My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

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Fate is unfair to this woman, and her mother is miserable and sad.

Yue Wanqing went to bed after dinner, and Ning Qing returned to the small room and took a bath.

After changing her clothes after taking a bath, she took out her cell phone and called.

After two beeps, the familiar and clear-eyed male voice sounded, "Hey."

"Hey." Ning Qing found herself embarrassed because she had prepared a lot of words of thanks, but suddenly he didn't know what she wanted to say after hearing his low-alcoholic and pleasant voice.

The call between the two ends was awkward like this before, but finally Lu Shaoming spoke openly, "Ning Qing, shall we video?"

"Well?" Video?

At this moment, there were two beeps and a knock on the door.

Ning Qing went to open the door, and there was a female caretaker standing outside the door. The caregiver held a thin notebook. "Mrs. President's video."

It's really fast.

Ning Qing hung up the phone, took the notebook, and closed the door.

There was no table in the room. She put her notebook on the coffee table, and then her two thin white legs knelt on the soft carpet and opened the book with her hands.

The high-definition screen is a black and solemn desk, a leather chair, and behind the chair is a row of bookcases made of rosewood. The cabinets are neatly arranged with books in various languages.

There is a European-style golden desk lamp on the desk, which reveals extravagance in a low-key manner. As Ning Qing feels, the place where the man is is restrained and luxurious.

There was a man sitting on the leather chair. The white shirt, black trousers, and shirt buttons were loosened loosely, revealing the man's healthy wheat-colored skin and exquisite surname clavicle. He had deep horns, sharp and angular lines, elegant and noble. Temperament seems to blend into this whole background, like the fashion painting of a British aristocracy.

He was leaning lazily in a leather chair, and there was a paper on the table, with a pen next to it, as if he had just stopped working.

Ning Qing didn't expect to see him as soon as she opened the notebook. Her white arm was still supporting the coffee table at will, looking like a sleepy kitten.

She sat up instantly, her beautiful back was straight and straight.

The man over there glanced at her, frowning slightly. "How frizzy? Just bathed?"

The warmth of Ning Qing's small face was steaming out, and the two rows of butterfly-like cicada-like slender eyelashes twitched twice. She wanted to say something to ease the embarrassment, but she found that her wet hair was dripping with water and drops of water dripped on On the book.

Oops!

His solemn and solemn minutes can attend the summit, but she is like a little girl from the country.

"Oh," Ning Qing laughed twice, took a soft towel, pretended to brush the water droplets on the book casually, and brushed her hair concealed, "Well, I just took a shower. Shao Ming, today thank you."

Lu Shaoming captured the girl ’s little movements. He didn't pierce, but his deep eyes showed a bit of petting. "Today's incident is a good lesson. Knowing yourself and knowing one another will give you a chance."

"Well," Ning Qing accepted humblely, her pair of black bright autumn pupils looked at the man, and a sweet smile bloomed on Ling Lips, "but how can you be sure I will understand?"

If she didn't understand Zhu Rui's meaning at the press conference, the play wouldn't sing at all.

Lu Shaoming drew thin lips and smiled cheerfully. "Of course my wife, I believe, my wife has always been smart, and I believe she will do well."

Is he complimenting her?

Ning Qing's heart burst into honey.

At this time, two more beeps, the door was pushed open, and a female doctor came in.

The female doctor thought that Ning Qing was playing with the computer, and she didn't notice. She put a pink coat on her bed. "Sister Ning, a friend of mine brought several bras from abroad. I was dressed well. I got you one at your size. Are you 32c? "

Ning Qing's face flushed and she was dying, and she discussed such an impure subject in front of him.

"Sister Mei, no need, I ..."

"Nothing, I'll bring it to you," Sister Mei is from Northeast China and has a bright personality. She looked up and down at Ning Qing. "32c can't be wrong. You haven't arrived at the age of 21 this year. All right."

"Sister Mei ..." Ning Qing interrupted.

"Sister Ning, you are still shy. When you get married and have a husband, your bust will still grow, not to mention having a baby in the future and breastfeeding ..."

"Sister Mei!" Ning Qing was about to run away.

At this time someone happened to call the doctor outside the door, "Sister Ning, I won't talk to you much, I'll go first." Mei Mei hurried out.

Ning Qing was relieved. If Sister Mei was here, I might not know what kind of place to talk to, how shameful it was.

Ning Qing looked up at Lu Shaoming. She wanted to change the subject, but the man at the end was staring at the bulging area in front of her chest.

Ning Qing was shocked, and quickly crossed the two slim arms across her chest, shouting fiercely, "Hey, Lu Shaoming, where do you look?"

Lu Shaoming's narrow eyes were dark and heavy, his voice was a little hoarse, but his words were concise. One word, "Chest!"

"You!" Ning Qing never thought that Lu Shaoming, who was always a gentleman, would say this word. She blushed and stumbling, "You, you don't have to face!"

"Oh," Lu Shaoming brought Ying Ting's back all close to the leather sofa. He drew a cigarette and lit it with a lighter. One long leg was noblely superimposed on the other leg. Alas, "I look shameless on your chest? Madam, what about your marriage certificate?"

Ning Qing was speechless and blocked.

It seems, indeed, that he is in control.

