My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Does she have tears in her eyes?

Did you just choke on your stomach?

Xu Junxi smoked a tissue and handed it to Ning Qing. "Ning Qing, isn't the food here appetizing? Shall we switch hotels?” Xu Junxi unintentionally touched Ning Qing's little hand. He held her little hand in his palm. “Ning Qing, why is your hand so cold? ”

Lu Shaoming looked at Xu Junxi holding Ning Qing's hand. His eyes almost erupted. He restrained his eyebrows and tried to suppress the anger in his heart.

Meanwhile, his steadfast heart ached for a while, and the pale face of the girl scared him a little. Is he too much?

She didn't give him any face on the table, he was angry, but looking at her weak face, he wanted to hold her in his arms and hurt again.

Is she thin?

She has a lumpy and uneven body, beautifully curved with the characteristic of an Oriental woman. A small, barbaric waist of one foot and six makes a man a bit of a shower. Her figure is slim, but very promising. The thin spot is thin. The richness is quite similar, the beauty of the bed.

Lu Shaoming rolled down his throat and his head was filled with the look of her that night.

This feeling is no different for Lu Shaoming than the burning of a fiery fire.

Ning Qing quickly drew her little hand from Xu Junxi's palm. She shook her head. “I'm fine. Let's eat. ”

Xiao Zhou served her a bowl of wine to make a small round. She ate a small bowl and had a lemon juice rib on the table. She loved it and ate several pieces of rice.

President Li felt the subtle atmosphere at the dining table. Nobody spoke, and the atmosphere was so awkward there.

The girl eats very quietly. On weekdays, she is said to be a luscious girl. Today, she may be tired of paying for her meal. She only cares about eating with her eyes open. Her little white hand grabs the chopsticks with tenderness. She takes the rice particles seriously with her eyes open. The little girl looks good and sophisticated and makes her heart look souffle.

Xu Junxi and Zhou were taking care of her.

And the Buddha around him didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't see him stretching out his chopsticks, and he was also silent. Li, who was under pressure from the harsh and dull air, dared not speak.

President Li also found that the turntable had not been turned, and that lemon juice rib had been placed in front of Ning Qing.

……

After eating, Ning Qing left the box door first. After Lu Shaoming went out, she could not be seen.

He searched for two laps and eventually found the girl in the lobby, standing on the steps, surrounded by passionate fans, all looking for her signature.

The girl had a pen in her signature, far away, Lu Shaoming saw her mouth smile soft, she was so devoted to every fan.

Lu Shaoming stopped and stood still and looked at her.

The more signatures he gets, the more fans he's crowded, and he doesn't know where to find a little boy who can walk, and he's squeezed into the fan base.

“Wow... wow...” the little boy was cramped by the people around him, presumably where he was touched by the pain, scared wow crying.

Ning Qing glanced up and quickly went down the stairs. “Excuse me, there's a little boy there. Don't hit him, it's dangerous. ”

Ning Qing squeezed into the fan group.

Ning Qing went to the fans and blew up the pan. She just bent over and held the little boy in her arms. She didn't know who hit her. She was going to fall when she whispered.

“Ning Qing!” Lu Shaoming saw him pull out his legs and ran there.

But one figure rushed off faster than him, and Xu Junxi had kept Ning Qing firmly in his arms.

A bodyguard rushed over and quickly dispersed the crowd.

Lu Shaoming looked at Xu Junxi's hand and held Ning Qing's little barbaric waist. Ning Qing held the little boy and whispered softly to comfort him. Then a young couple ran over to pick up the little boy and thanked Ning Qing for his death.

It can be seen that Ning Qing loved the child. She glanced gently at the little boy. The little boy lay down on his father's shoulder, grinning at Ning Qing with a small mouth that had not yet had all his teeth. She smiled and waved. "Goodbye, sister. ”

“Goodbye.” When the little boy disappears, Ning Ching retreats his gaze.

Xu Junxi also loosened her barbaric waist.

At this time, Zhou ran over. Ning Qing said goodbye to Xu Junxi. “President Xu, I'm going back first. ”

“Shall I drive you? ”

“No, I have a car. President Xu, thank you for today. Goodbye.” Ning Qing faintly and politely left with a small turnaround.

……

Xu Junxi watched as Ning Qing disappeared. He turned around and found out that Lu Shaoming had not known when to stand behind him.

In Ning Qing's absence, the eyes of the two men suddenly became sword-shaped, Xu Junxi picked a sword eyebrow and asked, "What's wrong with Lu? ”

Lu Shaoming wiped his hands in his trousers pockets. His face was very pale. The only eyes he could see were the ink sprinkled with. Dangerously, it looked like an abyss.

The thin, cold lips twitched with an unnamed grin, "Do you still like her? ”

Xu Junxi didn't answer the question, “I like it. What does she have to do with Lu Shao? ”

Lu Shaoming's chest gasped. One hand in his trouser pocket quickly took it out. One fist directly greeted Xu Junxi's face.

