My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

“So you married me?” Lu Dinghua asked softly.

“Well,” Sonya nodded, "married. ”

The two danced quietly for a while. Lu Dinghua reached out and touched Song Ya-jing's hair. “Ya-jing, the four small steps you just took were my second look. ”

Sonya Jing is immersed in Stven's music and suddenly hears that her body is stiff.

“For the first time, I watched you dance outside the dance class, and then I ran home and told my mom," Mom, that girl Song Ya Jing, she's my Mrs. Lu. ”

Song Ya Jing's incredible eyes lifted, “You...”

Lu Dinghua smiled, “I thought you weren't going to marry me at the time, so many of your girlfriends chose you Song family. Unfortunately, when I married you back, you stopped dancing. ”

Song Yajing, "...”

“I've had a few close women out there over the years, and I know you're not jealous and you haven't followed them, and if you do, you'll find that they look a lot like you somewhere. ”

Song Ya Jing listened and quickly reached out to hammer him.

Lu Dinghua held her in his arms, “Don't get me wrong, we Lu family men, as long as we marry the wife, there can only be one woman. Yajing, I've been married for 35 years, give me a little woman tenderness. ”

……

Looking at the distant mother-in-law, Ning Qing was really embarrassed to watch this time. Lu Shaoming embraced her shoulder. She buried her little face in the man's chest smoothly, whispering, "Honey, it turns out that parents are so affectionate. It's embarrassing to see. ”

Lu Shaoming turned around with her, “It's also the first time I've ever known that they were so good in their relationship, ma'am, it's all because of you. ”

Ning Qing quickly raised her head, because of the difference in head, she could only look up at his surname sensual male throat and firm jaw. She smiled with no modesty. "Right, honey, your wife is the best. People's hearts and minds are long. My mother and I don't have any conflicts of interest. We are a family again. As long as I give my sincerity and filial heart, my mother will accept me when she knows that I am well. ”

“I know Mom, sometimes environmental education determines a person's life, Mom has been Mrs. Lu for too many years, she forgot that she also has a name Song Ya Jing, she can still be herself, as long as I find Mom's soft spot, then peel her disguise a little bit, Mom is happy, my future life will be comfortable. ”

Lu Shaoming rubbed her hair, “How do you know Mom likes Stven? ”

“Yingjie told me. ”

Lu Shaoming paced and quickly retracted the palm placed on her shoulder. His pale lips clasped an unhappy straight line. He lifted his foot and was leaving.

“Hey, Ming!” Ning Qing quickly grabbed his arm and snuck his little white index finger onto the tip of his nose and scratched it. "Liar, my uncle told me. Honey, I finally know, you eat Yingjie's jealousy, you eat that little P-child's jealousy, you're ashamed! ”

Lu Shaoming was haunted by her. The girl was soft and glued to laugh at him. Her soft body rubbed against his arm like a petite. Her heart was half soft and her face was a little red.

He ignored her and moved on.

Ning Qing followed him like a little tail. The two of them came to the cake table. Ning Qing laughed proudly. "Honey, look how popular your wife's cake is. Everyone hasn't wasted a thing and ate it all. ”

Lu Shaoming frowned, “Why didn't I eat it? ”

Ma'am 's first cake wasn't made for him, he wasn't the first to taste it, and now he doesn't even eat it.

Ning Qing looked at him and smiled. "Honey, don't you like dessert? ”

Master Lu, “…” ignored her.

Ning Qing held up his big hand and brought him into the kitchen. There was a small piece of cake on the glass table in the kitchen. Ning Qing picked it up and handed it to the man. “When I cut the cake, I told the servant to save you a copy. How could the cake be less than my husband's? My husband tried it? ”

Lu Shaoming took the cake and gave her a “That's about it” look.

Lu Shaoming frowned when he forked a piece of cake into his mouth with a small fork.

Ning Qing looked at him nervously and asked softly, "Honey, isn't it good? ”

Lu Shaoming forked a piece to her lips, "Try it. ”

“Oh.” Ning Qing opened his mouth.

But he didn't eat it because Lu Shaoming retracted his hand and put it in his mouth.

Ning Qing laughed quickly and lifted the pink hammer on his shoulder. "Honey, give me a bite. I haven't tasted my craft yet. ”

Lu Shaoming didn't let her get what she wanted, and quickly solved a small piece of cake.

Ning Qing was so angry that he stamped his feet, his fine cheeks stirred up angrily. After “humming”, he shook his little head and didn't look at him.

Lu Shaoming smiled low, approached her and held her in his arms from behind. "Angry? My husband ate a little more because his wife was so crafty. ”

“Then you can't let me eat at all.” Ning Qing said he was angry.

“Ma'am, I left you something.” Lu Shaoming stretched out his left hand and his index finger had a little bread in the cake.

Ning Qing glanced at the soft little body protesting in the arms of a man like steel twisting, "What, I want to taste the cream. ”

“The cream is gone. Try some bread.” Lu Shaoming gave her a hard kiss on the face.

Ning Qing had no second choice, there was always a little better than no, she opened her mouth and went to eat the bread on the man's fingers.

