My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

The sight of the two collided, Ning Qing's little head “bombed” and exploded.

She waved quickly, "I didn't see anything. ”

Lu Shaoming turned his head and looked straight ahead, pressing the big palm on the steering wheel to take the turn of the cloud running water. Bentley drove into the street. He pulled up his lips and smiled gently, “Ma'am, what's wrong with your heart? I said what you saw. ”

Ning Qing, “…”

She was a little uncomfortable and embarrassed to see something like that in front of her husband.

And I went back to Half Tealeaf Villa...

Whoo.

Turning her head toward the window, her little face fluttered like an apple, her eyes flickered and her eyes twinkled like a star.

It took a few seconds to find that the man was also looking at her, and the window of the car showed the man's narrow, deep black eyes, and he looked at her with a spoiled smile.

The little head was touched, "Don't be embarrassed. Think about yourself. ”

Ning Qing, “…” What happened tonight? Did both men of the Lu family choose tonight?

……

There is a luxury car parked outside Lujia Villa, and Zhou Shulai sits in the driver's seat.

She stared dead at the already distant Bentley and watched Lujia Villa's bright and prosperous scene.

The birthday party was over, and she sat in the car for three hours, listening to Stven's songs, and the laughter.

And she couldn't even get in the door.

She wasn't invited to the birthday party!

Zhou Zhuo Lai's chest was asthmatic, why, originally she was only one step away from Mrs. Lu's identity, because that damn Ning Qing halfway out, one step away became the corner of the sky.

She's unwilling.

Take out your phone and call, "Hey, brother, I like Ming, I really like him, brother, please help me, I am your own sister...”

……

Half Ming Xuan Villa.

Lu Shaoming walked into the living room with Ning Qing's little hand and Aunt Yang greeted her. “Sir, ma'am, you're back. I stewed soup, ma'am. Have a bowl first. ”

“Ok.” Tonight she ate snacks and didn't drink nutritious soup. Although she occasionally takes the liberty, Ning Qing still drinks soup every day in order for Xiao Lu to get stronger.

She walked into the restaurant, grabbed a small bowl and took a small sip.

“Ning Qing,” the man stood on the stairs looking at her, "drink less tonight. ”

Ning Qing made a move and listened to Aunt Yang laughing. “Sir, how can you persuade your wife to drink less? Usually, sir can't wait for his wife to drink two bowls. ”

Lu Shaoming wiped his pants in his pocket with one hand. He glanced at the shy little mother who couldn't even lift her eyes. "Because, I fear she will suffer later. ”

The man went upstairs.

Ning Qing, “…”

“Ma'am, sir, it's like there's something in the conversation. Drink the soup and go to sleep. What's wrong... Ma'am, why are you blushing like this? Can't you have a fever? ”

Ning Qing, “…”

……

Ning Qing rushed upstairs and went into the bedroom. Lu Shaoming was standing at the counter pouring red red wine into the high foot cup. He came to see her. He put his pants in his pocket with one hand and held the high foot cup with one hand. He turned around gracefully and steadily, slowly walking to sit on the couch.

“Ning Qing, come here.” Men's voices are low.

Ning Qing pulled the small steps apart and the red gauze dress landed at his feet.

He took out his big hand in his trousers pocket, patted himself in the long leg, asked her, "Would it hurt to sit in my arms? ”

Ning Qing's little face was very red, her hands strangled nervously in front of her. She glanced up at him and went back to the bedroom. He unbuttoned several buttons of his shirt, as she stood, so she could take a look at his exquisite and charming chest.

Black trousers don't have a hint of crease, thin underpants are his sturdy thigh muscles, man can't.

Ning Qing's head was stunned by this kind of caesium, so when she held her little hand by him, she lifted her skirt and climbed into his arms to sit down steadily.

Lu Shaoming held her tightly, Ying's back lazily leaned into the sofa, the girl relaxed the weight of her body, soft and comfortable nestled in the arms of the man.

“How much soup have you had?” He asked.

Ning Qing Shui Ling Ling's autumn eyes glanced hard at him, and he was still ashamed to ask?

He went upstairs, but Aunt Yang rubbed with her for half a day. She had such a thin face that she couldn't hide anything. She couldn't help herself. She drank two sips of soup in a hurry and came up.

“... a little. ”

“Well," Lu Shaoming kissed her forehead, "didn't you want to drink red wine, while your mother was away, let you have two sips, the alcohol level is not high. ”

Ning Qing's eyes were bright, “Mm-hmm!” He nodded smashing in his arms.

The man pitied her so bad that he fed her two small sips with his own hands.

The wine entrance, the delicate cheekside of Ningqing reveals two satisfied pear nests.

