My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Ning Qing's eyes were bright and cold. Her voice was loud and the words were strong. “It's true that everyone knows that he died because he was born, but you can't say it! Because your mother gave birth to you and you were safe mothers and sons, and your mother died, and his mother gave him not only the great selfless mother love, but also his own life. How sad would it be if his mother knew in heaven that her son, whom you traded for his life, was called Xiaoxing's mother every day? ”

“Who allows you to bully a child who has not enjoyed half of his mother's love since childhood, who allows you to treat the pain of others as your own entertainment, what right do you have to say this about him, and see what you are before you ask? ”

Ning Qing was silent.

Everyone could only look at the girl so stunned and shocked, how sharp she spoke and how powerful she could not speak word for word.

Ning Qing turned around and she looked at Song Yingjie. The boy also looked at her. His eyes became redder and there was a thin fog inside.

Some tears are falling but not falling.

Ning Qing put on the sunglasses slowly. She walked to the door and walked along the sidewalk. "Go, tell them, because you are the Prince of the Song Zhu family, you can only go first and say goodbye. ”

Everyone, "…”

Ning Qing disappeared by the door.

……

When Song Yingjie came out, Ning Qing was standing by the car waiting for him. At this moment, he saw her emotional complexity. He drowned his eyes and mumbled forward.

The two of them sat in the back seat, the old butler sat in the passenger seat and the driver drove.

“Ma'am, where are we going? ”

Ning Qing looked at the already dark sky outside and said softly, “Send me back to Ning's house. My mother is waiting for me to come home for dinner. ”

……

The car parked outside Ning's villa, Ning Qing looked at Song Yingjie, “Son of a bitch, get out of the car, you need to deal with this. ”

Song Yingjie silenced for a few seconds and got out.

The two walked into the villa together.

“Ching Ching, are you back?” Yue Wanqing heard the door open and quickly approached him.

“Well, Mom, I'm back. Today I brought back a guest, Song Yingjie, my mother-in-law's own nephew, Ming's younger brother, and a bowl of chopsticks. He had dinner at my house. ”

“Okay, Zhenguo, add chopsticks.” Yue Wanqing shouted inside, then pulled Song Yingjie's arm, "Yingjie, right, looking so small, should be a student, come in. Oops, what's wrong with your face, you got into a fight with someone else, sit down, Auntie get you a medicine box to handle. ”

Song Yingjie was placed on the sofa. He looked around and did not count as a high-end villa decoration, but the color of beige and blue was very warm. Even the coffee table had a layer of hollow floral light veil, elegant and at home.

Ning Qing's father was presumably in the restaurant, taking the chopsticks, he glanced softly at him, bowling his head.

Song Yingjie couldn't help but look twice. This was the first time he saw a man touch a bowl of chopsticks.

At this time Yue Wanqing came over, she opened the medicine box and sat beside him, first cleaning his face with a cotton ball.

“Does it hurt? If it hurts, tell your aunt, you say what a beautiful face this is. If you get a scar, it won't be beautiful, so don't fight anymore. ”

Song Yingjie's embarrassed lips laughed. He never let anyone near him. This aunt's movements were very soft and her body smelled like soap.

It's warm and warm and smells like home.

“Mom, don't worry about this son of a bitch, he'll know the trouble...” Ning Qing put an orange in his hand and walked over as he ate.

Yue Wanqing glanced at her, “What a bastard. Speak well. Don't they have a name? No manners. ”

Song Yingjie looked up at the girl and immediately sat beside her mother, rubbing her shoulder with her little head. She looked at him with her eyebrows bent and called him, “Yingjie. ”

Song Yingjie glanced down quickly.

Yue Wanqing handled Song Yingjie's wound and said, "Qing Qing, when is your mother-in-law coming back? This basic number of etiquette cannot be lost. Besides, you've been married for so long. The Lu family is the gateway, and you don't know if you're satisfied?

Ning Qing ate oranges and smiled. “Mom, I thought Ming was on a business trip. My grandmother is also busy. You know, the front door will arrange for you to meet. And my mother-in-law was happy with me, especially my mother-in-law, like my own daughter. ”

Song Yingjie looked up and looked at Ning Qing. The girl leaned back against her mother, and her little white hand was stuffed with orange chips in her little mouth. The food tasted delicious.

No unusual emotions.

