My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Ning Qing hurried home to say hello to Aunt Yang and pushed the door into the bedroom.

In the bedroom Lu Shaoming stood beside the bed, the black suit outside the man had not yet taken off, but the button was unbuttoned, revealing the clean white shirt inside, Xiao Jianwen took a bath and was lying on the bed.

Ning Qing threw the handbag into the sofa and rushed to the front. She sat beside the bed, lifting her hand and hugging Xiao Jinwen. “Ming, how's Xiao Jinwen? Does your stomach still hurt? ”

Lu Shaoming didn't answer, because the woman didn't ask him to answer either. He saw the woman's pink shiny lips all on her son's white little face. The shallow-white little hand touched his son's stomach, turning clockwise. Her voice was confused and she had heartache. "Little Jinwen, is my stomach hurting? Rub the hemp. You want to get numb, all numb is bad. In the future, numb doesn't work much, so spend more time with our little Jane. ”

Enough of Jane Wen, she just got hugged by Aunt Yang to take a bath. At this moment, she put it on the bed. It was a comfortable, numb hug. He immediately hung his hands and feet on hemp, like octopus, his little head rubbing the scent of hemp chest, closed his eyes and delicate.

“numbness... pain... hug...”

Ning Qing's heart is soft. She has been the son of Lu Shao Ming lately. She is busy with the red wine competition. She neglects her son and blames herself.

“Okay, numb hugs.” Ning Qing lay down in bed, his arms spread out and held Xiao Jianwen in his arms, one hand patting him on the back, Xiao Jianwen's eyes closed to sleep.

Lu Shaoming looked at the sleeping position of the little woman. She lay on the bed obliquely. That was so thin that her waist socket recessed, the S-curve revealed.

Because Jane Wen wore a thin black sweater on her, the sweatshirt ran up, revealing her flat waist with a large white skin, black and white irritating eyes.

In front of Lu Shaoming, kneeling on the bed on his right knee, he struck Ning Qing with a low and confusing voice. “My son is fine, I just miss you...”

He touched her waist.

Touched by him, Ning Qing quickly avoided him. As soon as she moved, Jane Wen in her arms opened her eyes. She couldn't help but look at him and push him, "What? Jane is not feeling well, don't...”

My son is not well. Is he still in the mood?

Lu Shaoming was in a great mood, but his son didn't miss her, he did.

Her little hand didn't have the strength, she pressed it, his big palm could do it, leaned over her half body, badly kept her breathless, her thin lips rubbing against her puffy mumps.

Ning Qing's little face was red. Fresh bei's fine teeth bit her pink lips tightly. She couldn't stand to make a move to wake Xiao Zhenwen up. She beat him.

The man raised his head and kissed her little face hard, his voice was as low as that of the night whispering, "I'll take a bath first. ”

He walked away.

He passed in front of her and went to the bathroom. Ning Qing glanced at him with a small red face. He took off his black suit outside and lifted his hand to unbutton his shirt as he walked. His narrow and refined waist fell into the metal belt. His steadfast face was mesmerized by the light of night.

Ning Qing glanced and was afraid to look again. In the light of his eyes, he took off his famous watch and entered the bathroom.

She looked at Jane Wen, who was already asleep in her arms. She felt something was wrong. She hurried back to see her son. He fell asleep without saying a few words, but he couldn't get rid of it.

Ning Qing questioned it in his heart and wondered if it had been planned?

This man...

I thought to myself, in a few minutes, the bathroom was open, a cold air, he kept taking a cold bath, footsteps came in, her feet were touched.

She wanted to struggle, and the man pressed her, "Don't move! ”

She looked back, the man bent his waist, there was a tied bath towel at his waist, his naked upper body was exquisite and handsome, his abdomen was not strong, and the six abs symbolized by the man were so expensive.

He had her crystal shoes in his hand, so he took them off for her.

He covered his cocoon fingers and did not mean to scratch them from her tender soles. Ning Qing retracted her feet as quickly as electric shock.

He laughed, then collapsed on the side of the bed, and the healthy, cool smell of the man accompanied by a shower fragrance invaded her senses.

“Put your son inside.” He covered it from behind and lowered his voice.

Ning Qing Butterfly Cicada's long lashes trembled so badly that she couldn't hide, so she tried to put Xiao Jianwen back inside, but it didn't work. As soon as she moved, Xiao Jianwen glued to the octopus.

Jane Wen was too professional. Daddy said he wanted to give him a nappy hug. He fell asleep and didn't dare to slacken.

Ning Qing shouted and whispered, “Honey, no, Jane is sticking to me. ”

Lu Shaoming's big hand came out of her sweater and stood up to see Xiao Jianwen. His son hugged the hemp too tightly to separate.

“Honey, forget it tonight, son's here, it's inconvenient. Also, I have to call Zhou and them. We just arrived at the hotel and had dinner...”

He was in a hurry on the phone and she rushed back.

To be polite, it's time for her to make a phone call.

Ning Qing was not finished. Her little head was held up by a big hand. The man removed the pillow towel under her head and covered her face.

Ning Qing panicked and closed his eyes. The whole person went soft.

