My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

She doesn't have any money. Even if she does, she won't do anything stupid about poker tables and spending money. Laugh and laugh. It's just a game.

She can bend over.

The producer didn't let go of this opportunity. He excavated bitterly. “Didn't Miss Ning earn money from filming Feng Dust? How could losing $100,000 hurt? Is Miss Ning just a superficial blossom embroidery, but it's a mess inside? ”

The producer's voice was loud. The wealthy ladies in the vicinity all heard a different look at Ning Qing. Several bosses noticed this place and looked at Ning Qing's eyes with a bit of indifferent contempt.

Ning Qing said it was fake not to be embarrassed. Her first visit to a place like this was already awkward, and now she is more embarrassed by people digging her suffering into the spotlight of the whole field.

But she landed on a generous stand, her face was still impeccably bright and smiling, “It's too shallow to look at the quality of others through money. Besides, there's no shortage of rich people in this compartment. I'm really the only one who doesn't have any money. You two big men are too victorious compared to a little girl. ”

Ning Qing said this with great standards. She smoothly praised all the bosses present, and secretly demeaned Xu Junxi and the producer, successfully relieving her of her predicament.

The wealthy ladies looked at her impeccably elegant temperament and nodded their praises. Although she was a little poor, she could really be the first lady in T City with her imminent ease.

Those big men retracted their contempt and couldn't stop looking at Ning Qing twice. This girl is only 21 years old.

Ning Qing and the wealthy woman she knew said goodbye. She turned around and went to the couch to get her own bag.

But then the doors of the compartment were pushed open and a cold wind blew in.

Ning Qing looked back and saw that Kim Bihui's brilliant door was pushed open by the manager of the meeting, and two black bodyguards stood by the door.

There were three or five men in sight, white shirts, black suits, very formal outfits, not many of them, but the seriousness gave rise to a cold, hard, elite aura.

Ning Qing couldn't help but feel sorry for herself. What do you mean by "privilege"? It's not just "privilege" on the back of the sofa, with Jiro's legs hanging. At this time, these people by the door are the real privilege!

Ning Qing also found that she was the only one standing in the compartment. Now the dozen big men are standing up, so that the big men in charge of T City can get up and greet each other. What kind of big man is that?

Ning Qing expressed curiosity.

The president of the club came out, he half bent his waist, his right arm stretched out and made a "please” pose, so a fine black coat drove into the curtain, a pair of black handmade leather shoes on a dazzling marble floor, a pair of straight long legs up, each steady step “thumped” a soul-searching aura.

Ning Qing's eyes shrunk sharply. She couldn't believe it. The man who had ignored her all day appeared here.

And he's that big guy?

Half a month later, he was even more handsome and pulled out, his oblique sword eyebrows, his deep, good-looking corner line, his nose beam line was as handsome as a mountain peak, and his pale lip surname was fatal.

Lu Shaoming took off his black coat and gave it to Julie, the secretary around him. He wore a dark grey business vest outside his light blue shirt. Ning Qing was the first to see him wear a vest. His body was cold and refined. After wearing the business vest, he outlined his perfect mermaid thread. There was a brooch on the vest, and the simple platinum style was brilliant.

Ning Qingtong's heart beats like a drum. The man whose retro palace lights shine in the hallway, his identity is noble and elegant. Every move is the hard male charm of mature men.

“President Lu...” Ning Qing no longer knew who was greeting Lu Shaoming. The old men were holding him by the door, and she subconsciously backed away.

She doesn't want him to see that she's a little slutty here, and he's so tall, she's a little... inferior.

She had never been inferior, even when she had just been scorned, but she had been unfamiliar with such “inferiority” since she met him.

Xu Junxi also did not calm down when Ning Qing's mind turned a thousand times.

He saw Jury, the Sven man who was in Ning Ching's mother's hospital!

His eyes looked at Ning Qing, Ning Qing retreated to a hidden place, his eyes were hanging. Two peachy red spots appeared on her delicate and soft face, and her hands hung shyly and tender before she put them down.

Xu Junxi almost doubted his eyes, and the person who had just finished his teeth now revealed the look of a little girl.

Who is she related to?

Julie, or... Major Lu?!

The president of the club briefly introduced several senior-ranking bosses to Lu Shaoming. Young men like Xu Junxi did not mention names at all.

“President Lu, let's go inside and talk.” The compartment was quickly tidied up by several waiters, and Ning Ching found that not only had teacups and drinks been removed, even the cushions on the sofa had been replaced with elegant floral ones.

The elders stood on both sides, and Lu Shaoming, accompanied by the president of the club, stepped in quietly and nobly. Ning Qing lifted his eyes to peek at him, and the man did not look at her.

Ning Qing was a little embarrassed. She knew he was in power, but she didn't expect him to be in such a position. She remembered the color message sent last night. On the one hand, she felt childish and on the other, she felt desecrated.

She's so embarrassed to see anyone.

He doesn't know how to look at her?

