My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

“I... am you... wife, if you want, I can't refuse, but...”

The girl trembled so hard in his arms, fingers clutching to his shirt, her body stiff, and most importantly, this stupid girl forgot to breathe and breathe again.

Sighing in his heart, he left her lips, buried in her fragrant pink neck and adjusted his disturbed breath.

Ning Qing immediately gasped heavily after disengaging from the control. If he was strong, she would not resist, but she was really not prepared, and she was scared.

“Mind you, I'm sorry...” She sincerely apologized.

Lu Shaoming shook his head, rubbing her hair, helpless, “It's still too small, wait for you to grow a little more... don't be sorry, I'll wait for you. ”

A 20-year-old girl is a real girl. In ancient times, a 14-year-old girl married her own son. In this era, pure 20-year-old girls are rare animals.

But he cared for her.

He cared so much for her.

Ning Qing slowly stretched out two slim arms. She wanted to wrap around his strong back and give him a hug. She wanted to hug him.

But at that time, "Knock, knock" sounded.

Ning Qing's movements stopped. She almost bounced in his arms. The positions of the two men were so obscure. The lights were not turned on yet. What do you want others to think?

This time, Lu Shaoming let her go. Ning Qing circled like an ant group on a hot pot. She didn't know where to hide. Finally, she hid behind the door.

Lu Shaoming looked at her series of actions and laughed low and low. His face was really thin. He felt a little intimate with him, so he felt invisible.

“Pfft," he turned on the lights in the room.

Ning Qing blinked her eyes and quickly adapted to the sudden light. Her little face was very hot. Without looking at it, she guessed that it must have turned red like a steamy prawn. She moved her little hand to tidy up the messy clothes.

Compared to her panic, the man stood tall and handsome, copied his pants in his pocket, as frank as he could be, and as serious as he could be.

Ning Qing had a four-word review in his head - Clothes Beast.

Lu Shaoming opened the door and stood outside Jury, "President, this is the ice you want. ”

“Well." Young Master Lu took Jury's plate and closed the door.

“What do you want ice for?” Ning Qing is curious.

Lu Shaoming walked his long leg toward a small sofa in the room and sat down slowly. He placed the plate on the coffee table in front of the sofa. His legs were expensive overlapping. One arm crossed the back of the sofa, and he pulled the tie between his neck with one hand.

“You cried for so long, put some ice on it and it won't be reddish tomorrow. ”

Ning Qing has always known that he is a thoughtful man. With him, he will take great care of her.

Ning Qing walked beside him, the man pulled the tie and threw it on the sofa. Three white shirt buttons were loosened, revealing a small piece of healthy wheat skin.

He pinched his eyebrows gently with one hand, and his handsome, compelling face had a faint tiredness.

Ning Qing suddenly remembered that he flew to London only yesterday afternoon. He said it would take three days, but now it is more than a day, and he came back as a servant of the wind and dust.

“How did you get back so fast, haven't you?” Ning Qing gently twisted her eyebrows and carried her unconscious concern and heartache in her gentle voice.

“Well...” Lu Shaoming snorted softly, "If I didn't come back so soon, would you cry your nose all night and still be sad? ”

Ning Qing bent over, put the ice in a soft towel, wrapped it up, long eyelashes drooped down, put a quiet and lonely cut on the beautiful eyelid, she bit the cherry diamond lip, beeping, “It's okay if you don't come back, I've been here for the past three years, I'm used to it. ”

As soon as the voice went down, she was hugged.

Just now, she fell on his thigh, Lu Shaoming grabbed the ice in her hand and put her eyes on it, “Fool, you have me now, in the future if you don't want to be wronged, we won't be wronged. ”

His words were hegemonic and warm. Ning Qing's grief was instantly faded and a honeymoon was lifted.

So who, who's “we” with him?

This kind of honey is very strange, Ning Qing doesn't know what to return to him for a while.

He was eight or five feet old, his chest was wide, his muscles were strong, and she was holding one meter, six or eight, like a little girl, her beautiful diamond lips snapped up quietly, and she moved into his safe arms.

Her eyes were relieved of dryness and swelling. She glanced up at the man and he moved gently, but her dark, dark eyes were stained with faint blood silk.

But the more tired he gets, the deeper the lines in the corner of his eyes add to the charm of a few men.

“Today, thank you.” Ning Qing felt like she was going to be a fool. She was never facial control, but she looked at the man three times because her cheeks were red.

It was bad, she didn't want to be a shallow person, so she coughed softly and interrupted the silence.

Lu Shaoming put the ice back on the plate and smiled joyfully. "How much is it worth? I'd really like to thank you. Take some action. ”

“Ah?” Ning Qing did not understand what he meant.

Lu Shaoming extended his finger to refer to his angular and handsome face, "Kiss here. ”

Ning Qing's face is red. He wants her to kiss him!

