My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

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Ye Xiaotao quietly let the water slide down, she thought, although she had known him for only one year, but this man she truly loved, now she is about to let go and look for her own sky ...

She said goodbye to her past.

She said goodbye to the beloved little peach.

Lenghao, bye.

Hopefully, never again.

...

Ye Xiaotao really left, disappeared from his world without a trace, Leng Hao lived all day long, sometimes he didn't even know where he was and what he was doing.

Whenever night comes, he always dreams, her dreamy little face is on her back, she lies on his back, poking into his arms, calling her husband, her husband ...

He wakes up every night. After he wakes up, there is a big hole in his heart. He wants to find something to miss her, but there is nothing, she has nothing left.

She broke into his life so suddenly, and left in such a hurry.

Six months have passed, and winter is coming to summer. However, this summer, Lenghao ushered in the second cold winter in his life.

There was news from Leng Zhiyu. His only sister died on the island, leaving only a premature son.

He rushed to Zhou's mansion, and in front of Leng Zhiyu's tombstone, he and Zhou Yao, who was in a sick suit, moved hands. The pain in his heart could not be resolved, and it was about to destroy the world.

Just then, he heard the cry of "wowa", and Zhou Siliang's little pot friend was carried out.

This is his sister's son, his close nephew.

He wanted to take away Zhou Siliang's small pot friend, but as soon as Zhou Siling's small pot friend was received, Zhou Siling's small pot friend glared at his small arms and calves not to hold him. Looking at Zhou Yao, he wanted his daddy ...

In the end, Leng Hao scarred his eyes and left alone.

Achen stood outside and waited. When Leng Hao stepped out of Zhou's mansion, he looked up at the dazzling sun on the edge of the sky. He felt a sweet throat and a "snoring" sound, and a blood spit from his mouth.

"Master!" Achen's face changed greatly. "Master, what's wrong with you, let's go to the hospital ..."

"No need." Lenghao shook his head. "Help me prepare a special plane."

"Master, where are you going?"

"France."

Ah Chen was shocked, and then he understood that the young master was going to find his wife.

...

France.

Leng Hao stood in the most romantic city in France, Provence. It was now afternoon. The setting sun was flooding the whole land, the refreshing breeze came, and the whole lavender swayed in the wind, exuding an intoxicating fragrance.

The scenery in this scene is too beautiful, but in the eyes of Leng Hao, the most beautiful scenery is the girl sitting on a foldable stool and drawing.

The girl wore a chiffon shirt with white lantern sleeves and a long tender yellow vest dress. The skirt fell above her small ankle, and her skin was greasy and white.

Leng Hao didn't come close, he stood far away from her, and once the long black hair was coiled by her into a lovely ball head, exposing her graceful neck like a swan.

She is as beautiful as the elf in the painting.

She was painting the landscape, and she became the only landscape in his eyes.

At this time, a strong wind came, and the drawing board in front of the girl suddenly fell to the ground. The girl got up and chased, Leng Hao was shocked, and immediately wanted to pull her long legs to help her.

However, there was an extra handsome figure in his sight, and the drawing board had been picked up in the palm of his hand.