My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Lu Shaoming ate it with her little hand.

“Honey, is it good?” She asked with a smile.

Lu Shaoming wrinkled his handsome eyebrows. The man ate the food and was too well-educated to make a sound. He gave a pertinent review, "It's okay. ”

Getting a "okay” from him, Ning Qing smiled like a flower. This is not easy for people selling rice sausage.

The two of them ate rice sausage together, Ning Qing ordered several more famous pastries, such as soufflé, mainly considering that he would not be full.

The man was a good boy. Ning Qing fed him anything. He opened his mouth and ate it. They looked just like the couple on this shuttle, the most ordinary happiness.

After eating eight layers, Ning Qing was in a good mood and wrote on his face, “Ming, you wait. I'll go buy a cup of milk tea. There's a queue. ”

Lu Shaoming looked at the place where the girls were lined up, had no objection, let her go, and watched her jump over like a happy little bird.

Seventy-eight minutes in a row, Ningqing bought a cup of milk tea, turned around and ran back, but the man disappeared.

Ning Qing was shocked and looked around his toes. “Husband... Ming... Ming Lu! ”

She took another two steps to find it, when a pair of hands covered her mouth and carried her to a remote corner of the wall.

There's nobody here.

Ning Qing's heart beat so hard that when the man covered her mouth, she smelled him with a clear breath of bamboo leaves. She was deeply obsessed with the smell.

“Ming, what are you doing?” She was forced against the wall, and he stuck to her, no more gentlemanly distance, just tight.

He buried himself in her pink neck and smelled the scent on her.

Ning Qing temporarily tightened the milk tea in his hand, and the scene flourished outside. He took her to a remote place, afraid of the nervousness and irritation found. His cold and hard short hair was lightly scratched on the delicate skin. These feelings converged into a warm current and swept all over his body.

Well, it's dark. It's about 8: 00.

It's almost bedtime.

“Why only one cup of milk tea, hmm?” He suddenly asked.

Ning Qing shrunk backwards and the soft voice tripped. "I, I can't finish. Don't waste money. We can have a drink together. ”

“Oh," in the dark, he wrapped his cocoon thumb around her red lips, grinning, "ma'am, I've been eating your saliva all night, supper should be about time, let's go home and get to work. ”

Ning Qing shyly shivered his long, curly eyelashes, didn't dare to rebut them, didn't want to rebut them, but suddenly remembered one thing.

Soft, white hands clasped the corner of his coat, biting his red lips tightly, gluing, negotiating tone, “Honey, I, I don't want to get pregnant for now, okay, can I...”

Security measures…

Lu Shaoming left her slightly. His two big hands held her hot little face, unable to see her face. It was a little hard to smell her exhaling in the scent of Pyramid.

“Well, I understand that you're too young to graduate yet, and your career should start. It's all up to you. We'll think about the kids in a couple of years. ”

Ning Qing didn't expect him to promise to be so cheerful. She was happy before, and a loud "bang" kissed his lip corner, "Thank you husband. ”

“Well... I remember you had your period the other two days, so today is a safe time, and I can do anything. ”

Ning Qing's whole person “Teng” burned, “...”

“But I will also prepare the measures in case you need them from time to time, little lady, everything will be left to your husband, and I will protect you... all of you. ”

Ning Qing, “…” his legs were soft and directly paralyzed in Lu Shaoming's arms.

……

In Lu Shaoming's return to Half Ming Xuan Villa, Xu Jun-hee had spent a day and a night in the bar.

He poured a lot of bottles in front of him, his fine shirt, his pants wrinkled, and he squinted his eyes on the table and slept badly.

At this time, a girl found him, "Xu Junxi, I heard Xiaoyuan said you were here. I was Ning Qing's roommate. A while ago, I went home, and when I went back to school, she had moved away. There were two small gifts left by Ning Qing. I think since she didn't want them, I would give them to the person she wanted to give them to. ”

“A gift?” Xu Junxi lifted her eyes and looked at the girl's fine gift bag. "Is this for Ning Qing? ”