My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

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He could see her panicked, lonely and helpless, backing out of a hedgehog, she cried like a 20-year-old girl.

If, if she has been willing to treat him like this for the past three years, if she can put down her body to question him and shed tears to retain him when he sends out various lace news, maybe they are not like this today.

But why didn't she do it to him, and now all to Lu Shaoming?

Ears echoed Ning Qing's sentence, "I love Lu Shaoming, I love him". Oh, did she really fall in love with Lu Shaoming?

So what is he?

What do they think of these 20 years?

Xu Junxi was drunk. His vision was blurred, and he lifted his eyes for a look. A girl, a white sweater, jeans, and Ning Qing walked around him.

"Ning Qing." Xu Junxi pulled the **** his lap, he looked at him and kissed the girl.

The girl was terrified, struggling with him, "Who are you, let me go."

Xu Junxi frowned, took out his wallet from his suit, and patted it on the table. He was drunk and couldn't say clearly. I have done so many times with Ning Yao, but I'm not happy, I'm full of you, I kissed your lips when I rolled the sofa with Nen Mo, so sweet, Ning Qing, let me kiss. "

Xu Junxi was going to kiss the girl again. At this time, the girl's boyfriend ran over and pulled the girl out of Xu Junxi's arms. A fist greeted him.

With a sound of "cracking", Xu Junxi lay on the ground.

"A woman who dares to bully Lao Tzu, I can't kill you!" The boyfriend kicked Xu Junxi a few more times and took the girl away.

The people in the bar gathered in a group and pointed at Xu Junxi blocking on the ground.

Xu Junxi looked at the crystal chandelier above his head, and his body hurt no more than a tenth of his heart. "Oh, huh ..." He took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

Lu Shaoming slept lightly, so he quickly opened his eyes when a cell phone bell sounded.

He moved, "Oh ..." The girl in her arms slumbered and hugged him tighter, she mumbled with a frown, "Who, noisy ..."

Lu Shaoming kissed Ning Qing's forehead to show comfort, raised his eyes, and Ning Qing's cell phone rang on the bedside table.

With a long arm and holding the phone in the palm, it was Xu Junxi's phone.

He glanced up at the girl, slipped his fingers, and connected the phone.

"Hey, Ning Qing, today you told me that you fell in love with Lu Shaoming, is it true? I don't believe it, I don't believe it, I know you're angry at me ..."

"Ning Qing, let's start again, owe Ning Yao, slowly return, but Ning Qing, don't leave me, I ... love you ..."

Lu Shaoming didn't frown even when he heard his eyebrows. Xu Junxi drank. He heard it. He hung up the phone calmly and shut down the phone.

There was a "beep" busy tone in my ear. Xu Junxi quickly called back, but there was a mechanical female voice on the other end of the phone --- I'm sorry, you said that the call was turned off.

Xu Junxi's right arm holding the mobile phone fell weakly and desperately on the ground. As soon as the corner of his eyes became hot, he reached out his hand, and tears came out.

He wept.

...

The next morning Ning Qing got up late, and when she woke up, Lu Shaoming was gone.

When she stepped out of the door, she heard a piano sound from the grandma's room.

Where's the piano?

Ning Qing walked over and looked.

Grandma's room door was open. I don't know when a milky piano was placed in the room. Lu Shaoming was sitting by the piano, with long fingers playing black and white keys.

Grandma sat next to Lu Shaoming, and she also curiously reached out to point. Yue Wanqing held a cup of hot milk on the table, walked with a smile, and stopped, "Grandma, don't make trouble, let Shaoming play for you."

"It's okay mom, let grandma play." Lu Shaoming opened his mouth in low alcohol.

Grandma was very prepared for the strange Lu Shaoming. Now she smiled and smiled. Her old finger played the left key twice. Lu Shaoming followed her to play three times. One by one, Ning Qing heard it. A song "Little Poplar."

The relaxed and cheerful melody sounded, and the sound of grandma's occasional participation was considered harmonious. Yue Wanqing smiled brightly and taught her to sing with the beat ---

A little poplar, by the post

Deep roots, strong and strong, watching the northern Xinjiang ...

Ning Qing's heart was deeply bumped. For three years, she did not see her mother and grandma smile so happily. They bathed in the morning sun and smiled so brightly.

Ning Qing's gaze couldn't stop staying on Lu Shaoming. His usual white shirt, black trousers, sharp corners, handsome silhouette, and expensive man, never expected that he would play the piano. Such a man would not be in the mall and rain, playing Time is like a piece of jade, elegant and gentle.

She was very seductive when she watched his skillful leap of black and white keyboards with his articulate hands.

Ning Qing's mouth could not help but evoke, now it's seven o'clock, he coaxed her grandmother happy, coaxed her mother happy, does he not have to go to the company himself?

Sweet in his heart was the sugar he sent her.

"Qing Qing," Yue Wanqing found her and waved to her. "Are you awake? We are all waiting for you to have breakfast. I originally wanted to wake you up, but Shao Ming said that I would let you sleep more."

Yue Wanqing's deep smile.

The sound of music stopped, and Ning Qing stepped in, embarrassed to look at the man, and didn't want him to see the gentle water in her eyes.

Ning Qing walked to her grandmother, slowly squatting down, "Grandma, did you sleep well last night?"

"Okay, okay, very good." Grandma nodded happily, said Grandma looked carefully at Lu Shaoming next to him, and asked, "Qingqing, who is he?"

Because Grandma was sitting with Lu Shaoming, she squatted down, and beside her sight were the man's long straight legs, and her little face was reddish.

"Grandma, his name is Lu Shaoming. It's Qingqing ... husband, we're married, he's your granddaughter." Ning Qing's voice was sweet and waxy.