My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

“Didn't you worry about approaching Lu Shao, now Lu Shao. Haha, Ning Qing, you always do this, keep hitting on men, Xu Junxi, Mu Yunfan... they are willing to be sincere at your feet, even for your loss of life no regrets, you are a shameless fox clean, dedicated to hitting on men for pleasure. ”

The room was quiet, leaving Lu Shaoming and Ning Qing staring at each other.

Lin Xuemei's abusive words are very bad. Ning Qing's heart sinks. Lu Shaoming has lost his memory. Will he listen to Lin Xuemei?

“Young Master Lu...” Ning Qing approached him with his feet up and wanted to explain.

But Lu Shaoming turned around and stepped out of the room door.

Ning Qing knew it was broken, so she hurried to catch up.

“Young Master Lu, listen to me explain, Lin Xuemei hates me. Her words are obviously heartfelt and intentionally said to you. I want you to misunderstand me. Don't fall for her. ”

Lu Shaoming was not surprised. He didn't even wrinkle his eyebrows. He squeezed his lips in a clean and elegant way. He asked softly, "Miss Ning, why does Lin Xuemei hate you? ”

“Because she likes the cloud sail, but the cloud sail...” Like me...

“Oh, what about Jun-hee Xu, who is he to you? ”

Ning Qing, “…”

Lu Shaoming reached in front of the elevator and pressed the button. He suddenly turned his head towards Ning Qing. There was no temperature on the thin, cold eyes. "Miss Ning, how many am I? ”

“What?” Ning Qing was stuck, and he asked the question.

At this time, the elevator door “Ding” opened. Lu Shaoming walked in with his feet lifted. Ning Qing quickly followed him, and the elevator door closed.

Ning Qing was in a mess. She knew he cared about Lin Xuemei's words.

He is such a tall, cool and expensive man, his private life is transparent and clean, and naturally he despises women who are very confused.

But she's not!

How does she answer the second question, technically?

She knew he wouldn't be happy if she said "first."

Ning Qing bit his lower lip and stretched out his palm and dragged him to his side. She shook like a teenage girl. She said slightly more delicately, "Master Lu, don't be angry, I'm not that kind of woman. Do you have time now, let's talk, I can tell you all about my past. ”

The man curled sarcastically, “Why, is Miss Ning treating other men the same way? Is she okay to hold hands and give a hug? ”

Ning Qing was humiliated by him. She let go of his hand and looked at him very hurt. "Don't say that, you should know that I am not... Don't look at the morning. I forgive you, you seem to be able to understand me indefinitely... my heart will hurt too...”

Lu Shaoming Ying's body was stiff and stiff. At this time, he “dinged”. When the elevator arrived, the elevator door opened automatically, but neither of them went out.

There was someone waiting outside the elevator, everyone wanted to come in, but looking at the English man in front of the face was cold, the eagle falcon's deep eyes swept a glance, like the top of Tarzan.

Those who wanted to lift their feet in stalled, then “heh” two conscious retreats, "we wait for the next batch. ”

Lu Shaoming reached out and closed the elevator door.

……

After three seconds of silence, Lu Shaoming turned around. He approached Ning Qing step by step. Ning Qing did not expect that he would suddenly approach and take a step back.

Slippery back against the elevator, the man “snapped” and one hand held onto the elevator, wrapping her soft around the elevator and in his arms.

Ning Qing Xiuqiong's little nostrils were a little red. In her gaze, he had a white shirt with no tie. She outstretched her bare hands to pinch the shirt between his waist. “Lu Shaoming, I like you, I just like you...”

Lu Shaoming looked at her delicate skin like chicken protein and asked, "Why do you like me? Seems like you've liked me since that time in America? ”

Ning Qing hesitated for a moment, and glued. “Like is like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, why? ”

Lu Shaoming softly shouted in his heart. He stretched out two fingers to provoke her small jaw. The man covered his cocoon thumb and slowly rubbed her lip-lined red lips.

Ning Qing's legs were soft, and his charming lucidity seized her senses. The feeling of crispness on his lips came like a radio wave.

“Lu Shaoming.” Ning Qing soft in his arms, his little hand climbed up, grabbed the shirt on his chest, butterfly-like eyelashes trembled so badly that he wanted to kiss her.

The man slowly did not kiss, his dumb opening, with a derisive cool and mature man's picking, “Has a man ever kissed you? ”

Ning Qing opened his eyes suddenly and his body was stiff.

And she looked at him, and he didn't have a love bath in his eyes, and he fell into her ear, and he said, "Have you slept with a man? ”

Ning Qing felt a basin of cold water dripping from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet. She suddenly realized a serious problem.

That's a deadly loophole in her three-month appointment with Song Ya Jing.

