My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Ning Yao was shocked. She grabbed Xu Junxi's clothes and sleeves and explained in a panic. “I didn't have Junxi. At the time, I was just watching him get wet in his suit, so I took out my handkerchief. ”

“Hmm," Xu Junxi pushed her away, “you mean Lu Shaoming framed you? Ning Yao, I know better than you who Lu Shaoming is. He hasn't been bored enough to plant you with a handkerchief. You don't have to explain yourself. You have to reflect on yourself. I also need time to reconsider our marriage. ”

Xu Junxi opened the door and Lamborghini raced away, leaving Ning Yao a dusty face.

……

Lu Shaoming carried Ning Qing into the villa. Yue Wanqing and Grandma were asleep in the villa. Lu Shaoming held Ning Qing on the king bed of the room.

The girl closed her eyes and Lu Shaoming knew that she was not asleep because her two rows of butterfly winged long eyelashes were shaking. She was probably afraid to open her eyes and didn't know how to face him.

Lu Shaoming touched her little face, softly said, “Ning Qing, a lot has happened tonight, I know you are tired, I went back to the room, you go to bed early. ”

Lu Shaoming got up and left.

When he walked to the door, there was a rushing footstep behind him, and a soft, sweet little body held him tightly behind his back, "Lu Shaoming, what do you mean? ”

As soon as Lu Shaoming was stiff, the girl raised her toes, her two little hands climbed his strong shoulder and pulled him straight, her back against the wall, the girl cried and kicked him with her hands and feet, “Lu Shaoming, how can you do this, I made you kiss, I made you do it, but why are you so cold to me? You don't like me, don't you? I'm your wife, and the law doesn't allow you to do that. ”

He had very hard muscles. Every inch was a copper wall of iron. Ning Qing slapped him. He tickled like a kitten. Her palms ached and her heart grew more and more grieved. She stopped hitting him. That little lovely man drowned his eyes and pinched his little pink fist to wipe his tears.

“I can change what I did wrong and what I did wrong, if you say so. Will you stop being so cold and violent with me and ignore my passion? ”

The girl's crying mouth carried a crisp and soft complaint from the teenage girl, Lu Shaoming listened so soft that he couldn't, a big hand held her back of the head and held her in his arms.

“Ning Qing, I admit that the night before yesterday at Ning's house, my wife shed tears for another man, Grandma gave it to another man, then another man hugged me, I was angry. ”

“In my education, love and marriage should be loyal to each other, and I don't like to be forced. In bed, it's a terrible experience, I don't want to remember, every time I remember, I think of all your reluctance, then the end of the grass, it's only 10 minutes, my pride doesn't allow it. ”

“But I never thought about not wanting you, I just wanted to be quiet. Because all of a sudden I find that there's one more person in my life that I can't control, and I'm going to lose my mind for you. Like last night, you dressed like that to lure me, and I was afraid that I'd lose control, that I'd overturn my promise not to touch you myself. ”

“Today's dinner was a misunderstanding, and I had my fault. Ma'am, when I married you, I knew I had the ability to give you the most exquisite life, but please forgive your husband's lack of experience in love, and I can't help myself to you. ”

When I heard him push his stomach, Ning Qing reached out his small hand and held him tightly in his fine core. She wiped a tear on his expensive shirt, “Ming, I didn't want to explain that day at Ning's house. It was my fault, it was all my fault. Believe me, give me another chance, I will definitely change. But I really didn't shed tears for Xu Junxi. I rubbed a skin between my waist and wept myself. ”

Lu Shaoming glanced and kissed her forehead, "Really? ”

“Mmm!” Ning Qing nodded, grieving, "I lost tears when I hit the piano. Now my back still hurts, so I got scarred. ”

Lu Shaoming reached over her slender waist room, in a quiet room, in the dusk light, that layer of plush on the girl's delicate face was so soft.

She had tear beads on her face, and the whole person was beautiful like a rose blossoming in the spring sun.

“Does it hurt here?” He pinched her waist.

Ning Qing's two little hands tightened his shirt collar and nodded shyly. “Mind you, I didn't dislike it that night, you hurt me...”

Ning Qing raised his toes and whispered in his ear. "You've made me red and swollen. ”

Lu Shaoming's eyes darkened, his last name felt the throat knot rolling, “I didn't even move the real thing, why is it red? I can't touch you like a piece of water tofu. ”

Ning Qing blushed and punched him with a pink fist.

Lu Shaoming intercepted her little pink fist and wrapped it tightly in the palm of his hand. Their gaze hit each other. Both laughed at each other and were very affectionate.

“Ma'am, would you like me to put some ointment on it for you? It's reddish.” He asked.

“No, it's too late. The pharmacy's closed. Don't go out.” She wants him with her.

Lu Shaoming rubbed her hair lovingly. "Don't go to the pharmacy. When I bought you panties the night before, I had gone to the pharmacy to buy you ointment. The ointment was in the car. ”

Ning Qing, “..." Who just said she was tender like a water tofu, who is it?

……

Lu Shaoming applied ointment to her, and helped her lift her panties. Ning Qing was so shy, his palm-sized little face buried deep in the pillow, he dared not look at him.

Lu Shaoming breathed a little confused and looked at the girl. He lay beside her.

Afraid she was scared, he was a few dozen kilometers away from her.

Ning Qing trembled his long, slim eyelashes, the small powder group slowly moved away, close to him, and then pillow his little head on his shoulder.

“Ha...” Lu Shaoming did not move, but laughed.

“Why are you laughing? Don't laugh!” Rarely did she take the initiative, but he made a mockery of her.

Ning Qing punched him, his two little hands grabbed his neck, slowly pushed harder and ripped his head off.

His face was enlarged in front of Junton, and both breathed together.

“What's the matter?” Lu Shaoming looked at her reddish cheeks and asked deeply.

“Ming,” Ning Qing's soft voice trembled, "Are you still angry, I know I was wrong, can you forgive me? Hmm...”

Her red lips were clogged.

Lu Shaoming flanked herself, stretching out her long arm to roll her into her arms, her little head comfortably pillow on his shoulder, the man's power surrounded her.

She was also wearing a rosy cardigan, and he took it off for her. Inside was a skirt with a thin black shoulder strap. He pulled over the mattress and covered her tightly, leaving only a small head nest in his arms to kiss him.

The gentle meditation of his kiss seemed to feed her both days of tenderness. Ning Qing was obsessed with his kiss and could not even open his eyes.

When he kisses her, he always likes to find a position where she can lay on him and soak him in his arms… every minute with him is enjoyed by the ultimate gentleman.