My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Think about what the girl said when she groaned, and if she hadn't misled them, they wouldn't have misunderstood the girl so much.

“Young Master Lu, we all support you and Miss Ning. When you return home, explain to Miss Ning that we are blinded. Miss Ning will forgive you. ”

Zhou Zhuo Lai's chest caught fire. Who are these people cursing?

Her angry roots itched, and for the first time she felt her dignity trampled on the soles of her feet.

She is the granddaughter of the King of the World Winery. Many people want to get close to her and marry her, but she loved Lu Shaoming with all her heart, for 26 years.

She tried to be a famous sook lady, lived to be 26 years old, clean, never touched by a man, but when she wanted to give her life to him, he said she was out “selling”.

Oh, why would Ning Ching do that?

She could hear their movements in the next room, not exaggerated women screaming, but a kind of girl's weakness to the extreme cry, I don't know how he was harsh, the girl's intermittent shouting pain...

The last time he was uncontrollably groaning, she knew for the first time that a man could also make such a humming voice, and she just listened and was blushing.

Why can he and Ning Qing only end the grass for half an hour, while she and him were in a villa for three or four days, and he didn't even look at her?

Now she was born to die with him, and in the end she was still not in his sight, and she was humiliated by these cheap workers.

How does she like it?

……

Ning Qing stepped out of the hotel gate, outside at around 8: 00 or 9: 00 p.m. The wind was cold. She closed her down jacket and tried to find a little temperature for herself.

Standing on the street, I called a taxi and sat in, "Master, take me to the airport. ”

Well, to the airport, she wants to go back to China, she wants to go home.

……

After 20 minutes, the taxi stopped outside the airport gate and she got off and walked into the airport lobby.

Luckily, there was a flight back to the country ten minutes later, where she bought tickets, a small hand covering her painful stomach, standing in the lobby and waiting.

At this point, "Hi, girl.” There's a handsome, sunny foreign boy up front.

Ning Qing didn't have much interest in chatting. She smiled benevolently at the young man and lowered her eyes.

The young man was enthusiastic, and he pointed to Ning Qing's pink down jacket, letting her look back.

Ning Qing thought it strange, she looked back, her pink down jacket had some red on the corner.

Ning Qing's face blushed, her head just messed up I don't know what to think. At this moment, I felt it carefully. She flushed out a little hot liquid underneath, like a cycle.

No wonder she had a stomachache, like a falling feeling from a small day.

Ning Qing could not say whether she was disappointed or not. She was not pregnant.

In New Year's Eve, she couldn't keep his kind.

Her beautiful Lu Shaoming finally disappeared.

Because the black pants couldn't see the blood, but she just sat there and stained her pink down jacket. Ning Qing was very angry. She looked at the flight in anxiety. She was not familiar with the place in her life and couldn't tell the direction. She didn't know where to go to get tampons quickly.

The young man saw her mirror, and he turned away and appeared again two minutes later, carrying a bag of girls' tampons in his hand and handing it to her.

Ning Qing's eyes lit up, this time in Finland never thought that getting a packet of tampons would be her biggest pleasure.

When people are in despair, it's really easy to satisfy.

“Thankyou.” Ning Ching's eyebrows curved.

The young man shrugged his shoulders and his consciousness was --- with his hands up.

Ning Qing took a look at the toilet sign, she ran and waved to the young man, which was the only warmth she got when she came to Finland, thank you so much.

Turning around, Ning Qing was already in tears.

……

It was the next night when we flew back to China, Ningjia Villa.

Yue Wanqing fired the dishes in the kitchen. She wanted to go upstairs to call Ning Zhenguo in the study for dinner, but walked in the living room and found the villa door open, as if someone had come in.

“Is Ching Ching back?” Yue Wanqing closed the door in confusion, and she walked to Ning Qing's room.

After all, the door of the room didn't close. There was a small person curled up in the bed. Yue Wanqing smiled gently. “Qing Qing, what's the matter with you child? Why didn't you come back and even close the door? ”

The person in bed did not answer her. Yue Wanqing reached out and pulled the cover off the girl's face. “How old are you? Why are you still sleeping with a quilt over your head...”

Yue Wanqing's voice stopped.

Ning Qing curled herself to the bed. She was already petite. Now she can't even be seen without a close look at the powder group. It makes people look painful.

Yue Wanqing looked at her with her little hands tightly over her belly. A small face with a large slap was buried in a soft pillow. The hair on her cheek fell down and blocked her entire face.

Yue Wanqing frightened her. She reached out her daughter's cheeky hair behind her ears to reveal her half beautiful side eyes. Her face was covered with dense and numb sweats on her forehead.

“Ching Ching, Ching Ching, what's wrong with you?” Yue Wanqing's eyes shrunk sharply. She touched her daughter's little face and asked nervously.

