My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Song Yajing looked like a man. Her eyes shrunk sharply and she stood up suddenly. "Ning Qing, you broke your promise! ”

Ning Qing slowly rose up, a small hand to protect her abdomen, she said, “Mom, I didn't. It was you who broke the appointment. You just told Ming that I was his wife! ”

Song Ya Jing stepped back, she shook her head incredibly, just now... it seemed that she did say that, and Ning Qing replaced it with "he” the whole time.

Song Yajing laughed, she measured Ning Qing from head to toe, "Ning Qing, you've been acting tonight, you set me up to drill. ”

“Kind of,” General Ning admitted, "so Mom, our three-month appointment officially ended now, you lost, hoping Mom would gamble to lose, don't stop me from being with Shao Ming anymore. ”

Song Yajing, "…” For the first time in his life, he was right.

She's too light an enemy.

She had never gotten into her eyes, and even if they had a three-month appointment, she thought it would be easy to get rid of her, but she was wrong.

Ning Qing is really a terrible opponent.

From Hiroshima Blackjack, she kept giving her trips, but she not only succeeded in crossing them, she also won the favor of the less.

In the Liu Wenlong incident, she was strong enough to be decisive, her mother was hit, she knew how to guide men, she knew how to avoid sharpness, and she knew how to prepare.

Today…

She must have expected that she would use the time lag to provoke the insignificance, so she acted in the office, and she did it to provoke her to talk to her.

This conversation was in her calculations, and she was in control of the speed and content of the conversation. Finally, she begged her softly and lured her to say that...

This Ning Qing really impressed her.

Sonya hates itching.

At this time, the man slowly walked over. Ning Qing's slightly cold little hand was wrapped in the man's warm palm. He glanced slightly at Song Yajing and took Ning Qing's little hand and left.

Ning Qing looked at the man's perseverance in ignorance of joy and anger and followed him carefully.

“Ning Qing,” Song Ya calmed down and suddenly said, “Have you thought carefully about the question, who do you really love? ”

Ning Qing stagnated.

“Is it Lu Shaoming who has not lost his memory or Lu Shaoming who has lost his memory? ”

“This doesn't make any difference...”

“Oh, does it really make any difference, Ning Qing? Don't delude yourself, Lu Xiaoming without memory loss and Lu Xiaoming without memory loss are two different men! Lu Shaoming, who has not lost his memory, loves you. You adore his warm and gentle guardian over you. You have too many beautiful memories and heartbreaking memories for the first time. Because you love each other too much, you have not given up the present Lu Shaoming. You willingly accept that I am difficult to obstruct. Thousand Miles is going to take Lu Shaoming, who has lost his memory, to find his way home. ”

“But Ning Qing, can this house be recovered? Have you ever wondered what happens if Minotaur never recovers his memory? ”

“Don't tell me that you are satisfied with the current insignia, because even if the present insignia is with you, you can't help but cry when you mention the previous insignia. The child in your belly is also the result of your love with the insignia, and the present insignia, completely forgotten the love you once had. ”

Ning Qing's face was stiff for a few seconds. At this time, she felt her little hand hurt. Turns out the man pulled himself together and crushed her little hand.

“Hiss.” She screamed.

Lu Shaoming kept walking and dragged her out of the cafe and into the Bentley car.

……

The car drove down the street. Ning Qing looked at the man with his side eyes. The male half-side silhouette was smooth in 3D. The short, hard, cold hair pushed backwards. The black braided shirt collar perfectly supported the charm of his mature man. The neon lamp leaked in through the window, adding some charm.

Even after so long, Ning Qing was so easily fascinated by him.

“Mind you, I...” Today she broke the three-month appointment, the amount of information was quite large, he might have difficulty accepting, and there was some confusion, so she wanted to explain.

“So you're three months pregnant?” The man lifted his pale lips gently and spat out a sentence.

“Mmm.” Ning Ching nodded, “Three months. ”

“Thirty years pregnant?” An obscure curve is drawn from the corner of a man's mouth and his eyebrows are calm. “The counting date should be before I go to England for surgery... Oh, he's not afraid of an accident in the surgery, when he leaves you to raise the child alone...”

“Ming, what are you talking about?” Ning Qing interrupted him by twisting his eyebrows. “Don't say such a bad word. You are now alive...”

“Alive?” Lu Shaoming's eyes looked like the ink that was sprinkled with his black eyes. Deeply depressed, there was no light, "but I wasn't him, was I? Ning Qing, let me ask you the truth, do you want me to restore my memory? ”

“... think.” She answered honestly.

“Oh.” The man smiled unknowingly, retracting his gaze.

