stiff appearance, he Bing burst into tears and smiled, "where are the red roses? You went out for a while. You can't buy them."

"Picked it in the back garden."

"... I don't want it!"

"What do you want? I'll go out and buy it for you, but you're not allowed to run. I'm afraid you'll run as soon as I go out." Ye Ming said with a handsome face. He wasn't insincere. He was afraid that she would run away if he moved late.

He Bing's heart was soft. She stretched out her hand and took the rose.

A piece collapsed beside the bed, and Ye Ming sat up. He put Yingting's thick back to her and cursed low, "he Bing, you are so kind. You don't chase me when I go out!"

He Bing was very sad, but when she heard this, she quickly and secretly recalled the corners of her lips. Ye Ming, the man she loves.

She looked at the man's back. He sat beside the bed angrily. She didn't know whether he was still angry or couldn't get through his face. The man's tall and strong body bent down. He touched a pack of cigarettes, pulled out a cigarette and was ready to light it.

He Bing quickly stretched out his little foot and kicked him, "no smoking!"

People are not allowed to touch and smoke. Ye Ming's cold and handsome face turns black into pot charcoal. His thick fingers crumple the cigarette and cigarette bag and throw them into the trash can. He frowns irritably.

When he leaned over, he squinted and saw her little feet. He just kicked him. Her little feet still fell on his strong thighs. She was wearing a pair of pink socks. Now the socks fell off, revealing her little green toes like tender bean sprouts.

Ye Ming rolled his throat up and down. His rough big palm grabbed her little foot and put it on his thigh. He lowered his eyes and put on the pink sock for her.

"Still angry?" he asked her calmly.

He Bing is not angry, not angry with him. She is just angry with herself, but now there is no anger. Look at him wearing socks for her, she is obedient.

She didn't speak. Ye Ming picked up the heroic sword eyebrow and left her little feet. He pulled out his long legs and came to the bedside cabinet. He opened the drawer. He took out a knife.

The sharp blade glowed white and cold. He Bing was startled, "Ye Ming, what are you doing?"

Ye Ming stared at her. "If you're still angry, give me a knife."

He Bing's black-and-white pupil shrank suddenly. His slender body rushed directly to him and hugged him, "Ye Ming, you're crazy!"

Ye Ming directly lost his knife and reached out to hold her in his arms. He looked at her condescending. His blood red ink eyes showed some hostility and softness, "are you angry?"

He Bing couldn't do it by him. His little hand came to his abdominal muscle and twisted it hard. Unfortunately, he couldn't twist it at all. His abdominal muscle was as hard as iron, "you deliberately, deliberately scared me."

Ye Ming snorted coldly, "how can I coax you, you say."

He Bing looked at his step-by-step retreat and felt sour, "Ye Ming, I'm sorry!"

Ye Ming stares at her little goose egg face. Her white eyes are still red. There is water in them. Yu Jie blinks pitifully. He is really moved.

"Bingbing, what's the matter with you?"

He Bing didn't want to say anything, "Ye Ming, I want to go to the bathroom."

Ye Ming releases her and gets up.

But the soft little body also pasted up, with two small hands around his neck, "hug."

Hug.

Ye Ming was crisped up by her two soft and coquettish words. Now she wants him to give him his life.