“Have you eaten? We'll talk later. Hang in there. I'll feed you when I'm full. ”

His two rough hands snapped her little face and kissed her up, “Baby, I miss you so much...”

……

Ning Qing went to the bathroom to take a shower. When she came out of the shower, she took a dry towel and was wiping her hair casually.

Lu Shaoming sat on the bed, wearing a grey silk pajama, with a loose strap at his waist, two long legs lying proud, Ying backed up lazy against the bed, a cigarette in his left hand, smoking.

Green smoke and Lining Qing saw him squeeze his narrow eyes, his head slightly spit smoke, his chest revealed a large amount of wheat skin, the wild and fierce smell had not yet completely dispersed.

Ning Qing's indignant ears are red. Little Jane Wen has been around for nine months. She will still be fascinated by the ripe smells on him.

Look in the side, Jane has been placed in the crib and falls asleep quietly.

He said that when Jane reached the age of one, she would be sleeping alone in her room.

Ning Qing has no objection. It is excellent how he takes his son.

Her sweatshirt, jeans, and his bath towel were thrown on the carpet under the bed, and she looked red and breathed steadily before bending over to pick them up.

He doesn't do much work at home, figuring out his comfort and habitual smoking on the bedside, she always cleans up the mess.

She can't let Aunt Yang see this picture.

Ning Qing picked up all the clothes on the floor and placed them on the side of the sofa. At this time, a big hand came over and clasped her slender wrist to force her. She may as well fall straight to the bed and fall into the arms of a man.

When she wanted to move, the man's arm snapped her soft waist. It just didn't look like enough. She couldn't help but squeeze it twice. The hand holding the cigarette strangled the smoked butt in the ashtray, her side eyes, the smoke in her mouth broke and threw up all over her little face. "Bend over again to pick up clothes? You want to squeeze me dry? ”

After a bath, the woman wore his white shirt and she bent over a little dewy.

Ning Qing's little face blushed, she... she didn't mean it that way, even if he accidentally showed it to him, he just wanted it, not so much...

What's going on in his head?

Ning Qing shifted the subject, because she had just bathed her little face like chicken protein with a shell, tender can strangle the water, she looked at him, glutinous and delicate, “In front of Xiao Jinwen, smoking less cigarettes later, smoking second-hand cigarettes hurt the most. ”

Lu Shaoming reached out and pinched her little face and pecked her lips. "I'm sorry, I'll pay attention later. ”

“Mm-hmm.” Ning Ching nodded.

He kissed her and let her go. He reached out and grabbed the towel in her hand, hugged her on his leg and glanced at a bowl of noodles on the bed cabinet. He wiped her hair with a towel, "Here's your noodles, eat them while they're hot. ”

Ning Qing glanced at her side. When she went to take a bath, he had already gone under the kitchen.

Two small hands held the bowl in their hands, green chicken silk noodles, flexible roots of noodles, delicious soup with a layer of spring onions and a full range of colours.

Ning Qing's eyes glowed softly. A small hand took the chopsticks. She turned her head and “pounded" on the handsome face of the man. "Thank you, husband. ”

Lu Shaoming was quite popular with this kiss. He gently rubbed her hair and ordered her softly. "Eat slowly and be careful. It's hot. ”

“Oh.” Ning Qing took the chopsticks, clamped a few noodles and sent them to his cherry mouth. Fresh shell's fine teeth slowly broke off and ate them.

“Well, honey, the noodles are delicious. You're amazing. ”

Don't look at him, he doesn't usually do much work, and he rarely goes into the kitchen, but this is excellent craftsmanship, delicious!

Lu Shaoming looked at his wife's satisfied color. His mouth snapped up quietly and gently bit her by her earlobes. "Ma'am, feed me first in the future, and I can feed you. ”

Ning Qing Xue shrunk Xiao Xiang Shoulder to hide from him, picked Liu Mei to scold him, “Lu Shaoming, don't think I don't know, Xiao Jianwen has no stomach pain, you deliberately tricked me back. ”

She used her chopsticks to shave his peak-like nose tip. Her voice was sticky and sweet. "Lu Shaoming, you're 33 years old, and you're embarrassed to lie with Xiao Jianwen? ”

Lu Shaoming was really embarrassed. His right hand was wrapped around her messy little hand. He looked at her and kissed her white fingertips. "Ma'am, I won't lie to you like this. Will you come back? ”

Ning Qing only now found out how thick the man's face was. She retracted her little hand. She wore a small waist bar with an eyebrow. She said, “Don't be ridiculous, I still want noodles. ”

He held himself up from behind and rubbed his tenacious jaw against her bright little incense shoulder, "Is that good? Feed me a bite. ”

“Oh.” She picked some noodles to feed him.

The man bit one with her little hand, and then the bowl chopsticks in her hand were snatched, and he held the whole person in his arms.

Ning Qing had a delicate little face like a steamy prawn. She looked at the man and stared at her, meaning let her eat the inside of his mouth.

Ning Qing, “…”

Ning Qing sighed and looked at the hot noodles on the bedside table when he held them down obsessively. She knew she was doomed to be unable to enjoy the noodles tonight.