She is his wife, her heart, her people, all his!

but……

She would be embarrassed. Her two slim arms were still across her chest, neither was it taken away, nor was it taken away. In short, she couldn't do anything to show him a bright light.

At this time, a gentle and pleasant female voice sounded at the other end of the screen, "Mr. Lu, do you want to take a bath now, I will give you warm water?"

Ning Qing thought the girl's voice sounded familiar. She remembered it. It was the girl who reminded him to go into the meeting on the phone this afternoon.

How did the female voice follow him from the conference hall to his private residence and put bath water? ?

Ning Qing looked up and saw that the smoking man didn't say much to the female voice. He didn't look up and waved his left hand to signal the person to go out, and the atmosphere was quiet again.

Ning Qing was not calm. She smiled like a flower, and casually asked, "Shao Ming, who is that woman?"

Lu Shaoming held a cigarette in his hand and took a sip in his mouth. He picked up the eyebrows of the sword, and those narrow black eyes turned out the bright peach blossoms. He gave her a vicious and sly glance. Eyed blonde. "

what? Blondie?

"Shao Ming, what do other people give you beautiful women?" Ning Qing asked innocently and innocently.

Lu Shaoming sat upright, stretched his right arm to play the ashtray in the ashtray on the table, the girl could really pretend, a pair of slick autumn pupils flashed purely and ignorantly, and the concentrated expression was like the elementary school pupil in the classroom.

If it weren't for her, he would have to slap her pants and slap her, acting in front of him, she would be the first.

"What else can you do, ma'am? You haven't seen the four big words on my face, and I'm dissatisfied."

Ning Qing heard a scalp numb, and his bad look filled the wildness of a man. When he spoke, he scanned her with that deep eyes, shameless.

"..." Ning Qing pretended not to understand.

"Ning Qing, I heard that there was an accident with the crew today. Did you get hurt?" Lu Shaoming looked at the girl's delicate red cheeks and asked.

"No injuries, but I noticed that my shoulder was red when I took a shower just now. It is estimated that the bullet was scratched when the bullets came over." Ning Qing touched the small fragrant shoulder on her left.

The man's voice was deep. "Is it serious? Let me see."

"Well." Ning Qing wore a black vest and a white shirt over her waistcoat after she took a bath. She turned the shirt away, and the red marks were blocked by the vest's shoulder straps. She pulled the shoulder straps down and sideways. Body, and brought Xiangnian Yingrun's shoulders to the screen, white fingers pointed at it, "It's here, it's not a problem, but it hurts a bit, I just applied some ointment."

"Where? I can't see clearly." Only the man on the other end said.

Can't see where? Ning Qing moved closer to the screen again, "Here it is."

She turned to look at him, and that look was a rigid look.

He was staring at her.

She looked at him a bit dullly along his eyes. When she pulled off the strap just now, she didn't notice. Most of her very private and shy things were exposed.

She had no habit of wearing a coat after bathing, and her vest was empty.

Ning Qing was alone, her blood began to flow backwards, and she has not been seen by others so long. In the girl's consciousness, it cannot be shown to men here.

He lied to her. Whatever her injuries, he wanted to take advantage of her.

She was stupidly fooled.

Lu Shaoming saw that the girl's beautiful Qiushui Qiutong quickly burst out a layer of bright mist, and she looked at him like a wounded deer, ashamed and weak.

"What's wrong, why are you crying?" Lu Shaoming found that his voice was so dumb, his lips were very dry, and he stretched his tongue to lick and frowned.

How can a 21-year-old girl be so small, she blushed when she did something intimate before, and now she just glanced at it like he did something unforgiving.

Ning Qing didn't want to ignore him. She bit her own cherry lip with fresh fine shell-like teeth and bite a bloodstain.

"Ning Qing, Songkou, don't you bite yourself?" Lu Shaoming accented, his throat rolled so badly that the girl didn't know how annoying her childlike appearance of a blank piece of paper was.

He didn't say a word, he couldn't help the tears in Ning Qing's eyes, asshole, looked at her, and murdered her!

In the face of those who bullied her, she was able to fight back intelligently and calmly, but she was still a little girl and had never encountered such a situation. It was shame to face him.

She didn't know if she should pull on her clothes, her chest was very cold, and she could only cover it with a small hand.

The tears in my eyes fell quietly.

Lu Shaoming saw that she was really crying, panic flickered in the black eyes that had been restrained and calm. He deliberately softened and wouldn't coax the girl. His voice was a little tight. Have you forgotten? "

Ning Qing sucked at the tip of her nose and muttered her mouth. Her sweet and glutinous voice was the same as her. She was full of powder. "Cheat, you've all seen it."

Lu Shaoming looked at her little hand, and her body was uncomfortable.

The scene flashed through her head. Her collarbone in a vest was beautiful, thin and soft, and there was a small nest. The shoulder strap slid down from her little fragrant shoulder. A large white cow skin was exposed in front of her. There is the beauty of that half of the girl.

She is really beautiful.

It's suffocating.

He has always been eloquent. He suddenly didn't know what to say. At this moment, I saw the girl slowly put back on her clothes, she cried, her voice was dull and very unhappy. "I showed you what you want to see , So don't look at that blonde again. "