My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Song Ya Jing is also a strong woman, and her face is red in such a measure as Lu Dinghua.

She retracted her gaze and looked at her brother.

Song Jin gave a sip of red wine, and said emotionally, “Sister, I know that our Song family education has stabilized you in Madam Lu's position, but at the same time you have lost a lot of joy as a woman. This is not good. You start to enjoy life slowly, let go, give this family to Ning Qing. She is a good heir, as can be seen from this banquet. ”

This time Song Ya Jing did not dispute it, she smiled slightly.

At this time, the floor clock in the lobby rang, bang, bang... a total of eight times, Song Ya Jing was born at 8: 00 this is a good time.

“Bang," all the lights in the lobby went out, the kitchen door opened, and the swinging candlelight instantly caught the whole field's attention.

Everyone went to see that Ning Qing walked out with a beautiful cake with two small hands. The cake had lit candles.

Song Ya Jing saw the girl slowly walking towards her, and the candlelight reflected the girl's smiling face.

She held onto it when a low-alcohol magnetic song sounded in the lobby, "Happybirthdaytoyou, Happybirthdaytoyou, Happybirthdaytomyma...”

Song Yajing glanced, her son Lu Shaoming stood in the center of 10,000 people, clapping her hands and singing a birthday song for her.

A man's singing sounds like a cello at night, low notes, standard English haircut, can drown in his singing voice.

Song Yingjie also began to clap and sing behind him, “Happybirthdaytoyou...”

At first it was a solo singer, then a lot of people sang along, and eventually it became a big chorus. When Song Ya Jing forgot to react, the warmth came from her waist. Lu Dinghua held her waist and stood beside her.

Ning Qing put the cake on the table. She was wearing an apron. The girl's voice was incredibly sweet and sticky. “Happy birthday, Mom. ”

Song Yajing doesn't know what to say. She seems to have had her birthday once in her life. It was at Song's house. She was at home with her sister Ya Shu. Her brother Song Jin was only 12 years old. He carried a cake in his hand. The three of his brothers and sisters surrounded themselves on a table and sang Happy Birthday...

Times are too long ago, even memories begin to blur.

Over the years, she has attended countless banquets, grand platoons, glamorous red wine dishes, and a masked false reward… she has gradually become numb.

At this moment, her heart was instantly soft as sandstone, like something poured in and moistened her orbit.

“Mom, today you are the birthday star, come and wish to blow the candle.” Ning Qing stood next to Song Ya Jing with a playful wink.

Make a wish?

Song Ya Jing looked uncertainly at Ning Qing.

“Yeah, make a wish.” Ning Qing lifted Song Ya Jing's hands and taught her to keep her palms together, "Ma, close your eyes. ”

Song Ya Jing closed her eyes very quickly, her movements were a little stiff, and obviously she was not used to doing this all her life.

I don't know what to think about the mess in my head, so... I hope everything is all right with the Lu Song family.

Song Yajing opened his eyes and Ning Qing smiled. “Okay, let's blow the candle. Dad, uncle, Ming, Yingjie, let's blow it with Mom. ”

“Okay.”

Lu Dinghua bent down with Song Ya Jing, and everyone blew out the candle.

The lights in the lobby were all popped on again, balloon bubbles poked over the head, and all colorful gift bags drifted off.

Lu Shaoming opened the champagne with a bang and poured it from the red wine table on the 18th floor. Lu Dinghua took a glass to Song Yajing, "Madam, wish you a happy birthday. Come on, let's cheers together. ”

“Happy birthday, Mrs. Lu, cheers!” The whole place is cheering.

Song Yajing's gaze shifted from Lu Dinghua's face to Song Jin, then to Lu Shaoming, Song Yingjie, and then hurried over from the face of everyone in the place, she showed a smile, a genuine smile.

She felt so warm.

And finally she looked at the girl next to her, and the girl handed her the knife, “Mom and Dad, why don't you cut the cake together? I made the cake myself. It was the first time I made it, and if it didn't taste good, Mom and Dad would have it covered. ”

Lu Dinghua held Song Yajing's hand and cut the cake from the middle. He laughed, "Ning Qing, you don't have to taste this cake, it must taste good. ”

“Yeah, Ning Gui, it must taste wonderful with all your filial piety and love. ”

Lu Dinghua cut the first knife. A servant came and cut the cake into small pieces. Lu Dinghua forked a piece with a small fork and delivered it to Song Ya Jing's mouth. "Ya Jing, taste it. ”

Song Ya Jing's face was red. Everyone was watching. The two of them were over 100 years old and fed in public.

She reached out to pick up the cake, Lu Dinghua's hand shrunk, not let.