Ning Qing was confused and heard Mama's voice. She reached out her little hand and held Mama's warm hand. She was weak. "Mama, my stomach hurts. ”

Yue Wanqing quickly grabbed Ning Qing's small hand, “Qing Qing, why is your hand so cold? Tell Mommy what's going on, why her stomach hurts, and Mommy's taking you to the hospital. ”

Ning Qing held Mom's hand to her cheek, like a pathetic little pet finally found a warm home. She pounded her pale lips, rubbing her mother's back a little, and her daughter's family sprinkled her delicate, “Mom, I'm on a cycle, so my stomach hurts, so I don't have to go to the hospital. ”

“Is it a cycle? It wasn't a stomachache before. Why does it hurt now? ”

Ning Qing closed her eyes gently. She dared not say, she could not tell her mother that she had been kicked or that she and Lu Shaoming were too intense...

She felt painful in the hotel room. She couldn't relax. He probably felt too excited. The first time it was a little grass and the second time it was a long start.

Yue Wan squeezed her eyebrows tightly, “Qing Qing, your mother will flush you a hot water bag and pour you some brown sugar water. ”

“Oh.” Ning Ching nodded nicely.

Yue Wanqing flushed a hot water bag next to Ning Qing's small belly and lifted her up to drink brown sugar water.

Leaning in Mom's arms, Ning Qing smelled the brown sugar water and felt her stomach tumble. She wanted to throw up.

“Mom, I don't want to drink.” Ning Qing looked at Mommy with pity.

“Don't stop drinking. Drink it while it's hot. Your stomach won't hurt that much.” Yue Wanqing coaxed her.

Ning Qing did not insist anymore, she held on to her mother's hand and drank it little by little.

Yue Wanqing looked at her daughter's tender and compact appearance. She gently patted her lips around the bowl with a little shallow powder. She could see that she didn't like to drink it. Every little bite was very good. The long lashes of those two rows of butterfly wings fell quietly, with such a heartbreaking and pathetic rhyme.

Yue Wanqing was surprised. She asked, "Qing Qing, didn't you go to Europe to find Ming? Why, something unpleasant happened? ”

Ning Qing shook his head and the soft voice was very nice. “No, Shao Ming and I are doing very well. He took me shopping and took me to a candlelit dinner. ”

After drinking a bowl of brown sugar water, Yue Wanqing gently placed Ning Qing on the bed. She sighed, “If that's the case, I don't know when Ming can restore memory. One year and two years we can try. What if it takes 10 or 20 years? ”

Yue Wanqing turned around and placed the bowl on the desk.

Ning Qing turned her eyes closed and slept facing the wall. She buried her little face in the pillow. Her tears were too urgent to contain it at all. She bit her lower lip with fresh and fine teeth to make herself cry.

Yue Wanqing returned again. She sat beside the bed to cover Ning Qing's quilt. "Qing Qing, is your stomach hurting better? ”

Ning Qing nodded forcefully, “Mom, I want to sleep. ”

“Okay, you get some sleep, Mom, go in the kitchen and make you some glutinous rice porridge, and when you wake up, eat some. ”

Ning Qing did not speak. She seemed very sleepy. Yue Wanqing did not disturb her. She turned the lights in the room down and walked out.

……

When Mommy left, Ning Qing dared to loosen her lower lip. Her mouth smelled of sweet blood and she bit herself bleeding.

The bloody smell in his mouth was so sad, his throat was dry and vomited twice, nothing was spit out, only one pair of eyes blurred by floody tears.

She was choked twice, afraid that her mother would come in any minute, and she pinched her pink fist and sent it to her lips, biting.

When will her Master Lu be back?

For the first time, she felt a little despair in her heart.

Her Lu Shaoming, whether he knew or not, at this moment his beloved little wife in the darkness of no one, the sadness flowed against the river.

Actually, she misses it so much.

Actually, she's scared too.

……

Yue Wanqing went back to Ning Qing's room. The girl really fell asleep. She had been on a plane for three or four days. She had never closed her eyes and was very tired.

“Sir.” Yue Wanqing gently patted Ning Qing's little shoulder, and the girl in her sleep turned around. Her face was dry, no tears, but her nose was red.

Yue Wanqing frowned in pain. Her own daughter herself knew that she had lost a lot of weight from Lu Shaoming.

Don't look at her superficial hip-hop, she doesn't have a heart, in fact, she doesn't want her family and friends to worry, she's under pressure to hide herself.

Yue Wanqing looked at Wu Qing in front of her daughter. She didn't wake her up in the end, so let her sleep.

When she remembered, she found a little blood on her daughter's fingers. She fixed her eyes and saw that her daughter was wearing a black sweater with large cuffs and a small pair of hands. Now the cuffs of the sweater show signs of dryness.

Yue Wanqing gently rolled her cuffs up, but couldn't roll. The wool on her cuffs stuck to the palm of her left hand. Her palm had a small piece of flesh blurry, like when she was hit, her palm rubbed on the cement floor.