My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Ning Qing was worried. He took the card out of his bag and plugged it in. He opened the door of the hotel room.

She stepped in with one foot and her little hand grabbed onto the wall to turn on the light.

But at that time, behind her, a long body was attacked, her little hand wrapped in a large palm, spinning for a while, the door was closed, and she was in the dark, against the door.

The smell of the man was too familiar, Ning Qing said, “Mind you... hmm...”

Lu Shaoming glanced down.

……

At the end of the long kiss, Ning Qing had been paralyzed in the arms of a man. She was powerless, “Ming, aren't you working? ”

The man's voice was low and mute. It was very magnetic and confusing. He sounded a little numb in Ning Qing's ear. "How do you make me work like this? There's nothing important about my little wife. She's not working anymore, she's with you. ”

Ning Qing pounded his pink lips. At this moment, his heart was unjustifiably slightly angry, and he got used to it.

Actually, she was lonely. He had to mess with her.

That feels good.

She grabbed his shirt collar and glued, “What little lady, how much smaller am I than you? You're insane! ”

“Oh, aren't you a teenager? What shall I call you, my dear wife, Ching Ching Baby, honey...”

Ning Qingfei's back held against the door panel, gasping for the scent of the Phantom and reaching to push him, the most unbearable appearance of his mumbling, especially the "honey”, with a slight drowning smile, pure English haircut, spit out by him low alcohol, damn!

I hear he is fluent in multilingualism and versatile.

Twenty years old, she's mature.

Such a stunning handsome man, she couldn't refuse.

Some reactions embarrassed her.

Who is Lu Shaoming? After seeing her tremble for a while, she knew she couldn't stand it. Her slim little hands were like tickling him. His wide body tattoo didn't move. He stuck his pants in his pocket with one hand. He mocked her delicate face with one hand and smiled. "I don't know what you are correcting. We are husband and wife, so please don't feel comfortable. If you want to suffer yourself, come and torture me. ”

Ning Qing came to beat him as soon as he heard it, "Lu Shaoming, who, who is suffering? ”

He didn't make a yellow hole in his voice.

Lu Shaoming's eyes were dark. The next second, he spun around for a while. Ning Qing had already been carried by a man on his shoulder. He took her into the bedroom room.

“Ning Qing, this month I sleep on the couch every day, you really deserve it, huh? ”

Ning Qing's soft stomach against his british shoulder was a little uncomfortable, but he was more than happy. He loved the charming look of the president of hegemony for a second.

She was thrown into a soft bed and the man's body was overwhelmed.

“Ning Qing, tonight, okay? ”

That's how straightforward it is.

Ning Qing was frightened and straightened out. He quickly grabbed his clumsy palm and bumped into each other. "Ming, not today, I... I'm not convenient.” Afraid that the man wouldn't understand, Ning Qing whispered another sentence, “I'm going to… physiological cycle. ”

The man on his body was stiff for two seconds, and then “popped” and turned on the lights in the bedroom cabinet.

In the gloomy light, the line of the man was very tight as a knife contour, like extreme concealment, his orbit was a little red wire, sometime he tore his neck tie, loose hanging around his neck, wild and seductive.

He rarely shows such a divine colour, and when a clean, cold and expensive man wants to eat, there is a clear breeze everywhere.

Good leather bag.

“Really?”

Turns out she has a thin pad on her.

Take a deep breath, he flips down angrily, and the exhalation lies flat beside her.

After some distance, Ning Qing could feel his rough breath, her white little hand clasped the sheets, and she stared at the crystal chandelier over her head for a few seconds.

It's not that she's correcting, it's that she has an indelible chop in her heart.

If he knew the truth, would he still love her so much?

Ning Qing flanked herself, nestled like a kitten in a man's arm bend, her little hand climbed his handsome face, she kissed his jaw, soft voice, “Mind you, after this cycle, I...”

The girl could not say shyly, Lu Shaoming sidelined, rolled the girl down. He stared at her fast-spilling autumn eyes and laughed, "That's what you said, I didn't ask you. You make your own promises, you make your own commitments. ”

“... um.” Ning Qing buried his delicate little face under his coat collar, and Snow White's little earlobes were dyed red.

One day she'll have to cross this cane, if he...

Ning Qing dared not think about it.

She doesn't want to lose him!

Ning Qing stretched out two small hands to snap his neck. I don't know if it was the intoxicating light or the handsome look of his corners. She half-crushed her eyes and lifted up to kiss him.

But the man hid on his side, Lu Xiaoming smiled unclearly, “Ning Qing, is there really nothing to confess to me? ”

She's so unusual.

“Yes,” Ning Qing chuckled lazily, “Lu Shaoming, I like you. ”

She kissed him.

Lu Shaoming did not close his eyes. He opened his eyes and watched the girl shyly twitch two long rows of lashes. He kissed him slowly. Her lips were pink, tender and full of cheeks.

The prettier you look.

A palm grabbed her back neck, and he hung her around his neck.

Another long kiss ended, looking at the girl's slightly reddish lips, Lu Shaoming was a bit stubborn.

“Is it any more comfortable to hear that women are very painful during their period? Or do you want me to get you some brown sugar water?” The room was very quiet and his low voice was extremely soft, holding her in his arms like a couple's affection.