She gained three months for not disclosing her marriage, but she did have a man in her body for not disclosing it.

Perhaps Song Ya Jing would have seen this a long time ago. She did not leave her to go near Lu Shaoming, but Song Ya Jing knew this would be the biggest obstacle between her and Lu Shaoming.

And maybe Song Ya Jing will make a big article out of it.

What's she gonna do, go to the hospital for restorative surgery?

Lu Shaoming looked at the panic in the girl's eyes. He had already got the answer. His eyes became colder and his chest began to flutter. His self-restraint, which he had always been proud of, had collapsed. He was burned with jealousy as soon as he thought of her having enjoyed herself with another man.

He suddenly pulled away and smiled, “Miss Ning, where do you feel confident? What makes you think I would like a woman who has already been slept with by another man? ”

This is probably the harshest and most embarrassing word a man has ever said to her. Ning Qingren contracted sharply and forgot to react.

At this time, the elevator “dinged” again, Lu Shaoming lifted his foot and stepped out.

But his hand was pulled by a weak, boneless little hand, and the girl's eyes were red and she whispered, “Lu Shaoming, if I said you were the man who slept with me, do you believe me? ”

Lu Shaoming was stiff. He turned his head slowly and hit the girl's tearful eyes in the autumn.

The meaning of his eyes was stronger. He broke off her little hand. He measured her body with disdain, “Miss Ning, what do you mean by that? What, I've uncovered you, you've lost your way, tell me how I slept with you, you...”

“How did you sleep with me and teach you?” The teardrop in Ning Qing's eyes slipped quietly and stubbornly. If she interrupted him, her lips turned against each other. “Master Lu, this is the hotel room. Would you like to revisit it it to see if you've slept with me? ”

Lu Shaoming retracted his gaze, "Impossible! ”

He lifted his leg.

……

After watching the man go, Ning Qing realized that he was overexcited. He really left. He really stopped talking about her. What should she do?

See, he had no memory, and she knew that he wouldn't believe it even if she took the risk of saying it, and she probably wouldn't believe it until she dumped her marriage certificate in front of him.

But can she?

Without her marriage certificate, she officially declared war with Song Ya Jing.

Ning Qing glanced at the man and walked out of the hotel door. She looked back and chased him out.

When he stood at the gate, he saw Lu Shaoming boarding the Bentley, hitting the steering wheel, and the car was driving on the street.

Ning Qing suddenly remembered that the day of the first five years of the year, she sent him to the airport. At that time, she looked at his Yingzi body and disappeared slightly in front of her. Later, she always wondered, if she had gone to England with him at that time, they would not be what they are, he would not forget her, and she would not have lost him.

Still watching him go?

No, no, no!

She never allowed him to disappear in front of her again.

“Lu Shaoming, don't go!” Ning Qing burst into the sea with a scream of heartbreaking lungs.

……

Lu Shaoming glanced through the rearview mirror and the girl was chasing his car.

At this time, there were many passers-by and vehicles on the road. She ran desperately, attracting a lot of attention. Everyone stood on the side of the road pointing a point at her and looking at her.

The spring evening wind was particularly cold, she ran too fast, and the cold wind burst into her thin sweater like a knife, messing with her 3,000 green silk hair.

She ran quickly and came after him with tears and tears. She was talking, and from her lips he probably guessed that she was calling him by his name, Lu Shaoming...

Call him over and over.

Chase him step by step.

But why would she come after him?

She was so unclean, she had a man and she didn't want him, she didn't!

She can't say why she likes him anymore. She doesn't need a reason. It's all a lie. She looks for a shadow on him. Does he look like the man who had her? So she came to annoy him!

Xu Junxi, Mu Yunfan... who are these men, she is so beautiful, so smart, there can be men like her, he will not believe Lin Xuemei said her fox clean words.

But she doesn't know what to do. Why is she shaking like that?

Even Julie was fond of her.

He doesn't like it at all. There are so many men who like her!

He also knew that those words in the elevator were a little embarrassing to her, but he couldn't control himself, and his good gentleman didn't know where he was going?

Has he slept with her?

Why didn't he know?

Ridiculous!

Lu Shaoming stepped on the throttle.

……

Ning Qing watched Bentley get farther and farther away from her until she disappeared into the traffic. Her heart was filled with despair for a while. She wondered if Lu Shaoming would ever see him again today.

“Lu Shaoming, Woo, Ming...” Ning Qing cried in anger, what should she do?

A motorcycle came around the corner and drove too fast, hitting her directly on the shoulder.

“Girl, watch out!” An enthusiastic old lady dragged her on the side of the road and the motorcycle stopped a millimeter from her.

“Girl, are you okay? Check to see if you got hit... hey!” The slippery arm of the old lady's hand, Ning Qing's whole person sat on the ground.