My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

“Ching Ching, you're home.” Li Meiling was also able to bear it, giving Ning Qing a very loving and friendly smile.

“Is this it?” asked Master Lu in Ning Qing's ear.

“Oh, this is my dad's little wife, she was helped three years ago, my little stepmother, Ning Yao's own mother.” Ning Qing replied with a smile like a flower.

This "little wife” made Li Meiling's smile frozen. She pinched her fist dead. She fought for 20 years and hated the word the most.

“Little wife?” Lu Shaoming looked at the embarrassing Ning Zhenguo, "I can't tell, the situation at your house is quite messy. ”

Ning Zhenguo's face changed and smiled. “What happened when I was younger made Lu less smile.” Ning Zhenguo glanced at Li Meiling, “What are you still standing for, Lu Shaodu is here, go to the kitchen to see how dinner is prepared? ”

I can't help it. It's all up to Ning Qing to invite Lu Shaoming. Ning Zhenguo dared not offend Ning Qing at all. He just waved impatiently to let Li Meiling go down. Don't stand there and embarrass him.

Li Meiling, mute to eat Huang Lian, couldn't tell the pain, she temporarily put up with everything and turned to the kitchen.

Ning Qing looked at her back and laughed in her heart.

As he was walking towards the living room, there was a noise at the door. Looking back, it was Xu Junxi and Ning Yao who came back.

Ning Qing smiled brighter and brighter, just in time!

“Jun-hee, Yao Yao, you're back. Come quickly. Lu Shao Shao came to my house for dinner today. Let me introduce you.” Ning Zhenguo said.

Ning Yao's face had a stiff smile. She glanced up at the man standing in the center of the living room. The brilliant light struck him. He seemed to bring his own luminous source of light, and he was sophisticated and noble to worship.

Even if she can't get it, why is Ning Ching getting it?

When she received Dad's call this afternoon, it was like lightning struck her. How could she not expect Lu Shaoming to go home with Ning Qing? Didn't she promise to dance only one dance?

What does it mean to go back to Ning's now?

She has always liked to rob Ning Qing since childhood. As long as it was something Ning Qing had, she wanted it. From pretty clothes to Miss Ning's identity to Xu Junxi, every time she succeeded.

But now all of a sudden, Lu Shaoming is killed, she can't rob, dare not rob, even if she itches.

Why is this happening? How is Ning Ching worthy to have such a good man?

Ning Yao can't relieve himself from such a blow.

“Major Lu, long time no see, hello.” Xu Junxi walked forward with a polite smile on his face and greeted Master Lu. He did not look at Ning Qing.

“President Xu, hello.” Lu Shaoming echoed politely.

The son-in-law sat on the sofa in Ning's living room. Ning Zhenguo clapped his voice and said, “Mei Ling, are you ready for tea? ”

“Here comes the tea.” Li Meiling smiled and walked out. She followed a maid with a plate in her hand and three cups of tea on the plate.

The maid placed the cup on the coffee table. Li Meiling bent over and held the cup herself. The first cup of tea was for Lu Shaoming.

“Master Lu, please use tea. ”

Lu Shaoming did not respond. He glanced at Li Meiling faintly.

This eye flashed in Li Meiling's eyes.

She has been in the entertainment industry for 20 years, and the most exposed person in her lifetime is a man. Later, she accompanied Ning Zhenguo's rewarding clients and met a wide variety of rich people.

At one glance on the side of Lu Shaoming's head, he had a slight gesture of turning his head and expressing his courtesy, but his deep, Sunday narrow eyes were awe-inspiring with the dignity and apathy of a traditionally high ranking man.

This man's eyes reveal superior tutoring and cultivation, true clan style.

Being with him is awe-inspiring and entertaining.

Li Meiling retracted his gaze and handed the other two cups of tea to Xu Junxi and Ning Zhenguo respectively.

When she was leaving, only Master Lu asked Ning Qing, "What would you like to drink? ”

Li Meiling was stiff and his face changed.

This is not a cup of tea. The more educated the large households, the less suitable it is for men to talk to women. Women are ignored, which is why she only made three cups of tea.

But Lu Shaoming now asks Ning Qing what to drink!

Li Meiling can think of Ning Zhenguo also thought, he looked at Ning Qing's eyes with deep attention, I didn't expect Ning Qing to be so petite beside Lu Shaoming.

“Yeah, Ching Ching, whatever you want to drink, let Aunt Li go for a dip. You're welcome.” Ning Zhenguo laughed.

Ning Qing turned his crystal clear eyes and looked at Ning Yao, “Yao Yao, do you remember my favorite rose tea you used to make? Add three more ice sugars to it. ”

Rose tea? Ning Yao had no idea what Ning Qing was talking about.

Besides, why would she make her tea?

Ning Yao's face wrote unhappy, Ning Zhenguo's grim eyes swept away, coughing heavily, “Yao Yao, what are you still standing for, did you not hear the words of Qing Qing? ”

“Dad, I...”

“Yao Yao, let's go. Since Ching Ching wants rose tea, let's go make it now.” Li Meiling interrupted Ning Yao and took her away with her.

