My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Ning Qing was in her little office this afternoon, and she texted Julie.

Julie said the president wanted coffee, and the men were whispering, and the beans were ground into powdered coffee and then cooked in a coffee pot.

Ning Qing wrote the ratio of coffee beans to water, and finally added another spoonful of sugar, two ml of milk.

Julie at that end asked, "Ma'am, is this the taste the president likes? Isn't it too faint?

Ning Qing replied, "It's not a flavour he likes, it's a flavour I like]

Zhu Rui's three periods, […]

Ning Qing's mouth is stained with a sweet smile. What kind of mouth is that? I'm not used to it. The coffee is too thick to drink. He likes it when he tries it lightly.

So Zhu Rui brought the prepared coffee into the president's office, as Ning Qing had said.

Lu Shaoming looked at the document and sipped, paused for 2 seconds. He put the coffee down and looked at Julie, "What kind of coffee is this? ”

Julie should be very familiar with his flavors.

Julie laughed, “Chief, this is the new way I've been making coffee in my book lately. Try it, Chief. What do you think? ”

Lu Shaoming took another sip of coffee and nodded lightly, "It's okay. ”

The intense bitterness in the coffee faded slightly, adding a hint of milk sweetness and a sweet aftertaste to the mouth.

Jury, who was so highly regarded, left the office and texted Ning Qing. [Madam, the president said it tasted good]

So Ning Qing smiled sweetly.

In fact, she was a very satisfying person, and she was in a bad situation, but she was happy to see him and let him taste the coffee she had made herself.

When Ning Qing was happy, the knock of "knock” rang and Ye Ting walked in.

“Miss Ning, this is the Whitehall advertising program that our Marketing Department has just discussed, see if there are any problems.” Ye Ting was still very professional at the time, she didn't want to pack her things and leave.

Ning Qing turned the ad scheme into her hand and looked at it for two pages. She twisted the eyebrow slightly and said, "Your plan is to go on stage T first, then make an advertisement film. This is no different from traditional advertising. It's not new enough, it's eye-catching. ”

Ye Ting's profession was questioned, she immediately forked her hands and waist, “Miss Ning, do you know what marketing is, how do you want to label Xin Li Different? If you don't understand, don't make any comments here unless you have better advice. ”

Ning Qing accepted the advertising plan and looked at Ye Ting with a smile. "Well, since Manager Ye sees me so well, I will definitely come up with a good suggestion to tell Manager Ye. ”

“Oh, whatever.” Ye Ting smiled scornfully and turned away.

Ning Qing fiercely put a little pink fist behind her, don't look down on people.

She must be able to come up with a better way.

……

Everyone was off duty, and Ning Qing got up and walked to the elevator.

The elevator was full of people, Ning Qing decided to wait for the next batch.

While waiting, a couple of little girls with engines came to her for her autograph, “Wow, Ning Qing, you're beautiful. Can you sign for us? ”

“Sure.” Ning Qing smiled like a flower and took the pen and signed for them.

As soon as he signed his sight, an English-strong figure flew in. Looking up, Lu Shaoming came to this side of the president's vip elevator.

He glanced at her slightly, perhaps out of partnership.

“Young Master Lu,” Ning Qing gave the pen back to the little girl and walked forward with her feet lifted. “The elevator was too full for me to wait. Now that I'm lucky enough to meet Young Master Lu, can you give me a lift? ”

A vip elevator, he won't be reluctant.

A man's home is there.

“Yes.” Lu ShaoMing nodded, his fingerprints opened the elevator, and the gentleman let her in first, then he went in.

He stood in front of her and shut the elevator.

No one spoke on the way down the elevator. Ning Qing raised his little head and a pair of gentle autumn eyes connected him indiscriminately.

His back was straight and strong, and his wrist in the watch slipped into his trouser pocket casually. Ning Qing could see the man's surname on his white shirt collar raised his throat, clean and deep hair thread.

He hasn't changed a bit, he's sophisticated and charming everywhere.

The two were very close, about 30 meters away, Ning Qing knew that she could hold him tightly as long as she took a step forward, and she could smell the clear and charming smell from him as before.

But she can't.

Because... he'll push her away.

Maybe he won't even let her close.

