My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

He deliberately softened his voice with a few spoils, and... jealousy.

The girl ignored him.

Not only that, she stood a little closer to Glass Taiwan, far away from him.

Lu Shaoming looked at the top of the table, and the delicate dish had already cut potato silk, fungi... green vegetables in the basket, fans...

The bone soup stewed in the casserole, the soup was rich and fresh, and her pale little hand was stirring with chopsticks, making people look appetized.

Her father said she barely made it through... modesty.

He watched her cook well… enough for him.

“Ning Qing,” he took out his big hand in his trouser pocket and slowly placed it on her soft, barbaric waist, "... I'm hungry. ”

I'm hungry...

Ning Qing made a sneak laugh in her heart. What, would she say something like that from his mouth? She thought he was a fairy.

Ning Qing rubbed his pink lips and still ignored him.

Lu Shaoming's breathing was a little rushed. Both hands were fastened to her soft waist, slowly and forcefully held her into her arms. Her pale lips rubbed against her white earlobes. The voice was soft again several degrees. "Baby, can I eat at your house? I want to eat your cooking. ”

“Do what, let go.” Ning Qing struggled in his arms, "why are you eating at my house, we are not a family, my cooking is to be left to my future husband to taste. ”

Lu Shaoming slowly put a big hand in his trousers pocket, holding a hard heart-shaped box in his palm.

I don't know what to tell her.

No experience.

We were supposed to have a candlelit dinner tonight.

But in this situation, this place and this little powdered man in his arms who can't control it are all out of his control...

This is not the best time.

Take out your big hand again and gently touch her half-sided little face, "Baby, what's wrong with you? Why don't you give me a reason? ”

Why would he want that?

Was she reminding him that he didn't want to marry her?

“Lu Shaoming, let go, my parents will see, if you do this again, I will be angry. ”

Her little shoulder was snapped by the two big palms of the man. She came straight over by the plate. Her back waist against the cold glass table was not too comfortable. She threw a pink punch at him. “Lu Shaoming, what are you doing? Where did you make a girlfriend like this? You came to do something to me...”

She rubbed herself in his arms, he was already dry, he was able to suppress nothing at first, now excited by her little cat-like appearance, his palms slipped off her waist, holding her butt and pressing it against herself.

This pose made Ning Qing's face blush. She didn't even know when he would react. She kicked him with her hands and feet. "Lu Shaoming, come on, this is my house. Mom and Dad will really see..."

He reached directly over her little mouth.

“Shh, shh, shh, shh. You really want to make a scene with your parents, don't you? Knowing this is your home, I don't want to do anything, don't make me do it. Come on, tell me, are you mad? Tell me who pissed you off, and I'll help you kick his ass. Am I wrong? I've been thinking about you all day... why don't you let me have a meal with your mother? ”

The kitchen was semi-open and he was afraid that her parents would see it, so he took her half-floor and half-hugged her to the vertical refrigerator and set her against the fridge.

There was a huge difference in strength between men and women. Ningqing's pink and white face shined a lovely red as he struggled. His palms were patted with two small hands, and his beautiful autumn eyes stared at him vigorously.

Lu Shaoming couldn't stand her gaze, one big hand easily tied her two small hands behind her back, then pinched her cheeks, “You can kiss me if you don't talk to me or eat. ”

He leaned over and kissed.

Ning Qing was really angry, he was so rude again, and the last time he was in the crew room, he was holding her hand in reverse.

She shook her little head like a wave drum and refused to let him kiss her. The man couldn't help but hurt her. He kissed her face and kissed her beautiful pink neck down...

Ning Qing's legs were soft and she had a thin strap of apron hanging around her neck, which was now kissed all over by men.

“Lu Shaoming, you've become too...”

“Okay, so long as the baby likes it, I'll just be too much. ” …

The sound of the glass landing was heard in the living room when it snapped.

The two men's movements stopped, his side eyes looked as if Ning Zhenguo had been petrified and stuck in the living room. He had come to pour water.

Lu Shaoming instantly let go of Ning Qing, “Uncle, listen to me explain...”

Ning Zhengguo turned around and ran to his room. He is now full of men's words, “I am too much”...

He accepts incompetence.

Is this still the Rainy Lu that he knows?

He didn't hear anything. Don't kill him.

Lu Shaoming's face turned black into the bottom of the pot. He has never been so embarrassed in his life.

He has never done anything to bully someone else's daughter.

Ning Qing jumped a few steps and tidied up her clothes. She looked at the face of the man for a while. She deserved it. Who told him not to marry her and wanted to take advantage of her for nothing?

“Lu Shaoming, get out of here.” Ning Qing pushed the man out the door all the way. "Boom” closed the door.

