My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

“Yeah.” The girl put the gift bag on the table and took out two presents, “This was given to you two years ago on your birthday by Ning Ching, the keychain. ”

Xu Junxi grabbed the key chain in his palm, and the metal rim matched the masculinity of the man, with three crystal round beads underneath, brilliant and elegant.

“Xu Junxi, don't look at this little thing. It was designed by Ning Qing himself. Then he ran a few miles to the manufacturer of the keychain to customize it for you. There is your name on this steel ring. ”

“Also, this is the scarf that Ning Qing knitted for you on your birthday a year ago. She said that you are suitable for warm colors. You use this light blue color. Girls use needle threads for their boyfriends. This is Ning Qing's love for you. ”

Xu Junxi trembled and put the scarf on his cheek. The soft wool was incredibly warm. He closed his red silk orbit and mumbled. "Then why didn't she give it to me? ”

“That's what I'm asking you. You're not in China for those two birthdays. Ning Qing hasn't looked everywhere for you. Ning Qing said that if the birthday gift expires, it won't be necessary. In fact, she even thought about the gift she's going to give you this year. It's only a shame...”

Xu Junxi tightened his eyebrows painfully. On those birthdays, he flew to the United States to spend time with Ning Yao.

He finally knew what it was like to disappoint that girl.

“Xu Junxi, I heard about Ning Qing. As a friend, I was really happy for her. After she did the shadow, there was another man like Lu Shao to guard her. She is very happy now. ”

“Xu Junxi, you betrayed Ning Qing. Since you can't make it to the end, bless her. She deserves better. ”

Xu Junxi shivered her dry, cracked lips. Blessings?

He doesn't like it.

She used to belong to him.

“No!" Xu Junxi shouted. He ran out of the bar door with a keychain and scarf in his hand. The cold wind couldn't stop him from running. He was passing wildly in the neon lamp at night. He had only one thought. He was looking for Ning Qing.

He wanted to find the beautiful youth that had passed away.

……

In the villa.

Ning Qing took a shower in the bathroom. She chose to take a shower because the man whispered when he stuffed her pajamas. He went downstairs to take a shower and told her not to wash too late.

But Ning Qing had been a long time, wiping the water beads with a towel, and she changed into her pyjamas.

A narrow shoulder strap hooked onto her bright white shoulder, her waist narrowed, her waist tightened by one foot and six, and she scattered a balmy hair over her shoulders.

After determining that the lovely person in the mirror was more delicate than flowers, Ning Qing took a deep breath, opened the door and walked out.

After walking out, Ning Qing shook up. In the huge bedroom, on the carpet, on the windowsill, there were red candles. The snow and white soft bed was filled with a rose-hearted sea of flowers, so romantic.

Not yet when she went into the bathroom. He deliberately took Aunt Yang's leave today. No one messed with it. Did he do all this himself?

Does he understand that?

Still don't get it. Learned for her?

Ning Qing was full of emotion, his side eyes looked, the man was standing at the counter with a bottle of red wine in his hand, pouring red red wine into two tall cups.

I noticed her coming out, and he slowed his eyes.

She had never seen him in a dark burgundy shirt with flowing dark prints lining his carved face like a jade.

The braced collar revealed his male fine clavicle, the shirt was unbuttoned with four buttons down, the robust abs appeared hidden, the black casual pants worn underneath, but the shirt was not stuck in the pants, a few lazy drops, the surname felt fatal.

Ning Qing, the whole person seems to have stepped into the cloud.

What's he doing?

“Washed? Come here!” He looked up and down at her in a red skirt, pounding the rainbow, his eyes darkening.

Ning Qing shivered his eyelashes with shame. He bit his teeth and lifted his feet to the past.

He walked up to him and handed her a glass of wine, “I heard the girls like it. I didn't work much at the company today. I ordered someone to collect the materials. I rehearsed it in the office. I put it in a hurry. Ma'am, are you satisfied? ”

He did all this, and now he's asking her to be satisfied.

Satisfied, 10,000 satisfied!

“Well, that's okay, but there's room for improvement, and there's still work to be done.” She can't make him proud because she's so sweet and sticky.

“Well, as long as the wife wants to marry me every night.” He lowered his voice.

