Billionair Husband Doted On His Substitute Wife

A few seconds later, the window slid down, but only a little. He Bing could only see his cap outside.

The man was deliberately blocking his face.

He Bing opened his bag, took out two grandpa Mao and handed them over, "here's your fare."

A big rough palm stretched out in the car to pick up the money.

But did not receive, he Bing hooked his lips and smiled, then crushed the two red tickets in his palm and threw them on his co pilot's seat.

This action imitated his, and he didn't smoke for her.

Ye Ming in the car gave a meal, and then turned his face sideways. The pair of ink eyes hidden under the cap looked at the little woman outside the window. Why did she become so arrogant?

Dare to provoke him?

He Bing knew he was looking at her. She picked a delicate willow eyebrow, "don't change, and some will be regarded as tips for you."

With that, she left in high heels.

He Bing!

Ye Ming in the car suddenly narrowed his eyes. His evil ruffian raised his thin lips and opened the driver's door with a "brush". A rough and broad palm flashed out and clasped he Bing's slender white wrist.

He Bing was very alert. When he clasped her wrist, her eyes were suddenly cold. She wanted to do a back somersault to lock his throat and break his neck.

But the man had already seen through her movements. Several slender and powerful fingers strongly tied her two white wrists behind her, and then pulled hard, and her little face fell on his pants.

His skill was like a sharp arrow out of its sheath, and he easily caught her.

He Bing's eyebrows and eyes are cold. Her skills are top, and FIU has no opponent so far.

And the man grabbed her with a few moves.

She was vulnerable to him.

Then she suddenly found herself buried in the wrong place. She was buried in his crotch!

He wore a pair of black trousers and very rough cloth, which rubbed her delicate skin and made her feel a little painful.

This posture is quite warm. I'm sorry.

"Let go of me!" he Bing said coldly.

The woman's soft boneless little hand wanted to slip away from his palm with flexible strength. Ye Ming picked up the heroic sword eyebrow, then stretched out his long tongue and licked the dry thin lips. It looked evil and wild.

Little thing, dare you bully in front of him?

No matter what she has done outside in the past three years, she is too young with him!

Ye Ming's strong chest gasped twice, and his broad and rough palm clasped her slender white wrist like an iron hoop. The more she struggled, the tighter he hooped.

He Bing can't get rid of him and can't beat him. How can a disabled driver have such skills? It's fishy at first sight.

"Who the hell are you?" he Bing raised his head and looked at his handsome face.

Ye Ming put out his big palm and clasped the back of her head. Before she could see it clearly, he pressed her small face back into her pants.

Don't let her see.

He Bing didn't see anything. The man's skill is too fast.

Soon she felt difficult to breathe because he held down her whole face.

The delicate skin burned immediately because she felt his physiological reaction.

He

"Let go of me! Do you still have an idea for me, a lame man!"

Lame

Ye Ming listened to these three words and lightly hooked his thin lips. He was originally a lame man.

He loosened the back of her head.

He Bing quickly raised his head and looked at his face.

Ye Ming didn't expect that she still wanted to see his face. Shit, he cursed in his heart, clasped the back of her head and pressed her into his pants again.

Shit!

"Fuck you!" he Bing uttered a foul word directly.