My Dangerous Billionaire Husband
chapter-920

Leng Zhiyuan felt that she was one step closer to the truth, and became a little excited. At this moment, with a loud bang, she crashed into a crowd of people.

Pa! The phone in her hand fell to the ground.

She looked up and saw a handsome and upright figure standing in front of her. The two of them had just met in the garden. It was Zhou Yao.

He was standing with an umbrella in his hand. Because she was engrossed in thinking about the Scorpion, she bumped into him.

"Why...why are you here?" She said in a staggered manner.

Was the banquet over? Even if it was over, he should have gone back to the Zhou's house. Zhou's place's not this way, and where's Han Xuan?

Zhou Yao held the umbrella over her head. The rain soon wet half of his strong shoulders. He frowned as he looked at her, "Why are you running in the rain? You'll catch a cold."

It only saddened Leng Zhiyuan when he expressed his concerns for her in such a gentle manner. She bent down and reached for her phone.

However, a long arm reached down quicker than her. A large and fine hand picked up the phone.

The image of the painting stayed on the phone screen. It gave Leng Zhiyuan a fright. Fearing that he might see it, she reached out her hand to snatch it. "My phone! "

Zhou Yao had already seen it. He glanced at the painting, and his eyes stayed fixed on the old woman's bracelet for a second. Seeing that she was about to snatch it, he immediately handed it over. "Here you go."

Their cheeks lightly brushed against each other midair.

Both people froze at the accident. The woman's cheek was different from the man's. When her soft skin brushed against his cheek, she could feel the fine stubble on his face. It pricked and itched her.

She quickly stood up.

Zhou Yao also stood up. The two of them stood under the same black umbrella. Because of the intimate moment that just occurred, Zhou Yao's eyes grew dark and gloomy. He asked, "Are you... okay? "

He had wanted to ask this while they were in the garden.

"Uh-huh," Leng Zhiyuan nodded. "What...about you?"

"Not bad."

As soon as he said that, both fell silent. Zhou Yao looked at the heavy rain outside the umbrella. "You and Ye Ziyi... Ye Ziyi is a good choice... "

He used to be very hostile towards Ye Ziyi. So it made her felt between laughter and tears now that he praised Ye Ziyi for the first time.

Leng Zhiyuan felt very uncomfortable inside. It was as if a large palm clenched her heart. She began to feel a dull pain again. "If there's nothing else, I'll... be taking my leave... "

She moved her feet to leave.

"Zhiyuan!" Just when she brushed past him, he grabbed her thin wrist.

Leng Zhiyuan froze and quickly tried to pull her hand back.

However, Zhou Yao quickly let go and handed the umbrella to her. With a faint smile, he said, "Take the umbrella. I'm leaving. "

He turned around and left.

Leng Zhiyuan held the umbrella he handed over. The handle, the part where he was just holding, felt warm... and moist. His palm may have been sweating.

She raised her eyes to look at the man. He had already walked quite a distance away. His footsteps across the puddles were still as strong and decided as before, but his figure appeared dull and lonely in the rain.

Leng Zhiyuan looked at the heavy rain. It resembled much of her current mood.

...

At Zhou's house.

Zhou Yao walked into the living room, and mother Zhou immediately came up to him. She frowned and said, "Why are you all wet? It's been raining heavily all day. What have you been doing?"

"It's nothing..."

Mother Zhou sighed. Ever since Leng Zhiyuan left, his son had been keeping more and more to himself. He barely spoke. "Anybody? Get a dry towel for the young master. And make another bowl of ginger soup."

"Mom, I'm going upstairs to take a shower," Zhou Yao moved his long legs and went upstairs.

Han Xuan heard the noise from downstairs in her room. She knew that Zhou Yao must have returned. He didn't come home with them when the banquet ended, instead, he left alone.

She knew that he went to look for Leng Zhiyuan.

Han Xuan took a few deep breaths to suppress her anger. She could not make another scene. It would do her no good if the trouble continues. She had more important things to attend to.

She opened her palm. There were a few leaves in her hand. She had picked them up while at the garden.

She was a doctor. She was very knowledgeable about all kinds of herbs.

Tonight, she would become Zhou Yao's woman.

Han Xuan crushed all the herbs and smeared them on her body. Then, she pushed the wheelchair out of her room and went to Zhou Yao's room.

Knock-knock. She reached out and knocked on the door. And the door opened automatically after two knocks.

She looked into the room and saw Zhou Yao standing in front of the bed. He had just taken a shower and was wearing a pair of black trousers. A metal belt that gave off a pale light wrapped around his narrow waist. He was lowering his eyes and putting on a round-necked shirt over his head. As he was putting on the cloth, both of his shoulder blades clenched back. It made him look as dangerous and powerful as a dormant lion.

He turned his face sideways. Water droplets were still dripping from his short black hair.

Han Xuan took a look, and her face quickly turned red. He was such a strong man who could make a woman go crazy within seconds.

When she was a little infatuated, a cold voice reached her ears, "What do you want from me?"

Han Xuan looked up. Zhou Yao had finished dressing and was looking towards her.

"Brother Zhou, do I have to have a reason in order to see you? Don't forget, I'm already your wife," Han Xuan pushed the door open and entered with the wheelchair.

Zhou Yao was expressionless, "I'm sleepy. You should also go back and rest early."

"Brother Zhou, I'm not going back," Han Xuan went over and hugged his arm. She looked at him tenderly, "We're already husband and wife. Don't you... want me?"

Zhou Yao pulled his arm back and shook his head, "No."

Han Xuan became angry. She did not expect him to answer with such seriousness. "Brother Zhou, are you still thinking about Leng Zhiyuan? You saw it yourself today, Leng Zhiyuan is living happily. She is Ye Ziyi's girlfriend. And Ye Ziyi, He is the number one elegant young master in the capital. Many socialites break through his door to get his attention, but he's only concerned about Leng Zhiyuan."

"Brother Zhou, what do you want to do? Do you still want to get involved with her? Don't forget that you're already a married man. You'll only bring trouble to her if you plan to make her yours. You can't be too selfish!"

Zhou Yao calmly listened to these words. He furrowed his handsome brows and said softly, "I didn't..."

He really didn't plan such things.

Although he had thought about it: the night when he returned from the mountaintop, he begged her over the phone not to leave. He really wanted to monopolize her forever.

He was indeed a very selfish person.

However, she had left that night and never returned. Therefore, he no longer thought those thoughts and did not dare to think them.

He just could not control his body. His gaze would be attracted to her. Wherever she appeared, he could no longer control his own heart.

He wanted to see her, even if it was just a glance.

For the past twenty years, he had never thought that he would become such a person, that he would be so worried about a woman.