Just look at him like this.

Lu Shaoming knew she was looking at him. He looked at her through the glass mirror in the elevator. She looked at him with such a focused and devout eye.

“Miss Ning, are you downstairs? I'm going to the basement to pick up the car.” Men suddenly have low alcohol openings.

Ning Qing's thoughts were interrupted. He didn't turn his head when he spoke. As if it were a careless question, Ning Qing stuck a strand of hair around his cheek behind his ear and picked Liu Mei and replied, “Okay, I'm downstairs. ”

“Ding," the elevator stopped on the ground floor.

“Master Lu, thank you, bye-bye.” Ning Qing walked out of the elevator and instead of turning around, she stood at the door of the elevator and waved her plain little hand at him.

Lu Shaoming glanced at her. She wore a black cashmere sweater, a pearl lapel collar, and a small burgundy petite skirt with a truncated organza at the waist, followed by a pair of jeans, a pair of white skate shoes on her feet, and a youthful and stylish flourish.

She was beautiful, her palm-sized little face was sophisticated and bright, with a tiny ear stud hanging from her snowy little earlobes.

The lights on the ground floor of the lobby were sprinkling on her, and her eyebrows bent over to bid him farewell.

Lu Shaoming had no expression. He nodded slightly, reaching out and closing the elevator.

The girl disappeared in front of him.

When he went to the basement floor to pick up the car and open the Bentley door, he rolled down the throat knot and didn't know when he was dry.

……

Ning Qing stood by the side of the road and waited for the car. Her nanny car would come to pick her up, but she thought about it and texted Zhou so she wouldn't have to pick it up.

I just picked up my phone and saw the familiar Bentley driving by.

Ning Qing raised his smile and jumped off the steps on the side of the road. The whole person blocked Bentley's car.

Lu Shaoming drove slowly. When Bentley drove onto the street, he also saw Ning Qing standing on the side of the road waiting for the car at first sight.

He wasn't surprised she jumped out of the car and had anticipated it.

He squeezed his lips indifferently and thinly.

Ning Qing came to the window, “Master Lu, it's not a good time to take a cab, can you give me a lift? ”

Lu Shaoming nodded, “Get in the car. ”

Ning Qing reached out to open the back door and sat in.

……

The car still smelled familiar to her and resembled the smell of a man. Ning Qing looked up at him and saw him pressing his bony palm against the steering wheel, moving around the clouds.

“Miss Ning, where are you going?” Lu Shaoming sneaked his gaze through the rearview mirror and asked.

Ning Qing was not embarrassed when he was caught. She probably guessed at his thoughts, and she didn't have to hide.

Ning Qing pulled up the corner of her lips, and the neon light that refracted through the car window lit her delicate and warm, "Master Lu, where do you live now? ”

He doesn't remember her. Remember Villa Half Tealeaf?

There's how many romantic times they've been obsessed with.

Lu Shaoming looked at the car in front of him and replied, "Living in an apartment. ”

Very polite and distant answer.

“Um...” Ning Qing smiled slightly. He certainly doesn't remember Half Ming Xuan Villa, “Then please send Major Lu to Ning Jia Villa on xxx Road. ”

“Good." Young Master Lu responded.

The girl in the back seat stopped talking. Lu Shaoming glanced at her. She held the minibus with a soft, boneless little hand and looked out the window. She twisted her brow slightly to wonder what she was thinking.

Lu Shaoming suddenly laughed. What does this obvious woman want to tell him?

She does have a trench in her body and face to attract men's capital. She ran into the mall, went into the expanse engine, rode with him in the elevator, got in his car now... didn't she just want to get close to him?

Now the opportunity has come, she has no indication.

She didn't hide her obsession with him, but Lu Shaoming always thought she was looking at another person through him. Does he look like her “never before, never again”?

She's looking for a shadow on him?

Why else would she come all the way to him just to look at him quietly?

Lu Shaoming thought it was ridiculous, 31 years of living has been the pride of the heavens, Qing Zhuoel, has never provoked any woman, but there are many women who want to hook up with him, but he stays as light as water, rarely desires, and is proud of himself.

I didn't expect to be used as a double today.