“Can you imagine her now, too? She's my Lady Lu! ”

Xu Junxi did not expect such an elegant and noble man to say to do it, he should hold his breath for how long to do it so hard.

Xu Junxi couldn't help but get punched in the right face. There was blood in the corner of his mouth. He didn't wipe it. There was a curse in his mouth. He rushed forward and replied to Lu Shaoming with a fist. "Your woman? Is that what you do to your own woman? You're too kind to ask. ”

Lu Shaoming's left face took a solid punch, two honorable men in the hotel lobby, regardless of image twisted together, Xu Junxi pressed on Lu Shaoming, yelled, "Lu Shaoming, I once told myself that as long as Ning Qing is well, I will let go, I just have to look at her happiness far away and I will be content, but what do you do to her now? How long has she liked you? Two months, three months? How did she lose so much weight? She chased you back to Finland. It was not emotional. I've known her for 20 years. Even if she had been depressed in the entertainment industry, she was not as pale and gloomy as she is now. Lu Shaoming, what are you now entitled to her love? ”

As soon as Lu Shaoming turned around, he reached the wall with Xu Junxi's shirt. The two of them crashed into the vase of the hotel lobby window and set it up. A shock broke out, and the staff and spectators gathered in the lobby.

“Xu Jun-hee, do you know if I'm qualified? It's not your call. She likes me. She likes me. She's mine. Why did you touch her? ”

“Lu Shaoming, I will touch her. If you make her so sad again, I will rob her. If you don't love me, I will love you. ”

“How dare you? ”

The two men hit the floor from the wall, and the hotel guard rushed over and forced them to pull apart, killing Red Eye and continuing to fight.

At this time, "Jun-hee.” Xu Jun-hee's current girlfriend ran over.

As soon as she saw Xu Junxi's nose and face swollen, she hurried up and pulled a white pad out of her pocket. She wiped Xu Junxi's face with tears. "Junxi, what's wrong with you, does it hurt? ”

Lu Shaoming's uncontrolled sanity gradually came back. He glanced coldly at Xu Junxi, dumped the crowd and turned around and left.

……

A luxury business car stopped when it walked out of the hotel gate to Bentley, “said Less Mind.” Song Ya Jing and Zhou Zhuo Lei came out.

The two people saw Lu Shaoming getting beaten up, and they shocked him. "Brother Ming, what's wrong with you? ”

Lu Shaoming did not have any emotional glance at them, said nothing, opened the door to start the car, stepped on the throttle, Bentley flew away.

The car was driving too fast. The sharp noise of the wheel rubbing on the ground was particularly harsh. Song Ya Jing and Zhou Zhuo Lai had not yet reacted and were sprayed directly with dust.

Two people, "…”

“Auntie, what's wrong with Brother Ming? Did he... fight someone else?” Zhou Shulai is incredible.

Who is Lu Shaoming, born with gold keys since childhood, distinguished identity, scolded shopping mall, confessed, how can he go to fight?

His position, even if he gets angry again, won't do it. He has good patience to control his behavior, and he should understand that only infants can do it by waving their fists.

Song Yajing was also shocked. She pinched her fist and said, "Since Shao Ming fell in love with that Ning Qing as if he had been bewitched, I almost didn't know him. If you look at the way he is today, if you see that I don't call my mother, and learn to fight, there is no such thing as Lu's descendants. Last time you went to Finland, did you cook mature meals with Ming? ”

The tooth itch that Ray hates when she mentions this weekend, but she looks shy, "Auntie, this kind of thing I... I can't, this should be on my brother's initiative. ”

She would not be stupid enough to tell Song Yajing that she had offered to send Lu Shaoming to the door for nothing. She wanted Song Yajing to pave the way for her.

Song Yajing knew that Zhou Zhi Lai was shy, and Fangmen Shuyuan was not willing to do such a thing. “Stop Lai, let this matter go first, we can not make too big a move, otherwise Ming would definitely be suspicious, now the most important thing is how to deal with Ning Qing. I think Ning Qing is in the entertainment world now. It's time...”

……

Bentley was driving down the street, and Lu Shaoming looked at the side of the road to see if there was any sign of Ning Qing.

He saw Zhou and the nanny car just now. Ning Qing didn't get in the car and left alone.

After a long drive, a delicate figure appeared on the right side of the road. Ning Qing walked alone.

Lu Shaoming suddenly slowed down. He turned on the directional light and drove to the right. The girl walked slowly, looking at the view on the side of the road as she walked. He followed her six or seven meters apart and looked at her through the glass.

The corner of his mouth was still bloody. He wiped it off with the sleeves of his white shirt and looked at the glasses. His carefully designed hairstyle in the morning was in disarray and probably fell short of the "handsome” standard in her mind.