The bread went into her mouth, soft and tasted good. Ning Qing was satisfied, but she quickly twisted her eyebrows, as the man's index finger did not withdraw from her mouth.

“Lu Shaoming!” Ning Qing's face blushed, his hands and feet used to break free from his arms, his eyes cautiously hid in the corner, "you... what are you doing? ”

Lu Shaoming rolled down his throat, “Ning Qing, you haven't forgotten your promise tonight, have you? ”

Ning Qing's eyes dodged, twisting her pinched look like a teenager, “I haven't forgotten...”

He doesn't have to keep reminding her that she gets nervous.

Lu Shaoming pulled his long leg closer to her, “Just don't forget, just let you get used to it. ”

Ning Qing couldn't help but drill a hole in the ground. The man approached with a clear and oppressive breath. Her two little hands held tight the corner of her skirt and she was extremely nervous.

Afraid he wouldn't bully her on different occasions.

At this time, "Ma'am," the maid walked in, didn't venture into the kitchen, but stood by the door, "Ma'am, there's something at the banquet. The old housekeeper asked the wife to come over and discuss it. ”

Ning Qing, as amnestied, slim white hands pushed the man's chest away and ran away.

Lu Shaoming was really worried about the look of her running two steps when she saw that she was fine. She was five months pregnant. Her body was not at all needy. She liked to run a little when she was fine. He was afraid she would fall and touch her.

Lu Shaoming stood by the kitchen door and looked at the maid and whispered, "Are you sure about the sugar in the kitchen today? ”

The maid glanced up at his young master, wearing a black shirt and pants, a luxurious watch with a low profile on his wrist, his sculptural beauty hidden in the darkness grew more and more precious and silent, the extraordinary charm of a mature man.

The maid looked at the red-eared face, and she quickly walked into the kitchen and took out the sugar box, and she tasted it, and her face changed, “Young master, I think someone made a mistake, the sugar turned to salt. ”

“Mm-hmm." Master Lu snorted and walked out.

The maid suddenly thought, "Oh, shit, this is the sugar my wife used for her cake. Is it all salty?"

……

The birthday banquet came to a successful conclusion, and the guests gradually dispersed, with a family of four delivering the Stven by the door.

Ning Qing stood next to Lu Shaoming. At this time, she was still very low on herself. Her husband and even her mother-in-law could speak fluent French. She could not understand.

Awkward.

Song Yajing and the lead singer of the Stven band were communicating, “You guys quit the concert about 20 years ago. I didn't expect to be reunited today at my birthday party. Thank you for the wonderful memories. I had a great time tonight. ”

The lead singer looked at Ning Qing and smiled. “If you want to thank this beautiful girl, we don't intend to come, but this girl herself came to the door several times, said to give her mother the best birthday gift, she prepared a special plane for us, and threatened us to tie us up even if tied up, sincerely, the gold stone opened, we were moved, we couldn't help but come. ”

Ning Qing also roughly knew that they were discussing her. She bent her hands together ten times. Sorry to blink in English. "I'm very sorry to bother you this time. Thank you for your wonderful performance. Thank you. ”

Lu Dinghua and Lu Shaoming spoke to them again, and Stven left in a private car.

There was a maid cleaning up the villa, four people standing by the door talking, Song Ya Jing's eyes retreated constantly harsh and became very soft, she looked at Ning Qing and said, “Thank you, Ning Qing. ”

The girl said, let her unpack, be a beautiful woman and enjoy her time... she's really happy tonight.

Back many years ago, I lost my armor and was relaxed.

Ning Qing smiled sweetly, "Mom, you're welcome. It's your birthday, as long as Mom is happy. ”

Song Ya Jing was moved by her heart, and she was not a person who could correct her feelings, so she asked her questions, “Ming, Ning Qing, where are you sleeping tonight, do you want to... sleep at home? ”

Speaking of where to sleep, Ning Qing was somewhat of a thief.

And, unintentionally, she saw Lu Dinghua's hand on Song Ya Jing's shoulder slide directly to her waist.

Ning Ching-dong was uncomfortable. Did she inadvertently bump into her grandfather's cue to her grandmother?

Raise the eyes of the Spirit and look at the man around you until he opens his mouth.

It's time for him to talk.

“Dad, Mom, it's getting late today. Everybody's tired. We're going back to Half Tealeaf Villa, and you're going to bed early. ”

Lu Dinghua immediately said, “OK, then drive carefully. ”

Lu Shaoming took her to the Bentley car with Ning Qing's little hand. The car started. Ning Qing glanced through the rear view mirror. Song Yajing was supposed to stand by the door to give them a lift. Lu Dinghua directly snapped her belt and she went upstairs.

Song Yajing was a little unwieldy and pushed up the stairs, and Lu Dinghua's lips fell on her face.

Ning Qing quickly retracted her gaze. Her breathing accelerated. Her mind was thinking, "Can't look, can't look, long shot eyes!"

Unexpectedly, her autumn eyes crashed into the bright black eyes the man had scouted.