“Ming, what's wrong with you? Did you take Mom's words to heart? I think you recovered it because...”

“Mom?” Man's lips are a little sarcastic, "When did you call my mom your mother in our current relationship? ”

He's not used to calling it that. It's really weird to hear. It's really uncomfortable.

Ning Qing quickly turned her head and looked out the window. Her eyes suddenly wet. She thought he would be excited when he found out the truth. She would be excited, but nothing.

He's so shady and weird.

He wouldn't let her call her his mother, and she knew, and she always knew, that he wasn't going to marry her, and now she's his wife.

No surprises, all frightened.

There was silence in the trunk, and the man suddenly said, "Where are you going? ”

“Take me home.” She's a little angry, too.

“Home? To which house? Aren't you my wife, where you used to live with him, where we went. ”

……

The car parked in front of Half Tealeaf Villa, the two of them got off, and Lu Shaoming looked at the beautifully designed Euro-American villa in front of him, and it was... blank.

He can't search for any memories.

He was stunned. His palm was gently held by the girl. Ning Qing took him step by step and came to the carved door.

The door key was their fingerprint. Ning Qing grabbed his thumb and pressed it up. “Ding” and the door opened.

Ning Qing stepped in and “banged” on the wall to turn on the lights in the villa.

Everything in this villa remained the same or the way I remember it. Ning Qing's little white hand grasped the wall around her. She stood at the front door and her memory flooded like a tide.

How many sweet past here, every part of the house seemed to echo their laughter, he came back late every day, she stood on the steps barefoot, a hand pounded into the embrace of a man with dark cold but unusually warm...

He would pick her up crosswise, couldn't even change her shoes, held her at the counter at the front door, hugged her and kissed her.

He'll mumble with her over and over again, little missus...

Ma'am...

“Are you crying?” A low male voice interrupted her thoughts and when she came back to the cage she found herself wet on the face.

She really cried.

Little hands wiped tears, she turned around, the man behind her was so close to her that he wiped his hands in his pants pockets and looked at her with unpredictable depth.

Ning Qing caught fire and went to hammer him, "Lu Shaoming, what are you doing? Why are you acting so strange to me? Shouldn't I cry? Can't I ask you to restore your memory? Did I love another man? I've always loved you. I'm your wife! ”

Lu Shaoming clasped her little hand with his eyes and held her up with one arm. He stepped up the stairs and went to the second floor.

His footsteps slipped and he muttered, “Which room is the bedroom? ”

Ning Qing buried it in his arms, "that room. ”

Lu Shaoming kicked the door open, walked to the bed, Ning Qing was gently placed on the bed, immediately followed by the man over England standing up.

Ning Qing was nervous and anxious to hide, “Ming, baby. ”

Her delicate cheek was strangled immediately, and the man's low breath threw through her eardrum, with a slight sarcastic smile, "Ning Qing, do I hurt the baby? If it was him, would you have warned him that way? ”

“Lu Shaoming, don't take one bite at a time. He's you, you're him. What's the big deal in your head? ”

Lu Shaoming stood beside her and leaned over to kiss her lips. "Is that how he kissed you? Where were you the night of New Year's Eve, in this bed? ”

“No,” Ning Qing pushed him hard, the girl who had never lied was honest, "in my house, in my room. ”

“Oh." The man breathed and got thicker, and his big hand lifted her skirt, and the movement wasn't gentle.

“Ming,” Ning Qing was really scared, “Don't do this, I'm pregnant...”

“Aren't you my wife? How can this not satisfy your husband? It was fun hanging my appetite, huh? ”

Ning Qing couldn't get away from his strength and was afraid to move her temper. She nodded. “Okay, I'll satisfy you. Be gentle... the doctor said not for three months, we...”

The man left her body standing over her, stretching his tongue and licking his dry lips, and he smiled slowly, "The doctor said no. Then why are you satisfying me? Actually, I wasn't going to touch you. I just wanted to try you on my bottom line. Now try it out. You have no bottom line on me. Turns out you can unconditionally tolerate me, but why, Ning Qing? ”

“Now I can hold on very nasty, see, you don't like my contact, but you hold on, because you love him so much. ”

“Ning Qing, that three-month deal with my mother was tough, wasn't it? I know, it must be hard. ”

“A man who once loved you so much turned into a stranger, and my mom wouldn't let you in, and you managed to get in. Ye Ling stole your White Lai design, you were locked in the freezing room, the drama clothes were also shredded on that day... you walked in thin ice and you also attracted my attention, making me fall in love with you again. ”

“Pregnant, you chased me to Finland. I lost control of the hotel that night. You were kicked and returned home alone. I mocked you. You vomited desperately...”