Ning Qing glanced back at Lu Shaoming. They didn't have the right lines on their way here, but he held her high from the moment they entered the door.

He had the momentum to take her across the Ning family.

Ning Yao came with tea cups in his hands. Li Meiling may have explained something in the kitchen. Ning Yao was unhappy, but he had a sweet smile on his face. The tea cups in his hands were also tight. He was afraid that something would happen if he fell the tea cup.

“Sister, the rose tea is here, please drink it.” Ning Yao bent down and handed the cup to Ning Qing very nicely.

“Thank you, Yao Yao.” Ning Qing reached out to pick it up.

Looking at this cup of tea, Ning Qing remembered that a few months ago, on her grandmother's birthday, she returned to Ning's house. Ning Yao made a scene with a cup of tea. At the time, she deliberately spilled the tea on herself but framed her.

Now think about it. Ning Qing still thinks it's ridiculous.

Her small white hand reached in front of the cup, then turned her hand, gently lifted a finger, picked the cup, and the cup's rose flower tea poured all over Ning Yao's clothes.

“Ah!” Ning Yao screamed.

“Yao Yao, I'm sorry, are you not burning?” Ning Qing asked Ning Yao innocently.

“Ning Qing, what are you doing?” Xu Junxi shouted and stood up, picking up the paper towel on the coffee table to help Ning Yao wipe his clothes.

“This…” Ning Zhenguo was also surprised. He knew that the two daughters were not in harmony, but on such occasions today, Lu Shao was still there. Ning Qing had no cover at all. In front of everyone, he spilled rose tea on Ning Yao. His attitude was brutal, spicy and arrogant.

Too arrogant!

Ning Zhenguo looked at Lu Shaoming.

Lu Shaoming stood up slowly, the low-alcohol voice was quiet and calm. “President Xu, what are you so nervous about? It's just a cup of tea, you can't hurt anyone. Besides, Ning Qing has apologized. Ning Yao is not a sister. Naturally, this sister's affection will not compare to this cup of tea. Instead, you scream like this and hurt their sister's affection. ”

Ning Zhenguo understood the meaning of Lu Shaoming's patronage. He hurriedly said, “Haha, that's right, Junxi, Qing Qing and Yao Yao have always been very good feelings, Qing Qing just... slippery, accidentally knocked over the teacup, Yao Yao will certainly not compare. ”

Li Meiling and Ning Yao hated biting their teeth next door, huh, hand slippery, when this is Weibo praise, also thanks to Ning Zhenguo to find such a ridiculous reason.

But this is the purpose of Ning Qing, she sprinkled Ning Yao brightly, but everyone helped her.

She should be proud.

Xu Junxi was blocked without a word. Ning Yao was extremely bent in his arms. She had red eyes and deliberately showed him her burnt hands back.

“Jun-hee, my hand hurts. ”

Xu Junxi glanced at his eyebrows and wrinkled. When he was about to suffer again, Ning Qing Qing Yao Yuehui's voice sounded softly. “Yao Yao, why are your hands burned like this? You deserve it! It's not that you don't know that the rose tea I like to drink is cold, but you make it hot, and you make it so hot for me to drink. This is spilled on you. If you spill it on me, I really suspect that you have a bad heart. ”

Ning Yao, "…”

Ning Yao did intentionally make the tea very hot, it would be better to burn Ning Qing's mouth. Where did she expect Ning Qing to be so arrogant in front of so many people, and dare to spill the tea on her?

And Ning Qing has never had rose tea. She can say whatever she wants about it.

Ning Yao really wanted to roll her eyes. Ning Qing's teeth refreshed her bottom line one at a time.

Ning Zhenguo feared that things would get worse, and he said slightly heavily, "Okay, Yao Yao, aren't you just burned? What a fuss! Put some pills on yourself. We have business to discuss. ”

Ning Yao's face was darker. Her father never dared to speak to her seriously, but now she's been wronged. Not only did he help her, but he dared her to leave!

“Forget about Yao Yao, I don't think Ching Ching didn't mean to do it. Go, Mom put some ointment on you.” Li Meiling accepted Ning Zhenguo's warning. She dared not make a scene, but bit her teeth and pulled Ning Yao away.

Ning Qing was delighted to see that the mother and daughter had bitter words to eat.

She also asked them to taste the disgust of swallowing flies.

Ning Qing glanced back at Lu Xiaoming. In his deep narrow eyes, the man looked at her with a faint, warm and drowning glow. It was as if he was praising her for doing well, as if he was mourning her suffering again.

He has talkative eyes.

Ning Qing's heart was warm. Today she was a little arrogant and lied. She must have seen these little moves in his eyes. In fact, she was afraid that he would dislike her and that he would only like her beautiful appearance.

But he didn't, he was protecting her, he was supporting her, he had pity on her growing environment, he loved her all, she could expose all of her true faces to him without having to disguise herself.

He knows her, pity her.

“Young Master Lu, Jun-hee, let's sit down and have tea, drink tea, ha.” Ning Zhen Guo punched the roundabout.

“Ming, I'm going to the kitchen to see them.” Ning Qing spoke softly to Lu Shaoming.

“Mmm." Lu Shaoming sat on the sofa, his legs stacked together with pride and elegance.