“Miss Ning, what kind of courier did you deliver to my mother in America the other day? ”

I knew he'd ask that.

“Oh, my aunt loved a record of a deceased predecessor, and that record was my private collection, and I met my aunt on the Internet, and I was just on my way to America, and I brought it to my aunt. ”

“Well," Young Master Lu answered unknowingly, “was that the first time you saw me? ”

Ning Qing heard the question stiff, she turned her head slowly, winking the long lashes of the butterfly cicada, smiling back, “Has Major Lu ever seen me? ”

Lu Shaoming and her eyes collided in the rearview mirror. He did not answer, but pulled up his lips and smiled slightly.

Listen, it's like he's making love to himself.

The girl is quiet, Lu Shaoming hands on the music in the car, is a romantic French song.

Ning Qing felt familiar listening to the song. Xiu Qiong's little nose was red. She instantly had a bright fog in her eyes. She didn't want him to see it, so she lay down by the window and whispered, "Lu Zhao, do you like this song? ”

Lu Shaoming did not answer.

So Ning Qing sang along with the familiar melody. She knew she didn't sing well. She didn't speak French, except for that sentence.

After singing, she muttered to herself, “Young Master Lu, do you know what this lyric means? I didn't understand it before, now I understand it... I've been deeply in love with you since the first time I saw you...”

When she got married last year, she slept in a big bed filled with rose petals, and he sang it over her ear, that's the song.

He was a deeply restrained man, not good at confessing, but how he could confess, telling her in French how much he loved her at first sight.

How romantic.

Ning Qing fell into her own grief and suddenly heard a brake treading in her ear, as inertia prevented her from falling forward.

Little head hit the front car seat before it could react. Two fingers were snapped on the small jaw. The man was very powerful and dragged her face directly to his eyes. Lu Shaoming lowered his voice and asked, "Who are you? ”

Ning Qing did not expect him to have such a big reaction. He raised his eyes and wanted to see him, but tears fell and blurred her eyes directly.

Lu Shaoming's palms were warm and wet, the tears she had fallen.

She cried.

Lu Shaoming felt the pain of density and numbness coming from his heart. His dark black and white eyes flashed a little panic, “Why are you crying? ”

Ning Qing looked at him silly and didn't know how to answer.

How embarrassing they were at the moment, his exquisite and impeccably handsome face amplified right in front of her, and his breath blew on her pretty face.

The more tears flow, Ning Qing bites his cheeky lower lip with his freshly sheen teeth to keep himself from crying out.

I really wanted to hold him and cry.

He wouldn't know that in his absence, she had long missed madness.

Lu Shaoming could not see that she could not bite her lips. His head began to ache. He felt uncomfortable with his eyebrows. He rubbed her tears uncontrollably with his cocoon thumb covered. After rubbing, he became untouched by her face.

At this time, a series of cell phone ringtones broke this silence, and Lu Shaoming's phone rang.

Lu Shaoming suddenly woke up from his dreams. He retracted his hands like lightning. He said in a few moments of confusion, “I'm sorry. ”

Lu Shaoming answered the phone.

Without his caliper, Ning Qing sat back in the back seat. She wiped tears with her little hands. She just lost control, he...

Actually, he doesn't have feelings for her either.

His palms were so big that they could be placed in her two little faces, a little sore and a little crispy.

Lu Shaoming hung up the phone after a few shouts. He restarted the car and Bentley slowly entered the main driveway. He couldn't find a trace of turmoil on his handsome face. He stretched his tongue and licked his dry lip. He slowed down, “The French song just now gave me a familiar feeling, so... sorry. I'll take you home first. I'll pick you up at the airport later. ”

Ning Qing also calmed her emotions, and she laughed, “I just remembered some things from the past, so I was a little... sad. I didn't expect Lu Shao to like this song, then we are very lucky. Are you going to the airport? I happen to be picking up a friend at the airport. Let's go. ”

Lu Shaoming stopped talking, and the ripples in his heart became frightened with Ning Qing's “past events”.

He pulled his lips in ridicule and indifference, and Lu Shaoming would not be anyone's double.

……

Airport.

Lu Shaoming walked up to pick up his mother, Song Ya Jing. Song Ya Jing was standing beside a very charming and beautiful woman.