Ning Qing's face instantly became red and hot.

Lu Shaoming's fingers moved and the music sounded in every corner of the room, which was a very lyrical and romantic French tone.

He walked up to the front, copied his pants in his pocket, and held the goblet in his hand, "Wish us a happy wedding, Cheers. ”

Ning Qing had always wanted to cover his ears. He was fine and came back to her in English. He said that English was a pure pronunciation and listened to her legs softly.

She lifted her little head and lightened a sip of wine.

The wine tasted good, she was greedy and drank all the wine.

She needs guts tonight.

Lu Shaoming put down the glass in her hand, a strong arm to hug her bee waist. He had a special obsession with her waist, which was thin and soft.

Ning Qing's cheeks were red, his little hands nervously tightened his buried red shirt, buried in his breath of shower fragrance, "Ming, have you begun? ”

Lu Shaoming glanced and kissed her fine face, soothing her nervousness, “No, ma'am, let's dance first. ”

“Sure.” She's a strong dancer, she's got all sorts of moves. "What dance? ”

Lu Shaoming held her in his arms and took her dancing with him, but a long finger of one hand came to pick a strand of her hair, and then circled around his finger. He kissed her lips with his eyes, pecking slightly, and it didn't deepen. “It doesn't matter, whatever the wife likes, Waltz, Tango... whatever. ”

Ning Qing was knocked unconscious by his kiss. He gritted too much, pecking only at her lips, spraying the warm and wet nose on her delicate skin. Her lips were full of his smell, faint aroma, alcohol, intoxicating.

Three years ago, I wouldn't dare think about it. I'd talk to him today.

They didn't know what they were doing. She stepped on his feet a lot, and when she fainted, she just heard him say, "Ma'am, you smell so good. ”

Ning Qing trembled twice, her hands quickly covered his mouth, she casually kicked the slippers on his feet, put two white feet on his shoe, lifted his toe and held his head. I didn't know what I wanted, I could only rub his horn with my little face. “Enough said, no more talking, Lu Shaoming, how bad are you, you deliberately, you deliberately, you come to guide me. ”

Lu Shaoming breathed and took a few steps backwards. The pair rolled onto a soft queen bed.

Ning Qing was pressed down and his little hands tightened the sheets scared, but his hands were cold, so he remembered the rose flower, the flower juice was stained on the sheets, and the fragrance was full.

“Ma'am...” Young Master Lu kissed her, but the low, mute voice sang a single, French lyric in her ear.

Ning Qing, is he singing?

A man like him singing!

Ning Qing really can't stand it. He's bullying her. She doesn't understand French!

Speaking French is the most beautiful language in the world. The only thing she has ever seen on TV is French. It's hard for the Chinese to speak French, and she's got a little more obstinacy.

But he didn't, he spit in his mouth like a fountain of water, low alcohol and fine, he hummed, a little lazy jazz wind, noble pronunciation.

Not without fantasy in college, the other half of the future, Kiyorenzor, brilliant, he has satisfied all her fantasies and given her all.

She's really lucky to have such a brilliant man.

Her whole body fainted, her soft lips impatiently searching, blocking his thin lips, but he slipped away again, she mumbled and cried in agony.

Some of them were awake and listened to him again, and he said, "Ma'am, you saved me three years ago, so clean and beautiful and so smart, and then I fell in love with you. For the past three years, my soul was haunted and I never forgot. Ma'am, give it to me. I love you, Iloveyou. ”

Ning Qing stared at the crystal chandelier over his head. It was playing back like a movie in his head, with the little drips they knew.

Three years ago, when we met without warning, he asked her what her name was, and she said her name was Ning Qing, Lord of Ching Ben Jia.

And he turned a farewell glance, and the starry eyes made her faint for a moment, heartbeat.

Three years later, she was harassed in a bar, ran into his arms, she was drugged into a hotel room, broke into his bathroom, met and entwined in the middle of nowhere, he rolled her into bed, but didn't want her, just told her not to lose herself.

Later he helped her, paved the way for her in the entertainment industry, his mother surgery he was with her, every battle with Li Meilingyao he stood behind her silently...

He protects her from falling and pain by giving her the thickest wings.

He treated her like a brother.

Just like husband.