Billionair Husband Doted On His Substitute Wife

Disobedient little thing!

Ye Ming picked up the sword eyebrow and scolded in a deep voice, "what are you doing?"

Afraid she didn't understand, he added, "come here!"

Simple two words, overbearing.

He Bing pulled out his thin legs and came to him step by step.

She reached out her little hand to touch his handsome face.

Is he... Really back?

However, her little hand stopped at his face and dared not touch it.

Big tears fell down, and she sobbed, "I often dream of this meeting scene, but in my dream, as soon as I touch you, you disappear..."

"I dare not touch it, as long as... I can look at you like this. Ye Ming, don't go. My baby and I... Can't hold on..."

Her delicate fragrant shoulder was trembling. The wind blew and ran away. Ye Ming suddenly stretched out a wide and rough palm, grabbed her cold little hand, and then pulled her into his arms.

The healthy arm gathered strength, tied the slender and small skeleton in his arms, attached her soft thin lips to her hair, and smelled the aroma of her body. He cursed, "don't cry, crying, it hurts my heart."

"What are you afraid of? When I come back, I won't go again. These days, I want to die."

He Bing smiles through tears. It's really Ye Ming. It's really her Ye Ming.

His strong chest, dry and warm temperature, and low and deep words in his ears were the same as before.

Nothing has changed.

He Bing slowly stretched out two small hands and hugged him. He smiled foolishly. It's good. He finally came back.

It was neither early nor late. When she and the baby couldn't hold on, he rushed home.

......

When he Bing was three months pregnant, in the evening, Ye Ming came back from the army and cooked dinner.

He Bing ate two bowls of rice and her belly was fed round. She lay on the sofa. Ye Ming leaned lazily on the top of the sofa. He Bing took a military map in his palm and looked at it. He Bing's small head rested on his belly.

She stretched out her little white hand and touched his abdominal muscles, 12345678, eight abdominal muscles. Is it too extravagant for her to sleep with these eight abdominal muscles every day?

She raised her little head and looked at the man. He was looking at the military map with brown eyes, which showed the dignity of the head.

His military uniform was still on his body. His military uniform was crisp. He walked on a clothes hanger, but rolled his sleeves when cooking.

"Ye Ming, if you feed me like this again, will I be fat like a ball?" she asked softly.

Ye Ming's eyes moved from the military map to her pink face, then stretched out his palm and pinched, "No."

He Bing's heart is in full bloom quickly, just his mouth is sweet.

At this time, the man added, "the ball can roll, you can't even roll."

“......”

what?

What did he say?

He Bing raised his eyes to see him. His eyes unexpectedly moved to the military map again.

"Ye Ming, make it clear, don't you think I'm fat?" two little hands lay open the military map on his palm. She turned over and sat on his strong thigh, forked her waist and looked like she would never stop.

Ye Ming squinted at her with brown eyes, took the big palm of the military map and patted her little ass, "there are no rules, go down."

"I don't want it!"

She's not going down.

Ye Ming glanced down at her figure. The small waist at the mouth of the porcelain flower bottle was the ultimate shape, but the small belly in front protruded a little. It was as lovely as it should be. He glanced up again. Well, it was a little bigger.

"Really can't go down?"

"Don't go down!"

As soon as the voice fell, "pa", Ye Ming shook the military map in his hand, clasped her small waist with two big palms, directly picked her up, kicked open the door of the room and threw her on the bed.