My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Never turn around?

Zhou Zhuo Lai's mind was irritated by these words. In fact, she knew that here in Song Ya Jing she had lost, and the defeat was ruined.

“Oh," Zhou Zhuo Lai sneered, “Ning Qing, we'll see. ”

Zhou Zhuo Lai helped Kong Lan to leave.

Ning Qing stood upstairs and looked at the back of the mother and daughter. Her eyes were clear and bright. She finally strangled Zhou Zhuolai in the bud.

There was another person to “wait and see” with. There were just too many people to talk to her. How old is Zhou Shulai?

At this time, the phone was still ringing, Lu Shaoming's phone.

Ning Qing pulled out a sweet smile at the corner of his mouth and pressed the button to pick it up, “Hello, honey. ”

Counting the time, it was night, and the man was probably asleep, and the low voice had some hissing magnetism, "Things taken care of? ”

“Well, it's all taken care of, honey, and I've cleaned up all the smoke from your rear palace.” Ning Qing was extremely proud of his delicate voice.

Man's laughing, where's "The Back Palace," “Ma'am, thank you, you're awesome. ”

Ning Qing couldn't close his mouth and covered his phone with his little hand. “Honey, don't thank me. Go back to sleep. Didn't you just say to call me when you got there? You don't really have to answer. ”

The scene just now, she pinched the time, and asked Lu Shaoming to call her beforehand. This call was to put pressure on Song Ya Jing's psyche.

Young Master Lu is not here, but deterrence is still there.

“I don't feel comfortable with you, so I want to hear your voice. ”

Ning Qing's eyes were filled with laughter, her little face was red, her body was powerless, and the Autumn Eyes of the Spirit of Water swept around her. Nobody asked her quietly, "Honey, when are you coming back? ”

She shouldn't rush a man on a business trip, because it's not good enough and she's sticky.

But I'd like to ask.

The man at that end was in a good mood and said, “Ma'am, when do you want me to go back? ”

Oh, shit!

Why did he throw the problem at her again?

“Well, the husband doesn't have to rush, the job is important. ”

“Oh, how did the missus answer so officially?” Afraid to piss her off again, so I finally added, "I'll be back tomorrow. ”

Ning Qing's eyebrows swung away, “Okay, honey, I'll wait for you. ”

……

The two hung up the phone in a distorted manner, and Ning Qing lifted his feet to the door where Song Yingjie was being held.

“Knock," she knocked, “Yingjie. ”

The door was locked and couldn't be opened. Song Yingjie stood by the door and responded, “Hmm? ”

“Yingjie, thank you for today. Don't worry, Mom will release you tomorrow. ”

Song Yingjie silenced for a few seconds and said, "Ning Qing, have you lived like this before? Is life like a battlefield? ”

“Yeah," Ning Qing nodded, "too many bad people want to hurt me, I need to be strong and beat them one by one, you see, if I don't beat them, I won't even know how I ended up dead. Yingjie, you need to, like me, protect yourself and protect your happiness. Today is just the beginning. You're doing great. ”

“I get it. ”

“Well, Injie, I'm going back. I'm tired. I want to sleep.” She has an overrun and has been really busy lately.

“Okay.”

Song Yingjie leaned against the door and listened to the girl's footsteps. Years later, when he stood at the peak of his rights, he often remembered this scene. Today, the girl led him to the first battle of his life.

……

Ning Qing went back to Half Ming Xuan Villa, it is only this afternoon and she still needs to work, but she wants to take a half-day off, because this week is really too tiring, she is now all in the blue.

With the baby, she's less energetic than ever.

Back in the bedroom she took a bath, slipped into the duvet in her pajamas, looked at the two pillows on the bed, and slowly moved her little head onto the man's pillow, taking up his place.

The pillow still smelled clean and clean. Ning Qing took a sip and closed his eyes sweetly.

Her husband is finally coming back.

Ning Qing soon fell asleep, sleeping confused, heard someone calling her, “Ning Qing. ”

Ning Qing opened his sleeping eyes and saw a handsome face like a sculpture.

“Husband...”

Ning Qing blinked her long lashes like butterfly wings twice. She mumbled like her husband.

Lu Shaoming looked at her sleeping half unfamiliar, a pair of Autumn Eyes Spiritual, and with a confused childhood, her little face fluttered like a delicate apple. Anyone who saw it wanted to jump on it and bite it.

“Ma'am...” He snapped his lips and his voice was soft.

Ning Qing estimated that he was dreaming, Lu Shaoming's plane tomorrow, how can he be here now?

Just called. He's still abroad.

Well, I've been really tired lately.

She got a temper, turned around slowly, closed her eyes, went back to sleep, fell asleep, and she screamed her lips, “Honey, how come you come to my dream every day, I miss you so much... I'm sleepy, honey, I have to sleep...”

Lu Shaoming couldn't help but laugh. After only a week of not seeing his little wife, she couldn't tell the difference between what was in her dream and what was happening.

