My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

“You…”

Yoon Shuihuan put the sunglasses on his face and said relaxed and lazy, "That's it? I'll leave when I'm done. ”

……

Ning Qing covered her mouth with a small hand. The tears in her eyes burst out. Why should she be protected?

She doesn't hate her anymore?

Did she forgive her?

Her hair was rubbed by a man, "Why are you crying? Shouldn't you be happy? You didn't cross the sisters, this Yin Shuihuan phrase helps you get rid of the suspicion. ”

“But why? I thought...”

“You think she hates you? Wrong, actually. Your sisters have been together for 18 years, and what I believe, why doesn't she trust your character? She, like you, has a seven-tip heart and sees everything perfectly. ”

“If that's the case, why doesn't she listen to me? Three years ago, we weren't like this...”

“You have a Kan in your heart, she is too, even if she knew you were innocent, but her father did slap Mu Yunfan because of you. When she saw you, she would think that Yin's family had died, and she couldn't accept it, so she alienated you. ”

Ning Qing held Lu Shaoming tightly and cried sadly, “What should I do? I really don't know what to do. ”

“Leave everything to time, time will nurture all the pain, until then, quietly by her side, your hearts have never been far away. ”

“Mm-hmm.” Ning Qing nodded.

Lu Shaoming wiped tears for her, pulled her lips together, “Ning Qing, things have come to this point today, I ask you, do you have any secrets to confess to me? ”

What other secrets?

In the gentle but sharp words of the man, Ning Qing's face was stiff, his little body restlessly squeezed, very unwieldy.

Lu Shaoming looked at her and something happened.

“Don't you want to talk? Well, don't come looking for me when something happens.” Lu Shaoming stood up and left.

“Hey, Ming!” Ning Qing grabbed his big hand and tripped nervously, "I, I really don't have any secrets anymore, but, one thing, I used to, ever...”

Lu Shaoming coughed heavily and took his face seriously. "What happened? ”

Ning Qing loosened Lu Shaoming's hand. She bit her lower lip with her fresh and fine teeth. She moved to the side of the bed as if she had made a great determination to remove a comic book from the bottom drawer of the bedroom cabinet.

Lu Shaoming was a bit of a laugh. He thought the girl couldn't stand to be scared, but his eyes flashed. Isn't this the comic book she wouldn't let him read when she moved the bedroom?

The boy who lives in her teenage comic book.

Lu Shaoming always thought it was Xu Junxi, but looking at Ning Qing's twisted appearance, he must have guessed wrong, his eyes were a little complicated, she liked other people?

“This is really the last little secret I hid in my heart, I once... I met a man when I was 18..." Ning Qing said, holding on to the shame and gently opened the comic book.

Lu Shaoming glanced at him and his eyes shrunk dramatically.

The clean warm A4 paper depicts a man with a pencil. This is a 26-year-old, 7-year-old man, as handsome as a sculpture. He flies obliquely into the eyebrow of a sword, a tall nose beam... an English-inspired face.

The man was wearing a black woolen coat and a thin sweater with a blue V-neck hidden inside. He was lying on the floor, his hands covered in his abdomen and injured...

Lu Shaoming didn't know if he should laugh, he was too familiar with the man in the comic book.

He was three years ago!

27-year-old Lu Shaoming!

He always thought she didn't remember him, but didn't think that the encounter had long since been secretly included in her teenage comic book.

When did she move her mind?

Like him?

“This man...” His voice was a little hoarse.

Ning Qing was afraid to look at him, afraid he would be angry, but she had to explain, "Three years ago, he was injured. I saved him on the road, only on the brink...”

“Just painted him secretly on one side? ”

Ning Qing bit his lip and didn't know how to say, “Well, really just one side, he was long... okay, of course, no husband handsome,” Ning Qing stretched out his little finger to hold his pants, trying to please him, "Shui Li loved to paint since she was a kid, I was influenced by her, and she liked to do pens, and then came home, somehow, drew him. ”

“Well, was it touching him? ”

Ning Qing dared not nod his head and hang on, "He gave me a very special impression, unlike the men I know. ”

Oh, unique?

Lu Shaoming smiled softly and pinched her small jaw with two fingers. “Xu Junxi and your green plum bamboo horse for 18 years. Didn't you go on a date with him? Where did you put Jun-hee Hsu? ”

She hit his black eyes with a pair of hidden fall eyes, his eyes were so beautiful, more painty than the string moon in the sky, with a smile of stars, she was bewitched by him, she couldn't help but tell the truth, “I still don't love Xu Junxi enough, otherwise I wouldn't let go of his betrayal, I won't let go so chic and have pain, but I couldn't help but lose a little bit, far less than one-tenth of what I did to you.

“I had been with him for 18 years. It was already a habit to be with him, but it was just a little less heartfelt. At that time, I was too young to know what love was. The only date I had with Xu Junxi was also ruined by me. “

Lu Shaoming rubbed her mandibular delicate skin with a thin cocoon thumb, sweeping the comic book again, "Do you like this man's eyes? ”

In the comic book, he could tell, she painted very seriously.

His eyes were carefully copied by her, and he could hardly imagine the blushing look on her face.

“Mmm.” Ning Ching nodded honestly.

Lu Shaoming was a bit of a laugh. Did he change so much from three years ago?

She doesn't know him now that he's standing in front of her?

Perhaps she never thought that the man she had ever been in love with would actually appear in her life and become her husband.

Young Master Lu wanted to say something, then, "President.” Julie's voice rang out the door.

Lu Shaoming let go of her and leaned over and kissed her sweet lips. "I'll go to the office first. I'll talk to you when I get home. Besides, it looks good. ”

Men pull their legs off.

Until Lu Shaoming went far, Ning Qing could not relieve himself from his “good eye”. Did he... take the wrong medicine?

Not angry at all?

Ning Qing closed the comic book and held it in her arms. She suddenly turned her head and looked out the door. Why, she suddenly felt that Lu Shaoming's eyes seemed to have known each other, much like those in the comic book...

“Hmm." Ning Qing poured back into the soft bed and covered her little head with a mattress. Did she have a high fever and burned her brain? How could she have this absurd idea?

Ning Qing's little hand slowly touched Lu Shaoming's pillow, and then buried the reddish little face in it. His smell was really clean and charming.

Heartbeat.

Familiar heartbeat.

It's like a heartbeat that missed three years ago.

Shh, shy, how can she touch two men?!