Lu Shaoming, "…”

……

Lu Shaoming went back to his apartment. He was thinking that the girl better not fall into his hands, otherwise she would look good.

Promise not to bully her.

Angry to open the apartment door, his apartment had been cold, before he met her, he enjoyed this feeling of loneliness, now that he had her, he had a urge to take her home.

I also saw her cooking under an apron today, so warm, suddenly I wanted to have a small home with her.

But the girl wouldn't even let him taste her craft.

Huh, petty.

The darkness of his mind turned bright, and the lights lit up in the living room of his apartment. He walked in and Song Ya Jing came with Zhou Zhuo Lai.

“Ming, are you back? ”

“Brother Ming, you came back just in time. You haven't had dinner yet, I brought you dinner with my aunt.” Zhou Zhuo Lai put the dishes in the fine dining box on the table, "Brother Ming, this is what your aunt asked the cook at home to make for you, it's all your favorite food. ”

Lu Shaoming held the car keys in his hand. He didn't even look at the dining table and Zhou Shulai. His gentle black eyes looked directly at Song Yajing. "Mom, what brings you to me? ”

“Nothing, just wanted to see you, Ming, you and Stop Ray...”

“I've seen it now,” said Lu Shaoming, making a “please” gesture. "If you've seen it, go. I have work to do. ”

“Mind you! ”

“Mom, please close the door before you go. Thank you.” Lu Shaoming went directly into his bedroom.

Sonya chewed her teeth straight and Zhou Shulai was awkwardly stifled.

……

Lu Shaoming went to the bathroom to take a shower, tied a bath towel out between his waist, knelt on one leg, picked up his phone in the palm of his hand, no text message.

Young Master Lu frowned, the girl...

He dialed out a phone.

“Hey Secretary Zhu, find out what Ning Qing did today, who he met, and the motorcycle driver who hit Ning Qing's mother. ” …

Hanging up the phone and throwing the phone back on the bed, he stood by the wardrobe and picked up a hidden blue sweater, black casual pants, retreated his formal clean and sharp, and he was a little more elegant.

Standing on the counter of the room, poured a French collection of Raffies, wiped their pants in their pockets, and stood in front of the windowsill with a tall cup in one hand, and the bright glass window was a bright light of the whole city.

His right hand swayed the cup and he looked at the tilted red wine at a lazy 45-degree angle. Sometimes women were like red wine and needed a man with an identity to taste it.

That fine little face in my head, that girl is.

She had a constant life force, so stubborn and so fresh, attracted his attention and made him enthralled.

Never thought he'd meet a girl in his life that he couldn't control.

A sip of red wine, he put the goblet on the counter, picked up his phone again, lit up the "baby" WeChat, he sent a WeChat, [I'm hungry, really]

So Ning Qing, accompanied by his mother, received his “hungry” text message. Beautiful diamond lips slowly snapped up...

Lu Shaoming in the apartment couldn't wait for the girl to reply. He spent several laps in the room. Is she really serious with him?

Well, he's really not eating tonight.

Bad boy!

“Ding” and the apartment bell rang.

His eyes lit up and he quickly opened the door.

However, there were no surprises, not girls outside the door.

Lu Shaoming looked at the takeaway courier standing outside the door. The man had a seaweed chicken cooker, a bowl of rice, and two refreshing seasonal vegetables.

“Sir, your takeout is here. ”

Lu Shaoming shook his head, “I didn't have a takeout. ”

“Really? Am I wrong?” The courier muttered to himself in confusion, and he turned around, "I guess I was mistaken, it was just a girl. ”

Lu Xiaoming, who was about to close the door, heard this and quickly called the man, "Who did you say ordered this? ”

“Oh, it's a girl, listening to her voice is so beautiful. ”

Lu Shaoming raised his lip corner and a laugh appeared in his eyes. “That's right. Give it to me. My girlfriend ordered it for me. ”

Shut the door, Lu Shaoming sat on the dining chair, he clicked on WeChat and sent a message. [Okay, although I was angry earlier, now I've decided to forgive you]

Ning Qing, sleeping in bed, received his WeChat and his eyebrows curled and laughed.

A minute later, the man's WeChat came back.

Ning Qing did not return. She pressed her phone under the pillow and closed her eyes to sleep.

……

The next day, the Guangdong president's office.

Zhu Rui handed the information to Lu Shaoming, “President, I checked the motorcycle driver as you ordered. There was nothing wrong with that. It was just an ordinary accident, and there was nothing unusual about Miss Ning. Yesterday she worked as usual. Her mother had an accident and she went to the hospital and went home. ”