My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

“There's still time.” Lu Shaoming disagreed. He kissed her hair twice and went to check on her lace clothes.

Ning Qing dared not to mess with him. This is a serious office place. He dared to “faint”, but she dared not “shameless”.

“Lu Shaoming, let go!” Ning Qing broke free of his palm and his sensitive little body twisted. He suddenly fell off his leg and fell onto the carpet.

There was a coffee table next to him, Ning Qing's arm hit him, "Ah!” One sound.

“President, ma'am.” Jury outside the door heard a shout and quickly opened the door.

He opened the door, embarrassed his face, his wife's hair was messy, his little hands tightened the clothes on his body, and at first glance he looked strong.

And Lu Shaoming's face has turned black into a pot cover.

Ning Qing glanced outside and knew it was embarrassing. Estimated meeting time, Julie was standing behind the highway executives. Now the executives stared at them, their mouths were wide as if they had eaten an egg.

“Out!” Lu Shaoming frowned uncomfortably.

“Yes." Julie quickly closed the door.

Lu Shaoming held Ning Qing's small waist and lifted her up. He looked at her fiber arm with his eyes. His eyes ached. "I didn't want to take you for a kiss. Why are you so excited? Let me see. Where did you get hurt? ”

“I'm fine.” Ning Qing pulled back his fiber arm and didn't dare look at him. She knew she had made a mistake, but Hiroshi's president was hit by someone else.

She embarrassed him.

But he deserves it too.

“Ming, I'm going home first. You come home early at night.” Ning Qing turned around and ran away.

Lu Shaoming looked at her beautiful figure and sighed. Her face was so thin or he taught less, so she was shy. What should we do next?

At a time when Lu Shaoming was deeply troubled, Ning Qing was a bit of a shame.

All the way out of the highway, no one dared speak in front of her, but everyone was behind her whispering ---

“Did you hear that, just now, in the president's office, the president held his wife and didn't let go, and he had to do that with her, and the wife rolled to the ground. ”

“Oh, mygod, no! Our president looks like a sober widow. How can he be so fierce? Can't bear to see his wife at that age. ” …

……

Ning Qing returned to the villa. Aunt Yang was preparing dinner. Ning Qing looked at the landing clock in the living room. It was 7: 00 p.m.

Lu Shaoming hasn't returned yet.

She looked at the book and waited for him. When two beams of light appeared in her sight, Ning Qing quickly raised her head and looked. Lu Shaoming's Bentley car returned.

She left her book and ran all the way to open the door. She forgot to wear her shoes and stood barefoot on the pebble steps.

“Mindfulness.” She called the man who got out of the car.

The fog was dull outside the villa, and the man was black with a little bit of frost, and he looked up and instantly softened in his glamorous eyebrows.

The girl wore a white mopping dress and a cardigan with a soft green ruffled leaf on her exterior. She stood in the dark light and was warm.

Lu Shaoming came around the car body. When he saw her little white foot standing on the steps, he slipped his lips and stepped over.

“How old are you, barefoot? Did you forget you had a fever last night?” A big hand snapped her small, barbaric waist one foot and six and lifted her up with ease.

He took her back to the villa.

Ning Qing saw him really angry, quickly hugged his head, his little face rubbing his tenacious cold cheek, softly coddled, “Ming, don't be angry, you came back so late, I thought you were blaming me for what happened in the office this afternoon, I saw you come back, too happy, forgot to wear shoes. ”

She was soft in her arms for a while, and the girl's voice sounded really nice, and her stomach was crispy.

“Not again!” Lu Shaoming sat her on the counter at the front door, reached out for a soft towel, grabbed her balls in the palm of her hand, and wiped the water mist on her feet.

Ning Qing's face was not angry and reddish. He hung his eyes and was gentle and focused. Her eyes were full of his thick curly lashes, which were prettier than those of a woman.

She's getting really cesium.

His eyes were mesmerized by his superior skin, and even his feet, covered in cocoons, swung a lukewarm wave, leaving her limbs weak.

Would a man like him do the same for a woman?

I heard that a woman wants to be her husband, wash her own men's clothes and cook food, and serve a good man when he's tired of working, but he, how come?

The last time she spanked him, she was reprimanded by her mother. If she saw this scene again...

Traditionally, the moms couldn't accept it.

She saved him three years ago, and now he's spoiling her so much, is she making money or not?

Wipe her feet clean, Lu Shaoming bent back to lift the pink plush slippers on the carpet and put them on.

Looking up, I saw a woman's autumn eyes spinning and staring at him like she was in a mood.

Lu Shaoming pulled up his lips, one big palm against the wall, bent down close to her, whispered, "What are you looking at? Your eyes are writing three words and eating him. ”

Ning Qing dried his mouth, swallowed a small sip, reached his precise waist on the ring, she lifted her little head and rubbed his last name on his thin lips, kissed him, “Ming, you are handsome, handsome and charming. ”

Her face, she doesn't want it anymore.

Lu Shaoming glanced heavily, a large palm clasped her back of the head, rapidly rebelled mainly.

Aunt Yang heard the sedan and knew that he was back. She brought the food to the table, but she was too late to see him and his wife. She left the kitchen to see it.

Look, the earthquake is in place.

Sir and wife, a pair of perfect people, are kissing at the front door, both kissing very hard, each like that crossed neck of a lovely, beautiful face.

Lu Shaoming was alert. As soon as Aunt Yang appeared, he quickly withdrew from the sweet belly of Ning Qing and let her go.

Ning Qing also sobered up from Mi Li, looking at Aunt Yang, she slipped into Lu Shaoming's arms with shame.

Aunt Yang laughed, “Ma'am, I didn't see anything. Go on, go on.” Aunt Yang turned to the kitchen.

Ning Qing: There are two people kissing. Why did Aunt Yang only mention her? Why?

Funny!

Did she just kiss too much, the whole person hang on Lu Shaoming?

Did all her moves just now explain Lu Shaoming's phrase "eat him”?

Must be.

Whoo-hoo.

It's over. She'll be ashamed later.

Lu Shaoming looked at Ning Qing's defiled god and rubbed her hair with pity. "Don't screw your eyebrows. If you screw your eyebrows again, you'll be on your 21st birthday in advance. ”

Ning Qing suddenly stared and jumped off the counter to hammer him, “What, you think I'm old? ”