My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Ning Qing listened quietly, did not answer, she retracted her small hand, put her small hand on her own belly, butterfly winged long eyelashes quietly drooped, and drank the water Yoon Shuihuan fed.

A glass of water was soon empty, she had a high fever of 41 degrees and was very short of water.

“Ning Qing, would you like another drink? ”

Ning Qing shook his head with a hiss in his soft, weak voice, "Don't drink… I'll sleep a little longer. ”

“Okay." Yoon Shuiyan laid Ning Qing down and covered her with a blanket.

Her little soft body curled in the quilt, sleeping with her back to her. Yoon Shuihuan looked at the pain for a while. She woke up without crying or making a scene. She didn't even speak. She hid all her grief and suffering in her heart and became very silent.

She's always been a cheerful and optimistic person, and now this is really sad.

“Ning Qing, I'll make you some porridge, you sleep a little longer, porridge is ready, I'll tell you to eat. ”

Ning Qing did not respond.

Yoon Shui-yan reached out and touched her little head and lifted her legs out of the room.

When the room was quiet, Ning Qing opened her eyes slowly. She reached over to the other pillow and slowly gathered her little head together. There was no smell of him on the pillow.

He has not slept in this bedroom of the Lu family.

Suddenly I remembered that he used to be busy at Half Ming Xuan Villa, the company, he would come back late, she lay alone in bed, nestled in a quilt, always his little face red sneaking his pillow into his arms, beautiful sleep.

He had a clean, clean smell on his pillow, she smelled and smelled like a puppy, like an opium poppy, she couldn't stop.

Smell it for her to sleep peacefully.

One time he happened to come back, a big hand was pulling a tie, and when he saw her smelling his pillow, he threw the car key in his hand, smiled and jumped her into his arms, “Ma'am, what are you doing? Put the pillow down and come towards me. ”

She was shy, her little hands covered her ears and she didn't listen, punishing him as if to roll over him.

He hugged her soft waist and the two of them hipped in bed.

Those past are so sweet.

Ning Qing's eyes stalled for a few seconds, then slowly sat up, lowered her eyes, pulled the needle out of her right hand, and she got out of bed.

Open a door seam and someone is talking in the living room.

“Madam, I just found out the address of the Young Master, who lived in the villa of Lake Xiangquan, Cold Iris, and Young Master Zhou all lived together.” The old butler whispered.

“Hey, my son doesn't know what to mess with. He can't live in a good house. He has to move out. Has Da Yuan come too? Fine. I'm relieved to have him with Shao Ming. Although I'm sure Shao Ming won't mess up outside, he must be uncomfortable knowing that Ching Ching is cold or something. ”

“Ma'am, it feels strange for the young master to come back this time. Did he not tell you what happened to him? ”

“Dinghua wanted to talk last night, but Lu Xiao kept crying. I put him to bed at night. He went to the office before dawn in the morning. The Lu family left a mess, and he was probably busy. ”

“Ma'am, what now?” The mistress was ill and the young master looked like this again.

Song Ya snorted quietly, “I'll go to Xiangquan Lake Villa myself later to see Ming. I'll see what he's up to. Don't talk in front of his wife, let her take care of herself first. ”

“Yes.” The butler should.

Ning Qing saw the two people chat a few words, the butler went out, Song Yajing went upstairs to see Xiao Lu, Yin Shuilin was busy in the kitchen, and there was no one left in the living room.

She returned to her bedroom, walked to the closet and took a set of clothes out of it.

……

Song Ya Jing came to Ning Qing's bedroom with Xiaolu, but there was no one in the bed.

“Sir, sir.” Song Ya Jing walked into the bathroom and clothes room to look around, nobody saw, the bottle by the bed and a large bottle of potion were not finished, the needle pulled out dripped water onto the carpet...

“Qing Qing...” Song Ya Jing jumped and quickly ran out. She asked the maid, “Have you seen the wife? ”

“Go back to madam, no. ”

At this time, Yin Shuilin went upstairs with a small porcelain bowl of porridge, and she said, "Auntie, what's wrong? ”

“Ching Ching is gone. ”

“What? Shit, Auntie, Ning Qing must be looking for Lu Shao. ”

……

Lake Xiangquan Villa.

Lu Shaoming, Zhou Dayuan and Cold Iris sat at the dinner table for breakfast.

Wearing a short T-shirt with a black crew neck and a pair of light blue skinny jeans underneath, the dress was thin in winter, but she didn't feel cold. The wide T-shirt collar revealed her two delicate and charming clavicles, and Uze's hair tied to the top with a slender ponytail.

She is a mixed Sino-Australian, 1 m 75, very tall, her most beautiful is a pair of eyes, like Chinese people with glasses, she is light gray eyes, mysterious gray as if carrying a woman's natural rice away from enchantment, full of exotic charm.

