My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Ning Qing held Xiao Jianwen by the floor window and let him get some sun, "the result was Zhou Zhuo Lai refused to let me participate in the wine competition. ”

“Oh...” Master Lu laughed.

Ning Qing turned around and put her slender back against the landing window. A lazy leg curled up. Lifting her hand, she let go of the fishbone he messed up, and then shut her shallow-white little hand into the wave. She glanced at the man, "What are you laughing at? ”

I knew to watch her joke.

Lu Shaoming's eyes looked at her. Those curved, tangled hair lazily wore on her little incense shoulder. The bright sun outside the window gave her a layer of gold, and the woman was flooded with water.

“Do you want my help?” He asked.

Ning Qing looked at his desk and a document pressed a red invitation. Ning Qing did not have to guess and knew that it was the invitation from Zhou's Wine Competition.

Zhou's red wine competition is well known at home and abroad, and such invitations are not generally available to rich and powerful people.

An invitation to wine, naturally a true nobleman.

Sophisticated flowing from the blood.

Like Lu Shaoming.

Ning Qing smiled delightfully, half joking, “No, I have my own way into the wine competition, but if Lu Xiao has a heart, don't forget to vote for me on the day of the wine competition. ”

Lu Shaoming glanced at her legs, so white, shaking his whole body ached, “OK,” he nodded, revealing a mature wave in his deep eyebrows, "to bribe me. ”

“What?” Ning Qing did not understand.

Lu Shaoming extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray and spit out the last smoke, "I am only counted on by the beauty. ”

Ning Qing understood. She glanced straight at him. Three words won't leave the old business, Cesium Ghost!

Ignore him, Ning Qing spoke to Xiao Jianwen beside him.

A low, angry voice sounded in his ear, "Ning Qing!” As she stepped forward, her slender right arm was lifted throughout.

“Ning Qing, are you hurt in the leg? How did you get hurt? ”

As she stood by her side, his eyes stretched on her, especially her legs, and he naturally noticed the injuries she had sustained.

Ning Qing saw his face and quickly explained, "I… accidentally rubbed the stone pier while walking, broke a little skin, it's okay. ”

“If you say you're okay, you're okay?” Lu Shaoming glanced at her and took out his phone to call Julie.

Julie knocked on the door very quickly and sent a medicine box.

Jane saw the office door open and held Julie's pants and legs. “Shu... play...”

He's going out to play.

The office was stuffy.

Zhu Rui asked to look at Lu Shaoming.

Lu Shaoming took over the medicine box, waved his right hand, and let Julie take Xiao Jianwen out for a while.

“Ow...” Little Jane cheered.

……

There were only two people left in the office. Ning Qing sat on the sofa and the man squatted in front of her on one knee. He rolled up his shirt sleeve and took an alcohol ball with his big, well-rounded palm to handle the wound.

Ning Qing saw that he was not looking well and softly fooled him. “Honey, don't be angry. I met a grandmother today. The amulet in her hand was blown away by the wind. I picked it up for her and ran too fast. ”

“Well," the man grunted, not lifting his head, focused and gentle, afraid to hurt her, "you're kind enough to help Grandma, it's a stone pier, if you run too fast to come to a sedan, am I without a wife? ”

Don't blame him for being careful with his eyes, but for his palpitations.

Heard Da Yuan said that he lost his memory, and in England, she held up for more than eight months and rushed into the street to save the child.

He was just a wife, afraid she'd suddenly disappear.

He can't afford it.

Ning Qing felt soft in her heart. Never felt so cute when this man was angry. She stretched out her little hands and touched his face. “Honey, I'm fine. Don't curse me. ”

Lu Shaoming rubbed his lip, stopped talking and put down the swab. He patched two wounds on her wound.

It's done.

Wrapping her little hand around his palm, he raised his head, his eyes bright and tender, "Ma'am, let's not go down there, huh? You're not alone anymore, you have a son, you have a husband, so, protect yourself. ”

“Mmm.” Ning Ching nodded hard.

Lu Shaoming swept away her delicate red lips, looked at her legs, and pressed her wound gently with a rough thumb. "Does it hurt? ”

“It doesn't hurt. ”

The next second a gentle kiss fell on her wound, and the man kissed her.

Even if she's just a little hurt, all his heartache and pity are inside.

“Husband...” She was moved.

Moved and moved, Ning Qing slowly noticed something was wrong. After kissing her wound, the man did not leave her leg. His lips rubbed her tender white skin and kept going up.

Until her red skirt was lifted.

Ning Qing blushed and quickly reached out and pushed him, "No!” She struggled, hands and feet and rolled off the couch.

The floor was covered with a thick, soft carpet and rolling down didn't hurt at all.

But Ning Qing was frightened. She had a 10-year age gap with him, and this month was a little liberated by him, but he is still... in an unacceptable situation.