Sitting beside the bed, he reached out a big hand untouched her tender little face and squeezed it slightly, “Madam...”

The pain on her face made the girl in her sleep open her eyes suddenly, she turned around and looked at the man standing over her, one second, two seconds, three seconds...

“Husband? Honey, are you back? ”

She immediately stretched out her slender arm and grabbed the man's neck, pink little mouth constantly rubbing against his handsome face.

Lu Shaoming laughed a little bit, his two palms snapped the girl's waist, and easily pulled her whole person out of the quilt.

He stood up, holding the girl's hips with his big hands, holding her legs against his sophisticated core, and then holding her around the air.

To tease her like a little girl.

Ma'am, are you awake? It's not a dream, it's me, I'm really back. ”

Ning Qing wore a dark purple V-neck nightdress. Her gaze touched the mirror. She saw a pink little group in the mirror held by a man in his arms. He took her around. Her beautiful skirt hem swung a circle of happy and indiscriminate curvature in the air.

Ning Qing hugged him deeply, his mouth tucked in his ear and blew out. “I'm not awake yet. This spin made me faint again. It's really like a dream, honey, I've been thinking about you so much...”

I told you not to win the wedding. He's traveling so long this time.

She thinks he's crazy.

Lu Shaoming held her on a tall windowsill, the window opened a seam, the summer cold breeze slowly came, the golden yellow gauze dancing with the wind through the whole T city, such as the mirage of the dream city, everything is so beautiful.

With one hand holding her waist in her arms, the other hand's thumb slowly came to her delicate red lips and swept back and forth.

When the sight of the two collided, they couldn't separate, and there was a "nourishing” current going up in the middle.

His bright black eyes were all tender, his tall body bent down, and the girl who even dreamed of hugging him finally got into his arms. He rubbed her delicate skin high as a mountain, sniffing the soft, sweet breath she had just woken up.

It's not enough.

“Ma'am, I miss you, too. Think, think, think. ”

Learn the tone of her voice, “think better” than her, because he definitely wants to score more than her, this score is for Xiao Lu less.

He was thinking of two people at the same time.

His low-alcohol magnetic voice penetrated her eardrum like an electric current. Ning Qing's body trembled and quickly softened like water into his arms.

You can't let him touch you, you lose your strength.

Two small, slim white hands held his shirt sleeves tight, and he smelled like a healthy, mature man she was obsessed with.

“Honey, what are you waiting for?” She bit the pink lip, two words, "kiss me... Mmm! ”

He kissed up.

His two fingers gently clasped her jaw and forced her to look up. Ning Qing closed his eyes and endured with great weakness.

Without touching her for many days, Lu Shaoming knew that she didn't like him too much. She couldn't control herself. After two kisses, her soft lips went in and pulled her hard.

Ning Qing knew he was hopeless. Unless he regained his memory, he would surely be rude to the end.

But her heart was so sweet, her eyebrows bent and she laughed, adapting to his force, her slender little white hand climbed his wide shoulder and greenly responded to him.

The man obviously couldn't stand her little initiative, kissed her, handsome frowning heart, and an uninhibited grunt in his throat.

Ning Qing's face blushed and his memory retracted. At the end of the last time, he was the same.

Men hum and mute, and their surnames are sensible.

Push him away, lift the pink fist and hammer him, just kiss him so hard, Lu Shaoming, shame on you?

Lu Shaoming clasped her little hand, wrapped it tightly in her palm, eyes buried in her pink neck rubbing, “Ma'am, your husband is really too depressed, some physiological reactions can't be controlled... can our little Lu be born soon? ”

Look what he said.

Ning Qing disobeyed, stretched his legs, he had just been taken out of the quilt, no shoes, a pair of fine white jade feet swinging on a tall window table, now kicked into his pants.

“Lu Shaoming, how do you speak, for your own little beast bath, you urge our little Lu Shao to be born soon, is that what a father said? He has not been pregnant for three years and has not seen Li Jingcheng, king of Tota. ”

“Ma'am, what do you know, huh? Didn't you see what Li Jing didn't like? Ever since I was a kid. ”

At the end of the day, Ning Qing's face blushed. He ruined a mythical story like this.

Ning Qing raised his pink fist and continued to smash him. Jiaodi complained of him. "Why are you so cesium? Don't tell me you're so caesium ”

“What, does the missus want anyone to know? I'm only on your own Cesium.” Master Lu hugged her and his palms went down along her delicate clavicle.

Ning Qing buried his little face in his arms with a red face. He looked at his handsome appearance and dropped his eyelids shyly. He dared not look at the second eye again, but his lips and tongue were blocked by him. If he wanted to struggle, he snapped her in the iron cast arm of his man with one arm.

Ning Qing whimpered twice, couldn't escape, so long apart, finally thought, closed his eyes, let him tangle with her.