My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

By his refusal, Ning Ching-dong was a little embarrassed.

At this time, there was a male voice from the other end of the phone, “Today, Lu Shao is rarely willing to come to the banquet, Yu Shuang, my youngest daughter, can always worship Lu Shao, Yu Shuang, go pour Lu Shao wine. ”

So Ning Qing heard a very soft and frightened woman. She was estimated to be very young, 20 years old, famous lady.

Ning Qing was directly overwhelmed.

“Anything else? If it's all right, I'll hang up and go to sleep.” The man said at that end.

“Oh.” The retrospective Ning Qing answered, and a "beep” was heard at that end.

Yue Wanqing took the bowl of chopsticks to the table. She looked at her daughter's figure and asked, “Qing Qing, are you coming back? ”

Ning Qing turned around and, if she had nothing to do with it, raised her lip angle. "Mom, I can't remember much, he has a reward outside. ”

Yue Wanqing did not think much, admonished, “The man is most tired of being paid outside, Qing Qing, you sleep later tonight, wait a minute, if he is drunk you give him sober soup, he must have not eaten anything, ask him if he is hungry, cook him noodles. ”

“Mmm!” Nodded Ning Qing.

……

Ning Qing waited until 10: 00 pm. She sat on the sofa in the living room and read the table book. She took a break for two days. She is going to film in the morning.

At that time, the door sounded, and Lu Shaoming walked in.

He was wearing a blue shirt, grey slim pants, no tie, two buttons loose, a casual suit, four buttons, handsome.

His eyes were still bright and not too drunk. He looked up at her in the living room, holding her at the front door and changing her slippers.

Ning Qing got up quickly and walked towards him. “Ming, are you back?” She unbuttoned his suit.

Lu Shaoming did not refuse. He stood tall and looked at her delicate pink little face. "Why aren't you asleep yet? Is Grandma sleeping with Mom? ”

“Well, Grandma and Mom are asleep. I'll wait for you.” The living room was very quiet, just a blurry yellow light, afraid to wake others, Ning Qing lowered his voice, the voice was delicate and soft, listening to the strings at the bottom of people's hearts.

Lu Shaoming couldn't help but looked at her twice.

She only reached his chest, lifted his toe when he took off his suit, and rubbed his shirt with her soft body during the operation, smelling all her scent.

“Ming, have you been drinking?” She asked softly.

“Not much to drink.” He glanced over at her pajamas, goose yellow pajamas, a particularly large neckline, revealing her beautiful collarbone, a lantern sleeve of seven cents, covered only by her small arms, a slender, thin wrist.

Lu Shaoming grinned at his lips and didn't know what she meant. He usually only wore cotton white shirts and was very conservative, but today he picked one of these pajamas.

Perhaps she trusted him too much. Last night he said, "Don't touch her again”, and she was comfortable wearing it.

But the goose yellow really matches her skin, and the youthful and delicate looks like she's only 16 years old.

Ning Qing held his suit in his arms, a beautiful pair of crystal bright autumn eyes looked at him, “Ming, you haven't had much wine, then I won't cook soda soup, can I give you a bowl of noodles, there are dumplings in the house, which one do you want? ”

Lu Shaoming didn't speak. He put his hand in his pants pocket and looked at her definitely.

Ning Qing instantly blushed. After taking a bath tonight, she picked this pajama in the closet for a long time. This is what he should like, right?

She knew wrong, and now she's admitting wrong, and she doesn't want him to calm her down.

A lot of the young women out there liked him. She understood that the one on the phone was also double. She was a little jealous, and she didn't like the way he looked at other women.

She can also dress beautifully, the woman is pleasant, if he likes, she can wear it to him every night.

As long as he's not angry anymore.

Slim white hands hooked a strand of hair on his cheek to the back of his ear, Ning Qing pinched his snow and soft earlobes. He looked shy and helpless, “Ming, what are you looking at me for? ”

The suit in the arm bend was hooked up by the man's fingers, his voice flat, slightly blamed, “Go back to your room and put on some pants. Aren't you cold? ”

The smell of lucidity suddenly disappeared, and the man had turned up the stairs, "I'm not hungry, you go to bed early, I have to work in the study. ”

Watching the man disappear in front of his eyes, Ning Qing has not been able to relieve himself from the shock.

She “dashed” to the front door and looked at herself through the mirror. She turned around. That's right, she was beautiful and beautiful.

Then why doesn't he like it?

She deliberately asked, "What are you looking at me for?" Shouldn't he have answered, "Look at you." Then she said, "I hate you." He held her in his arms, and she had all the lines in mind.

But he let her go back to her room and put her pants on?

Since when is he so confused?

Shit, shit, shit!

What the hell does he want?

She had already lowered her voice to him. Last night he treated her like that. Tonight she wore such a beautiful dress. For the first time, she endured shame in wearing so little. She was afraid that her mother or Aunt Zhang would see it and sneak around to please him.

She couldn't wait to ask the same thing. She asked him if he wanted to eat noodles or dumplings like a good wife, but he took his suit and left without her.

Huh, pissed off!

……

Ning Qing was really angry. She stamped a few feet at the front door. She took a long time to get up the stairs and wanted to go back to her room, but she turned around and took a small step to the study door.

I don't know how to fool this man, he doesn't usually get angry once, I didn't think it would be so difficult to start a temper.

She stood beside the door, stretched out her little hand and put the knob on the door and opened it quietly.

Through a door seam, she saw a picture of a beautiful man coming out of the bathroom.

Lu Shaoming had just taken a bath. He had a khaki-coloured casual pants on his lower body. His upper body was covered with a white shirt and his shirt was buttoned to reveal his healthy wheat skin.

His muscles are strong and linear, and his bottom six abs are covetable.

His body was not the kind of barrier to perennial fitness, and he was dressed in an expensive and sophisticated body with no extra burdens, wide shoulders and narrow waist, comparable to a male model.

His hair was still wet and he wiped it with a towel in his hand.

Ning Qing looked red-hearted.

She could even feel the exquisite tension that had swelled down his core, very powerful.