But I just kissed her.

Why is he so passionate about kissing?

Ning Qing had a fierce psychological struggle. The man was so kind to her. She should have kissed her. However, she was so grown up and had never kissed anyone but her own mother.

The man smiled and looked at her with a look of anticipation. Ning Qing straddled his heart and closed his eyes. With his handsome face in his hands, he kissed him.

She kissed him on the tip of his nose like a mountain!

“Ha, ha...” saw the girl kiss the wrong place, immediately petrified him on the tip of his nose, Lu Shaoming laughed uncontrollably.

Her scalp was numb with a slight magnetic vibration in his chest. The blood in her bones was also excited. Two small hands held his shoulders across his legs, clasped his handsome face straight and viciously, “Don't laugh, I'll bite you again! ”

“A puppy, still biting?” Lu Shaoming glanced at her and apparently did not take her words seriously.

Isn't that bullying?

As soon as Ning Qing's head was hot, he lowered his head and opened his mouth to bite on his jaw.

After biting, Ning Qing regretted that the man had not shaved for some time. The tiny scum on her lips was very painful.

Ning Qing tightly threw Xiu Eyebrow to loosen him up. His little hand smeared a lip with disgust. He was furious. "Don't you dare laugh at me again next time? ”

Lu Shaoming's body was tight, the girl had no strength at all. The place she had bitten was like an ant bite, with her little toothpick and sweet saliva on it.

Very cute.

There was drowning and indulgence in the dark eyes, Lu Shaoming clasped her back of the head with a big palm, pressed her little head against his cheek, the voice was mute, “It is useless to repress violence, at this time you need to use the gentleness of a woman. Good boy, kiss me. ”

Ning Qing felt a punch on the cotton. She opened her claws like a kitten, but he gently smoothed her hair and said, "Good boy, don't make a scene."

It's a little hard for the two of them to communicate.

The two bodies almost stuck together, so close together, Ning Qing dared to look at him.

Her gaze was full of men's deep, carved face contours, trimmed clean horn lines, and the firm jaw of the arc, with tiny green slag on the jaw, a crystal bright spot where she had just bitten.

Kiss such a charming man, she won't lose either.

Ning Qing thought so and blushed.

She stood up slightly straight, her little hands slowly holding his handsome face, bullied, and gently pecked the little tooth mark she had just bitten out.

“It doesn't hurt.” Lu Shaoming rubbed her hair, laughing.

Ning Qing: Did I ask you if it hurts?

But she does have a little guilt!

Little hands climbed the scum on his jaw, and those hard touches brushed over her tender fingertips, looking up at his thin, surnamed lips.

People say men have thin lips, so thin.

Why isn't he?

Ning Qing revealed a sweet and shy smile, his little hand boldly held his neck behind his neck and slowly kissed his lips.

But I haven't met him yet. “Knock, knock, knock, knock again."

Ning Qing was shocked. He climbed down from the man with his hands and feet like a bird of shock. A small group of powder accidentally rolled onto the couch and fell to the ground.

“Ah!" Little pp fell in half on the ground. It hurts so bad. Ning Qing shouted and quickly dropped a crystal fog in his eyes.

Lu Shaoming looked helpless. He bent over and clung to the girl's face. "You said," No one can see you outside the door, but if you scream, what will people think? ”

Ning Qing, “…” is over, she can't even jump into the Yellow River!

Seeing the man didn't mean to pull her, she turned around and stood up from the ground in a hurry. The little pp was sore and wanted to rub it with her hands, but the man looked at her and she had to pay attention to the image.

“I don't know! You think everyone's as impure as you are?” Ning Qing hummed, turning around and answering the door.

Open the door, outside the door, Julie brought two caretakers to deliver dinner. Ning Qing found her blushing, and Julie saw her eyes hiding.

She's fucked!

After a quiet dinner, the caregiver came back to pack the bowls and chopsticks. Julie handed Ning Qing a casual and relaxed white shirt, white suit pants, men's, like pajamas.

Ning Qing suddenly understood that Lu Shaoming is going to sleep here tonight?!

Ning Qing looked at the only cot in the room and looked at the sofa where she could barely sleep. She said it was difficult, he wanted to... sleep with her?

Lu Shaoming sat on the sofa, holding a document in his hand to focus on reading. He didn't lift his eyes, and the voice was gentle. “Go take a bath first, go to bed early, I have to be busy for a while. ”

“Oh.” Ning Qing nodded and took a bath.

After taking a bath, the man was still at work. Ning Qing closed the collar of her pajamas with her little hands. Her pajamas were long sleeve trousers, pink cartoons, very conservative.

It's a delicate atmosphere. A man doesn't talk. She can't just go up there and ask him, "Where are you sleeping tonight?"

The distracted mind wiped her damp hair with a towel, and she walked up to him, trying to open her mouth in discretionary terms.