Billionair Husband Doted On His Substitute Wife

"Hey!" he Bing immediately called him, "Miss Qianqian is still waiting for you. Don't say goodbye to her?"

Ye Ming dropped his eyes and bumped into her bright eyes. She looked at him playfully and softly, looking like watching a good play.

"Leather is fun?"

He replied, directly fell on his back leg and isolated Qianqian from the door.

Qianqian outside the door was frozen in place, and her hands hanging on her side were tightly pulled into fists. These years, the man was so ruthless to her that she always thought his temperament was cold.

But it's not. He can be so gentle.

He Bing's every pain, every look deeply attracted him, and there was no one else in his eyes.

......

In the ward.

Ye Ming put he Bing on the hospital bed and padded a soft cushion behind her. "Do you want to drink water?"

"Yes," he Bing nodded.

Ye Ming poured a cup of warm water and fed it directly to her lips.

He Bing took a sip of water with his palm and quickly screwed up Xiumei.

"What's the matter? It hurts again?" Ye Ming frowned. "I'll go to the doctor and ask him to prescribe some painkillers for you."

He got up and left.

"Ah Ming!"

He Bing quickly pulled the man's sleeve and said angrily, "your posture used to be fierce and frighten people. I don't feel pain, but I feel bitter in my mouth. Even drinking water is bitter."

"Do you want sugar?"

Sugar is sweet.

He Bing looked at him with his small head and nodded, "en."

"Then I'll buy it for you now." he's leaving again.

"Hey!" he Bing tugged at his sleeve.

Ye Ming stood by the bed with long legs and looked back at her. "What are you pulling me for? I don't have sugar in my pocket."

He said he had no sugar in his pocket.

This fool.

He Bing grabbed his sleeve with a few little fingers and pulled hard, "come here."

"What are you doing?"

“......”

He Bing smiled angrily. She tooted her pale red lips and spit out two words in a soft voice, "kiss."

Ye Ming's eyelids moved and immediately provoked Jianmei. Sexy and provocative autumn eyes rippled in his narrow eyebrows.

He took out the two big palms in his trouser pocket. He lowered his tall body and kissed her red lips.

Her kiss melted his heart.

She looks like a sweet girl. He loves her very much.

The big palm gently clasped the back of her head, and he rolled on her soft red lips

"Where is it bitter? Isn't this little mouth very sweet?" he said hoarsely.

The two people's faces stick together and breathe. She is ill. He kisses very gently, not like the plundering of the storm as usual, but this gentle kiss has made he Bing's palm big face evaporate two shallow blushes, looking particularly delicate and moving.

He Bing trembled with the feather like the wings of a butterfly and cicada, and faintly spoiled, "but I still feel bitter in my mouth..."

Ye Ming slowly held his thin lips in a happy arc, "then I'll kiss again?"

It's not stupid now.

"Oh." he Bing answered.