MY BILLIONAIRE HUSBAND

Chapter 1

In late autumn, the night is deep.

The whole world seemed quiet after a cold rain.

Joanne put aside her guide stick, took out the key from her bag and opened the door. The sound of the door lock was particularly clear in the silent night.

Suddenly, a bloody smell came into her breath, and then a sharp dagger hit her throat.

"Don't move!" It's a man's low voice.

undefinedJoanne's body was stiff and her brain was running fast. Did she rob money, sex or encounter some terrible serial killer?

"I'm hurt. I need to borrow your place to dress up." Probably saw her hesitation, the man opened his mouth in a deep voice, and the dagger hit her neck: "hurry up!"

Joan can only admit her fate and enter the house. The piano house is a three story building. The first floor is the piano shop, the second floor is the room, and the attic is the training room and meeting living room.

"The medicine box is on the second floor. I'll get it..."

"Together." The man's dagger against her neck didn't move.

Joan's back was covered with fine beads of sweat: "Sir, it's only 10 minutes away from the nearest police station..."

Afraid that his words would annoy men, Joan added: "if you are injured, you might as well call the police in the past..."

The man naturally understood her implication and said in a deep voice, "don't worry, I don't want money, color or life."

Joan's vigilance did not decrease, but the dagger was in the man's hand. She had to obey. She had to take the man to the bedroom on the second floor, find the medicine box and pass it.

The dagger that the man put around her neck was finally taken back, but it was still a cold reminder: "take out your mobile phone and put it on the tea table. You sit on the sofa!"

Joanne pursed her lips, put her cell phone in place according to his instructions, and groped for a seat on the sofa a little away from the man.

Joanne could hear the man take off his coat, then tear the gauze, disinfect... Such a strong smell of blood. I think the man was seriously injured, but he didn't say a word from beginning to end.

Joan held the guide stick tighter and tighter.

Maybe the nervous mood is easy to make people feel thirsty. Joan fumbled to get a cup from the tea table, poured some boiled water and poured it into her stomach.

Soon the blood in the room disappeared and was replaced by a touch of particularly light peony fragrance.

If Joanne could see it, he would know that the man was controlling his emotions at the moment. His face was flushed and his fists were clenched. It didn't feel like he was hurt.

Suddenly, with a Ding Dong sound, a message came into Joan's mobile phone on the tea table. She subconsciously stretched out her hand to get it, but she was robbed first by a man.

He looked down and said, "a man named Qiao Xue sent a voice."

At the end of his speech, he clicked directly, and a string of women's groans came out of the loudspeaker. Without careful listening, he knew that they were making some indescribable movement.

Joan's body is stiff again. Qiao Xue has nothing to do with sending this to her!

Then a man's confused voice came from the mobile phone: "baby, I love you ~"

The voice instantly stopped Joan's hand. It was mu Haoyan! It's mu Haoyan! That mu Haoyan who keeps saying he loves her!

Then came Qiao Xuejiao's soft voice: "Haoyan, you're great. Do you say you love me or my sister ~"