Lu Shaoming looked at a small group of pink on the carpet, frowned, dry lips, the man's colored lips showed extremely deep lines. He stretched his tongue and licked his lips. He looked wild and foolish.

Sometimes you're unhappy. "Are you afraid of this too? ”

Ning Qing looked at his ghost axe-like handsome face and stumbled on his mouth. "Me... me, you... don't mess around. ”

Lu Shaoming was helpless. He got up and held her up. “Why are you still doing this? Not at all boring. ”

Ning Qing nestled in his arms, knowing that he was unhappy, but she was really ashamed and too ashamed.

At this point, his hips were tightened and his claws clasped up.

Ning Qing was stiff and didn't dare to offend him, but he couldn't help pressing his hands against his wide shoulder, trying to push him away a little.

Whenever this happens, he smells particularly rich and intense, staring deeply at you like a tiger lion on the meadow.

That time, Jane Wen was in the living room with an empty flowerboard, in the dining room, turning off the lights and he...

There is no word for "shame” in his dictionary.

Lu Shaoming put her back on the sofa, when the knock of "knock” rang, “Daddy, Ma...” Little Jane fell and ran in.

Julie brought the plate, "Madam President, it's lunchtime. ”

“Well, leave it.” Lu Shaoming reached out to Xiao Jianwen and looked at Ning Qing. "We ate here together and went back to the studio. ”

He didn't mention the “studio” okay, as soon as Ning Qing jumped up from the couch, "No, it's too late, I forgot I have another announcement, I'm leaving first...”

Ning Qing slipped away.

“Ma'am, after dinner..." Julie tried to keep it, but Ning Qing's figure soon disappeared.

“President, madam...” Julie turned around and wanted to talk, but looking at the face of her own president, that was like a black pot bottom.

Julie shut up quickly.

……

Eight days later.

Zhou Zhuo Lai is waiting to pick someone up at the airport.

She looked inside with joy and excitement on her face, and she wanted to receive James, the world's top wine critic, as well as a partner at the Zhou estate.

Standing not far away, Zhou Heng and his housekeeper whispered what he was talking about. Zhou Zhe Lei was proud of himself. The opportunity to pick up James was for her to softly soak up Zhou Heng for a long time, and Zhou Heng only promised her.

She must perform well this time to impress James.

Zhou Zhuo Lai was bored, she looked around the airport lobby and suddenly saw "Skulk" on the LCD screen in the lobby.

It was a concert hall dance, naturally there was no shortage of red wine, Zhou Laimei shrunk, and the screen shot swept a bottle of red wine - Evan.

Evan?

Zhou Zhuolai repeatedly chewed the two words in his heart.

Even though she resented being jealous of Ning Qing, she had to admit how hot the Skulk was. There were not many implanted ads in the play, but each was a major international brand.

This Iban...

Zhou Zhuo Lai searched her mind, she hadn't heard, is it the new and emerging brand of red wine?

What does Evan have to do with Ning Qing?

Zhou Zhuo Lai felt her heart was numb and she had a bad feeling.

At this time, "Wow...” a scream, a group of high-rise white collars dragging the suitcase passed in front of Zhou Shulai, everyone watched the LCD screen and talked about it enthusiastically ---

“Which one of you bought Iban? I heard that this Iban is a brand of red wine created by Ning Qing himself. Ning Qing is ready to open a winery. ”

“None of us bought it. I looked at it on my cell phone before I got off the plane. This order for Iban wine has suppressed a million copies. ”

“Yeah, Evan hasn't officially opened yet, but we heard that during a charity party the other day, Ning Qing entertained the big men and society in the world with Evan Red Wine, and everyone praised it. ”

“I've been chasing Ning Qing since three years ago. I didn't expect Ning Qing to grow as fast as a rocket. Ning Qing has a vast network of resources in the entertainment industry. Opening a winery is simply a matter of water to gutter. Great. My Ning Qing is about to take another step, and I will always support her. ” …

Zhou Zhuo Lai's hand beside her tightly pinched into a fist, just now her guess has been confirmed, Evan is Ning Qing's original brand of red wine.

Ning Qing is opening a winery?

Zhou Zhi Lai's side eyes looked at the assistant beside him and his eyes were gloomy. “Say, what's going on? ”

The assistant was creeped out by her, and she hurriedly said, “Sister, just a few days ago, Lurker advertised the implantation of Iban Red Wine. This script was already hot. Iban gained enthusiasm as soon as he entered public view. Later, he learned that Iban was… an original brand of Ningqing, and that the fans' heat had risen again. Ningqing's microblogging fans had broken hundreds of millions in the past three years. According to statistics, the Internet alone was nearly a million, and Iban had not entered the formal promotion program. If it was promoted, the future... could not be measured. ”

Unquantifiable?

Zhou Zhuolai's entire face was covered in haze, like hailing from the sky.

“And…” the assistant dared not go further.

“And what, say it! ”