My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

When I was in junior high school, I especially liked reading a book called "Chingben Jiayuan". During the Republic period, a good girl was forced into the wind and dust of life. Born of sludge, she sang and danced well, but in her leisure time, she always liked to lay on a vine chair with a book in her hand, washed up the lead, and dreamed of returning to her hometown.

She worships that girl. Her name is "Sir”, so when people introduce themselves, they always say, "Ning Qing, Sir Benjia's Sir." ”

At that time, she was the daughter of the Ning family. The teenager was not more important. When she was naive and romantic, she always thought that if she lived in that era, she would surely live as quiet as summer flowers.

But what's she doing now?

Before the end of life, he gave his life to a strange man, and did something contrary to what his heart wanted to do, and abandoned himself like this?

Lu Shaoming slightly flanked her head, some thin lips rubbed on her hair, the girl's body was as smooth as a fine willow, and her body still had a clean and pleasant scent.

He is not yet a saint. Faced with this situation, his body reacts instinctively, his mouth is chequered cheeky and thin, his voice line is consistently low and soft, and he brings out a kind of confusing magnetic field. "Even if you own it, you don't want to lose it, no one else can take it away. ”

Ning Qing's eyes burst into tears. He turned away from the man, turned his back, and wrapped his arms around his chest. He curled himself tightly into a small group.

Lu Shaoming looked at the brilliant crystal chandelier over his head, leaning over his side. In his gaze was the weak incense shoulder that the girl could not help but shrug. In the dusk light, his bright eyes flashed a deep and sharp light, like a hawk in the night sky.

He waited quietly until the girl was tired of crying, fell asleep, and gently pumped her arm back under her head.

A person's nerves are so tight that what they need most is relaxation and sleep, and girls are.

But as he moved, the girl in his sleep trembled anxiously, turning over, instinctively looking for his warm, wide chest patched up, buried like a kitten in his arms.

Lu Shaoming rubbed his thin lips, showing how helpless she was. Is she too brazen to be afraid that he won't be able to control it?

The index finger of her left hand curled up and rubbed her delicate skin with her finger back, recalling that three years ago, she was still green, and now she was as bright as a blooming flower bone.

For the past three years, he remembered that she thought he was dead and shed tears for him, crystalline tears dropped on his cheek with warmth, penetrating a little into his senses of fainting from pain, and then flowing into his heart field.

As the grandson of the Lu family, he bears as much glory as he can carry. The interest antler family has little warm affection to say, not dislove, but the flowers in the greenhouse can not withstand the plum blossoms in the cold winter Greek moon, so cold.

His blood was cold, but she was warm.

She shed tears for strangers, and he missed them.

The atmosphere in the room was quiet and beautiful. At this time, three knocks sounded, and Julie walked in, “President...”

Julie saw his president naked and held a girl in his arms. He was shocked. He was just about to talk, but Lu Shaoming made a “shush” move.