Lu Shaoming sat on the sofa in the middle of nowhere, that is the height of the box. The other bosses sat down one by one. They did not lift Erlang's leg, but rather sat on the front.

Big man handed Lu Shaoming a cigar. Next, the president of the club himself lit a clustered blue lighter. Lu Shaoming lit up slightly. He half squinted his long black eyes and smoked. Then he slowly spewed smoke out of his thin lips with his sword brow. He glanced at Ning Qing with a deep, careless glance.

Ning Qing did not expect him to look at her. He threw up the smoke with a slight line running through the cloudy jaw, bringing a few separations into the serious and harsh atmosphere.

Very arrogant.

Ning Qing's face rolled hot, she knew he still had vengeance, and she couldn't stand the look of him, the man's oppressive deterrent, wild and alluring.

Ning Qing opened his eyes and saw him stacking his right leg gracefully over his left leg. The old man around him spoke to him. He responded with a low voice and made some laughter. The low dull noise in his chest, though so far apart, had softened Ning Qing's legs.

Ning Qing wanted to go. She remembered her bag and looked up. Oops, her bag was placed on a round table by the waiter, and the table happened to be behind Lu Shaoming's couch.

That is, if she wants to take the bag, she has to go to him.

Ning Qing shook her head, she didn't have the courage to walk over, let alone annoy herself. Forget it, there was nothing important in the bag. When they dispersed, she came back for it.

Think of it this way, Ning Qing turned around and left.

But just a few steps away, a series of loud bells rang, and at this time the cabin was quiet except for a low voice conversation, so the ringtone was abrupt.

Ning Qing paced, her appointment closed her eyes, why, why her phone?

Who called her at this hour?

The conversation stopped, and a low-alcohol magnetic sound came from the ear, with some laughter, "Whose phone was ringing, why wasn't it answered? ”

The voice of Lu Shaoming.

He's been talking. The bosses are looking around the box. Who's got no eye for this phone?

Ning Qing was about to cry. At this time, it was impossible for her to go. She took a deep breath, adjusted her breath, and fueled herself. She stepped forward and smiled with apologies. "Sorry, my phone is ringing. ”

“Then come and get your phone.” The old gentleman of the club said.

Ning Qing cried in her heart. In the eyes of the whole field, she walked to the man sitting at the top of the table.

When she stopped in front of him, the man left her half a fine, handsome side face, his eyes peeled and his index fingers bounced ash from the cigar in the ashtray.

“... President Lu, can you hold my bag for me?” Ning Qing whispered a slow smile.

Lu Shaoming lifted his eyes, his shiny eyes set to look at her like obsidian stone. The stripes in the deep corner of his eyes swung open. He smiled slightly, three words, "Take it yourself. ”

Ning Qing's face blushed. He refused her in front of so many people that she could not leave the stage.

Damn it!

The bosses glanced at each other and were a little surprised. A man with a status like Lu Shao has always been tolerant and graceful to women. Why has he ever felt sorry for a woman?

Unless he had something to do with this woman.

The anomaly is the demon. The elders look at Ning Qing and see that her eyes have a deep measure.

He refused to help, the sudden phone bells kept ringing, Ning Qing subconsciously used a slender white hand to tuck the cheeky hair behind her ear, she approached carefully avoided his powerful long legs, stood at the edge of the couch, reaching out to enough bags on the table.

But her hands aren't long enough!

Ning Qing even wants to die.

She couldn't stand here all the time. Ning Qing thought about it. She approached him a few points proactively. Fresh, fine teeth grabbed the lukewarm lower lip. She carefully and timidly knelt her left knee on his couch, so that the distance was quickly shortened. She reached out her right hand and immediately got her bag.

Ning Qing Daxi, she was leaving with her bag, but at this time, she snapped a strong arm on her slim bee waist, a man pushed hard, and she fell into a stiff, bright embrace.

“Ah!” Ning Qing shouted suddenly.

“Be careful.” Ning Qing listened to a man.

- What? - What?

Who needs to be careful? She didn't fall in his arms on purpose. He pulled her into it. How could he reverse it?

“Young Master Lu, this is Miss Ning, who is a little red flower in China. It is estimated that Miss Ning has admired Lu for a long time. Today, she rarely encounters an opportunity and wants to make contact with Lu Shaoduo, haha...”

“Yes, Miss Ning is as beautiful as a flower. At first glance, she and Master Lu are truly talented women. The pair made in heaven is enviable. ” ……

There was a sigh of admiration around her. Ning Qing thought it was funny that the big men who had just seen her like a cigarette had begun to brag about her.

Besides, is everybody blind? He's really pulling her off. She didn't give a hug!

“Miss Ning, is everyone telling the truth?” Looking at the beautiful face of the girl in her arms, Lu Shaoming asked with a smile.

He still has the face to ask?

Of course it's fake!

Ning Qing denied it quickly in her heart, but she didn't say anything, because so many people were there, and if she denied it, he was shameless.