Ning Qing smiled in the back. “Mom, it's your birthday. You're the biggest. If Dad feeds you a piece of cake, you won't dare. Then you can feed Dad back tomorrow. ”

“Yes, Mrs. Lu, you've been married to Lu for more than 30 years. I didn't expect you to love him so much.” Everyone agrees.

Song Ya Jing wants to look back at Ning Jing again. She's not big or small. How dare you make fun of her?

But the next second, her footsteps snapped. Ning Qing behind her pushed her. She couldn't help but hit Lu Dinghua directly into her arms. Lu Dinghua smoothly held her.

“Mom," Ning Qing directly covered his eyes with two small hands, "I didn't even feel comfortable watching Mom ask Dad to hold the cake. ”

Song Yajing, “…” wants to back off.

But Lu Dinghua's low smile sounded over his head, and the man held her back, laughing, “Quiet, taste it.” Pass the cake to her.

Now everybody's laughing.

With so many people present, Song Ya Jing's whole face became red. She couldn't help but lift her eyes. Her gaze was filled with Lu Dinghua's deeply handsome face. He smiled tenderly at her.

After all these years of marriage, she suddenly had an acceleration in her heart.

When she opened her mouth, she landed Dinghua's hand and took a bite.

“Mom, what do you think of the taste?” Ning Qing is looking forward to seeing Song Yajing. This is really her first time making cake.

Lu Dinghua let her go, Song Yajing took a step back, she tried it, her expression was stiff, but she laughed quickly, giving Ning Qing definitive encouragement, “Well, good. ”

“Really?” Ning Qing smiled instantly.

Everyone divided the cake and tasted it. Everyone's expression was the same as that of Song Ya Jing. After stiffness, they laughed "haha”. “The cake made by the conductor himself is really different. This taste can never be tasted outside. We all have Lady Lu's light today. ”

Ning Qing laughed even more.

At this time the music was playing again in the lobby, the birthday banquet was always playing music, but this music was different, starting with the trumpet music, then slowly joining the piano, drumming… the banquet hall instantly filled with French romantic hymns.

Everyone looked forward to the stage, and the curtain opened, and a French band played on the stage.

Someone was shouting, “My God, it was Stven. This band sang French classical music. Of course, last century, it captured a lot of young girls' hearts. The Stven band represents the memory of this generation. They are now 60 years old. It's been decades. It's only in people's memory. Who invited them here? It's something that money can't do. ”

Everyone looked at Ning Qing.

The main singer of Stven on the stage has started singing, the familiar sound sounded, the good memories of that era flooded, Sonya looked at the stage in shock.

“Dad,” Ning Qing glanced at Lu Dinghua. The girl's clear and bright autumn eyes were beautiful like shining stars. “What's Dad standing for at this time? ”

Lu Dinghua understood, he retracted his gaze, gentleman bent over and reached out to Song Ya Jing, “Madam, may I ask you to dance? ”

Song Yajing glanced at Ning Qing. Ning Qing's eyebrows curved and laughed. "Mom, leave your bags and enjoy your time. ”

Song Ya gently lifted his lip corner, nodded to Ning Qing, and handed his hand to Lu Dinghua.

Dance for two.

……

Lu Dinghua hugged Song Yajing's waist, the two people danced, Lu Dinghua watched the Stven band on the stands, softly asked, "Do you like Stven? You were 18 when Stven was on fire. I didn't think you'd ever chased a star. ”

“Yeah, I was 18 years old, and at the age of randomness, I was superficially doing a big girlfriend show that my parents asked for, but I skipped class, and I snuck over the wall with my sister Yash to see Stven's concert, didn't dare to buy tickets, afraid my parents would find out, so my sister and I were hiding outside listening, it was a cold winter, and our hands and feet were freezing, but we were so happy. ”

Sometimes the music is really more intoxicating than red wine. Song Yajing's memories have fallen back to that beautiful age, removing all the disguises on her face. She shows a rather lame smile as a teenager.

Lu Dinghua looked at her face seriously, smiling and not talking.

Song Ya Jing let go of his hand, “Dinghua, in fact, I have never liked this kind of social dance. You probably don't know, I didn't marry you before I learned to dance. At the time, I listened to Stven's song at home with my sister, and it was this kind of dance. ”

Song Yajing waved his hands and feet and jumped four small strides.

“Mom, good jump!” Not far away, Ning Qing clapped his hands and Lu Shao Ming held her shoulder and looked at his mother.

Song Ya Jing blushed, curly hair on her cheeks to her ears, Lu Dinghua saw how she looked, and held her in her arms again. Both behaved in the world, very standard, but the two did not dance standard steps anymore, but held each other casually.

“Anything else you want to tell me? ”

“There's another secret, when I was dating you, and actually, I didn't like you. ”

“Why?”

“Because at that time, I was secretly in love with a boy at school, singing Stven's song was particularly good, but my father and my brother said that Lu Dinghua was your choice. ”