“Is it good? ”

“Delicious...” Ning Qing replied gluefully. When he was going to feed her again, she reached out her little hand and blocked it. Her little head was buried in his neck. She rubbed it nicely. “No, a little drink would suffice. Otherwise, Xiao Lu would not kick me. ”

“Oh." The man laughed. He drank the rest of the wine from the glass. Ning Qing's crisp eardrums were full of “grunts” from the man's throat.

Then the crystal hair card behind her head was removed by the man, and her hair dissipated, and the man's contoured palms passed into her hair, flanking her face and kissing her delicate lips.

All the senses of Ningqing suddenly filled the man with the smell of red wine.

It's fascinating.

Ning Qing glanced at his eyes. His eyelashes were like two brushes. After that, the man's eyeliner was deep and his eyebrows kissed her, shaking the man's mature wind.

Ning Qing opened his mouth, his little hands held on his shoulder, sat up straight, held his head and pressed him into the couch to kiss him greenly.

The two were separated for a long time. When Lu Shaoxiang opened his eyes, he saw the little woman biting her reddish lips. If he could not see the look of sneaking at him.

Vivid fragrance.

Lu Shaoming hugged her like the little girl he loved, "Baby, why are you so sweet? ”

Ning Qing hugged him and naturally didn't dare to continue this conversation with him. "Honey, why are you angry at me today at my birthday party? ”

Lu Shaoming carried her dress, “I don't like it. ”

“Why, it's beautiful. ”

“Just because it's so pretty, don't you see all the men staring at you? ”

Ning Qing smiled and took a gentle bite of his mouth with his handsome face. "Honey, how can you be so jealous? People look at things that are beautiful more often. Your wife is just so beautiful. What can you do? She doesn't mean anything by looking at them twice. ”

Lu Shaoming raised the eyebrow, “Really? ”

What did you say about the cake?

His mother was moved by her, he cared for her, and he didn't even tell her that the cake was salty.

But as she said, all the guests in the room will eat the cake. It's not a waste. If the taste is bad, you can have a bite. When did these prestigious dignitaries rare the cake, but probably she made the cake differently.

I heard that his wife was the first lady in T City or a new generation of goddesses, and he didn't pay attention to these things, and now he wants to taste very good.

Looks like everyone likes her.

Even if it is not love, there is an irresistible sense of preference.

Ning Qing was very happy to see him jealous. “Husband, okay, don't be jealous. I'll notice later. I'm not going to take the last name route. It's an elegant breeze to attend the banquet occasionally. Don't be so hard on me. Women love beauty. How can I live in the future if you care about me like this? ”

Lu Shaoming doesn't sound like a flavor. He doesn't want to worry about her like this. He has not yet fallen into charge of a woman.

“Was he jealous before? ”

The other him.

“Well..." Ning Qing pondered, “I rarely get jealous. I wear clothes and he won't be angry as long as I don't reveal it. And I was dressed beautifully, and he would look at me with a very appreciative eye. ”

“Really?” said Master Lu.

”Really.” Ning Qing thought about it again, "... It seemed like one time, Xu Junxi entered my room, we made a scene, and he came from T City. ”

Lu Shaoming raised his lip corner, “Is this also called jealousy?” The man never hung jealousy on his mouth, but buried it in his heart, a black belly.

Ning Qing hugged the man's waist and rubbed his handsome face with his small mouth. “Honey, I'll pay attention later, you be generous. You have to spoil me well. This is what you promised me when you proposed. ”

“Mm-hmm.” Master Lu nodded, glancing at her red lips and kissing tenderly.

After a few kisses, I let her go and kissed her hair, "Ma'am, when I didn't meet you before, I also thought about waiting a few more years to find a suitable woman to marry. Homen marriage is okay. Isn't that how people come all their lives? How many people can really meet love? ”

“I haven't felt any affection since I was born, and so have our Lu family. I've never laughed, so cold. But after you married me, it was different. My mother was happy at the banquet today. She was no longer a physically maintained young man, but a mentally young man. My father looked at my mother with that look... You know, there was nothing warmer for a child than to see the eyes of love between parents, because it was a... feeling of security. ”

“Ning Qing, thank you, my life is so different because of you. ”

Ning Qing smiled sweetly, “Honey, you don't have to thank me, you are the same to me, you are so good to my parents. ”

“It's not the same, you're a woman, you gave yourself to me, so I'm good to your parents. That's what I deserve. ”

Ning Qing pushed his little hands against his chest and gave him a punch with a red face, "as if you hadn't given me you. ”

Lu Shaoming's eyes darkened, quickly lifted the girl across the side and sent her to a soft queen bed.

“Lu Shaoming, turn off the lights! ”

“Ma'am, are you sure you want to shut it down? Turn off the lights and you can't see anything. Can't you kiss wrong? ”

Ning Qing, “…”