“Really?” Yue Wanqing smiled happily, “Then you can't be proud either. Your mother-in-law is your second mother. In the future, you should be very filial to others. Think about what you encounter first. How much you care about him. You are all a family. ”

“Mom, I know. ”

Yue Wanqing was relieved. She handled Song Yingjie's wounds and packed up the medicine box. “Yingjie, let's go and eat. ”

Yue Wanqing walked forward. Ning Qing slowly rose. Song Yingjie lowered his voice as he walked beside her and said, "Liar. ”

Ning Qing swept his eyes and said, "Son of a bitch, whatever you know, whatever you do outside, go home and make your family happy is your responsibility. ”

……

Lu family's limousine has been parked outside Ningjia's villa. The old butler stepped out of the car and stood on the lawn. Through a large window, he could rarely have four people at the dining table. Song Yingjie sat next to Ningqing. Yue Wanqing was picking up dishes for Song Yingjie.

At the Lu family, you can't clip dishes on the table even if you're passionate.

Song Yingjie didn't talk, he was only bored to eat, but this was the most delicious time the old housekeeper watched him eat.

At this time, the old butler's phone rang and it was Song Ya-jing's phone.

“Hello, ma'am...”

“Hey, Uncle Fook, where's Injie? How come I haven't seen anyone at home? ”

“Go back to Lady, Young Master Yingjie is having dinner with Mrs. Ning. ”

“What, the Nings? Ning Jia's eating habits? Pick him up quickly. ”

The old butler silenced for a few seconds and said, “Madam, let Young Master Yingjie eat here for a while. Young Master Yingjie is used to eating. ”

Song Ya Jing shocked, “Uncle Fu, you...”

……

Having eaten and left the Ning family, Ning Qing returned to the villa of Han Ming Xuan, Song Yingjie returned to the Lu family and the two sat in the same car.

The car started, Song Yingjie looked through the rearview mirror at the old man still standing by the door, and was stunned.

The car turned and the old man disappeared. Ning Qing saw that he had not retracted his gaze. "Do you like my house? ”

Song Yingjie moved and looked out the window, “Well," he nodded softly, "It was warm, before... when my grandmother was at school, I went to school, she kept standing by the door and waving at me... I had never seen Grandma's back. ”

The cabin was very quiet, Ning Qing had a quiet smile on his face, and he shouted softly. “But our family has not always been so warm. My father had a clear man outside, and a bastard daughter was born. Four years ago, my father helped Xiao San Zheng and threw our mothers and daughters out. The hardest part of my life in those years was when my mom had to operate, and I had no money, borrowed money from my dad, and he gave it to a middle-aged man. ”

Song Yingjie turned his head and looked shocked at Ning Qing.

Ning Qing looked him in the eye and shrugged. "I was beaten very badly by the middle-aged man at the time. When I finally escaped, I encountered a small inscription outside the hotel. ”

Saying Ning Qing envied, “Look, you are still hello. You were born the eldest son of the Zhu family. You also bear the Song family's last name. You have the capital to continue to rebel like this, because your uncle and aunt will always protect you. ”

Song Yingjie didn't have a face. He turned around and looked out the window again.

“But," said Ning Qing, “one day your uncle and aunt will grow old, what will you do? ”

This sentence struck Song Yingjie deeply in the heart, his eyes wet, and the tears had been pouring down.

The teenager's shoulder was shaking, so weak and helpless, “Why... why are so few people who love me, and one who will eventually leave... why are they all lying to me and using me...”

Ning Qing patted himself on the shoulder with a slender white hand. "Come on, lean over. My shoulder will let you lean for a while. I will never laugh at you this time. ”

Song Yingjie sat still and cried.

Ning Qing directly extended his hand and pressed his head against his shoulder.

“Yingjie, do you think you're the one who was abandoned by God? Oh, but there are so many people on this planet, who are you? Why would God care? Few people love you, not at all. Your uncle and aunt gave it all to you, and your departed grandmother and mother loved you so much that they looked at the brightest star in the sky, and they looked at you in the sky. ”

Song Yingjie lay on Ning Qing's shoulder and looked out the window. Tonight's night star is beautiful, with countless bright stars hanging from the sky.

“Is Grandma and Mom really here?” He's confused.

“If you have them in your heart, they are everywhere. But if I were you, what would I do to face them? Your mother lost her life to bring you into the world. Your grandmother was so eager to make a dragon, and wanted you to support a Zhu family in the future, but you messed up your life, and you failed all their expectations. ”

Song Yingjie covered his pretty face with his hands, and the car was filled with his sobbing cries.

The old butler glanced backwards through the rearview mirror and the girl's soft face was hidden in this bright, dark neon car.

She has such a lovely voice, like the sky of the night.

“You ask me why so many people cheat on you and use you, and the answer is simple, because you cheat on them. You are 20 years old, Zhu family has a half-brother who will affect your position, but you don't know anything about the struggle between the interests of Homen. You sneaked into my room last night without considering the consequences. You didn't expect this to bring a devastating blow to your dearest uncle and aunt. You're 20 years old, you can't fight through the house, but you don't love to learn. You're okay. Bundy, you're surrounded by a bunch of friends, who rarely have you. ”