She had no expression on her face. She said, "Young Master Lu, did you find out who sent those indigenous people? ”

Lu Shaoming lifted up the milk cup and took a sip. He shook his head politely and negligently, “Not yet. ”

Drop the knife and fork of the steak in your hand and chill. She grew up in Hong Kong and generally speaks Cantonese. Now she is in the interior and speaks an unusual Mandarin, “Lu Xiao, will you do anything or not? If you can't, I will call my people and horses in Hong Kong. ”

Lu Shaoming glanced at Cold Iris, “Miss Cold, let me remind you that this is the interior, not your territory, you need to calm down. ”

Cold Iris greeted Lu Shao Ming's deep and sharp eyes, laughing, "Of course, Lu Shao is calm, because the person lying in the ward is not your brother. ”

“What, to hear Miss Cold's tone sounds like she's very dissatisfied with me? ”

“Of course I am dissatisfied, like Lu Shao, for a woman, a man who doesn't even want his own life, I seriously doubt your intelligence and ability. ”

Zhou Dayuan listened to the conversation between the two men, slowly pulled the corner of his lips. Sometimes he thought the frozen iron across the street was still very cute. She was definitely the first person to dare to talk to Lu Shaoming like this.

Lu Shaoming lowered his eyes and continued to cut the steak in an elegant manner. He was not shocked. "Miss Cold, be discouraged. Even if you are unhappy with me again, you want revenge, don't you want to rely on me? ”

“You!” Cold Iris slapped on the table.

Zhou Dayuan was about to eat the baguette. This palm vibrated on the table, causing the milk in his milk cup to splash directly onto the baguette, “...”

Lu Shaoming glanced at him and raised his sword brow, which means --- let you see the joke!

Zhou Dayuan, "...”

At this point, the cold-hearted stood up, and she pulled the restaurant around her neck and threw it directly on the floor, "In that case, I'll leave you. ”

She walked towards the door.

The four bodyguards stood beside the door, and Lu Shaoming looked up at them. The bodyguard immediately reached out to stop Cold Iris, "Miss Cold, you can't leave. ”

Cold Eye looked over, "Trying to stop me? ”

The bodyguard's arm was snapped like a lightning bolt, “click”, broken bones, the bodyguard had not yet reacted, the bodyguard fell over his shoulder and directly knocked the bodyguard to the ground.

The other three bodyguards went over with a long leg, her leg was no less pale than that of a man, straight and long, her tight and straight leg belly carrying a refreshing force, and she kicked it directly from the chest of the three bodyguards.

The crowd screamed and Zhou Da looked back faintly and smiled. "Under this leg, the chest of these people is broken and their hands are fast and hard. ”

Lu Shaoming's handsome eyebrows raised. He put down the knife and fork in his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth with a cafeteria. He slowed down. “Miss Cold, enough of this? ”

Drop her legs, stand tall, black short T-shirt wears her body, the woman from the agent's buttocks are especially sharp, her model walks to Lu Shaoming, a small hand on his Young-powered shoulder, bowed down, laughed, “Lu Shao, I haven't had enough, what do you want, do you want to fight? ”

The woman spoke slowly, and the contempt in the words was obvious. Zhou Da couldn't help laughing.

Lu Shaoming frowned and glanced at him unhappily.

Zhou Da shrugged, “Ming, she provoked you. You're welcome, fight. ”

Lu Shaoming had a headache, this one and two...

Dropped his eyes and opened them again, his gaze inadvertently touched the outside of the landing window, where a white figure was standing on the lawn.

Lu Shaoming shrank.

Ning Qing wore a white down jacket and a pink wool cap on her head. Her small and delicate face was covered in a tight envelope. It was cold outside. A small group of white fog spewed out of her pink little mouth during her inhalation and exhalation.

She was standing on the lawn, looking at him.

Lu Shaoming remembered that Cold Iris' hand was still resting on his shoulder. He moved and avoided the noise.

When I lifted my eyes again, the little figure that landed outside the window was gone.

With a deep heart, Lu Shao stood up from his chair. He bypassed the dining room and walked into the living room. He looked out the window several times, but the girl disappeared.

“Ming, what are you looking for?” Zhou Dayuan asked.

“Nothing.” Mindful of his anxiety, Lu answered with a little panic. In fact, he didn't do anything, but the cold shovel rested on his shoulder, and she saw.

Afraid she misunderstood.

Just now she was alone, looking small and soft, set to stand outside the window and look at him.

So quiet, no talking, no expression.

Lu Shaoming felt that his body was starting to feel uncomfortable again. Reason told him that he should stay away from her now, but he had pulled out his long legs and came to the door, reaching out to open the door.

Did she come alone, now she's back?

Did you get a car to drop her off?

He was worried.

If you want to go out and see her, even a shadow is reassuring.

The villa door opened, but there was a man standing on the steps outside the door, Ning Qing in a white down jacket standing outside the door.

Lu Shaoming was frozen. I didn't expect her to leave.

Her eyes were hanging, the long lashes of the two rows of butterfly cicada wings dropping quietly, two small, shallow-white hands hanging in front of her.