My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

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Lu Shaoming turned around and looked at her for 3 seconds, "OK." He answered a word.

Ning Qing breathed a sigh of relief, but raised her eyes to see that he sat down on the only wooden bench in the bedroom, with his long, straight legs overlapping, and looked noble.

Suddenly Ning Qing didn't understand. Since he agreed to take it the day after tomorrow, why sit down?

Oh, maybe the reason is that the suit is still wet.

That bench is a bit old and relatively old. This bedroom is lived alone, and the space is relatively narrow. The strange man's participation is somewhat dignified and noble, and the atmosphere is a bit subtle.

Ning Qing coughed reluctantly and didn't want to be embarrassed with him. She didn't have dinner at Ning's house. Now it's early for dinner. She is very hungry.

Think of only instant noodles in the bedroom. She is going to eat below, but the problem comes. The man is here. Out of politeness, she should greet her somehow.

"Did you have dinner? I'm going to prepare it. Would you like a bowl?"

Lu Shaoming looked at the only small bed in the bedroom. The bed was clean and tidy. The quilt was stacked like tofu, and there was a pink fluffy bear beside the quilt. It was very cute.

He looked at the girl who still had a tender and tender heart, and he knew that she was polite and had no intention of keeping him for dinner.

He nodded and raised a word in his thin lips again, "OK."

Ning Qing, "..." Blame her broken mouth.

There was an induction cooker in the bedroom. Ning Qing pressed the switch, the water boiled, and the water boiled. She opened the instant noodle packaging and dropped the noodles into the pot.

While stirring with chopsticks, the index finger of her right hand touched the edge of the iron pan, and hissing, she quickly rushed the hot index finger with cold water.

When the pain subsided, she remembered that there were eggs in the bedroom and turned to get them.

After taking two steps, a "snap", the bright room was instantly dark, and the power was cut.

Ning Qing was caught off guard. She tripped over something and didn't stand still. The whole figure fell to the right.

"Ah ..." When she said lightly, she fastened a strong arm on her waist and abdomen, and the man exerted a force, and she sat on his thigh.

Ning Qing felt that her little pp was about to fall in half. His legs were quite stiff and hard like a square brick. She was no better than sitting on the ground.

There was a layer of mist in his eyes because of the pain. At this moment, the clear and dry breath of the special male fell into her ear. The man whispered, "What's wrong, does it hurt?"

Ning Qing hasn't touched many men. Many men who want to be frivolous to her, but haven't gotten close to her body, have met Xu Junxi's sweetheart, but the sad thing is that the two made trouble on the first date. The only close contact after the engagement was that he brought Kissing her with the breath of tender mold, a smell that made her disgusted.

She was a little familiar with this clean, dry breath, that night she was drunk, stomped her tiptoes, kissed him, and threw him, rolling with him on the bed.

His breath smelled good.

Can a woman be comfortable with a man she has had close contact with, Ning Qing knows she can't.

"Is the finger burned? I'll see." He spoke again, lowering her body to bully her, her figure was petite and delicate, and as soon as he approached, her whole figure got into his broad arms.

His cheeks instantly became hot, he did not know whether it was intentional or unintentional, and his thin lips were stuck to the crystal velvet of her earlobe through a piece of paper. The wet and aggressive taste of men instantly occupied her nervous system, heart. "Bang" beating, his body trembling.

Feeling his big palm wrapped around, Ning Qing shook off his hand like an electric shock.

The man's body was stiff.

Ning Qing's breathing was panting, and the darkness felt particularly sensitive, not to mention she was still sitting on his thigh in such an ambiguous posture.

A few seconds later, she felt a big palm supporting her, his palm was large, and it was effortless to encircle her, and the electrical contact sparks were all in contact with her skin.

"Don't ..." Ning Qing glanced sideways and looked at him, her tiny white hand hitting his chest.

At this moment only the window was shining a little light, and the bedroom was very dark, but her Qiushui Qiutong and his black eyes were clear and lacquered, and they looked at each other silently.

Looking at the girl's panic and preparedness, Lu Shaoming chuckled softly, his low-alcohol magnetic voice was a bit lazy, and laughed, "What are you thinking? Since you don't want me to watch, then you are Shouldn't I stand up? Or do I want to sit on my lap all the time? "

Ning Qing jumped up, "Teng", and she wrote a word all over her-selfless.

He held her hips just to help her stand up, but she thought ...

This is the first time I've been passionate about tonight, how many times? !!

And even if he wanted to treat her just now, she shouldn't have slapped her in the face, so it would be okay if she misunderstood her to apologize.

Why not be so embarrassed, say "Don't", this is all right, people have misunderstood that she wants to refuse and welcome, and think she wants to sit on his lap all the time.

Ning Qing, what about your calmness?

Why panic like this?

When Ning Qing was anxious to drill a hole to escape, a "pop" called and the dark bedroom was bright again.

Ning Qing had no courage to even look at him. She turned with a red face and hummed with her lips. "I ... I'll go down and eat it later."

The two bowls of noodles are placed on the table in the bedroom. The noodles are delicious and covered with a golden poached egg. The noodles are juicy and rich.

Ning Qing handed chopsticks to Lu Shaoming. He sat on a bench, and she sat next to the bed. The two started eating noodles with zero communication.

The man devoted himself to eating the noodles and looked elegant. Ning Qing's eyes were a hand holding chopsticks in his light. His hands were long and beautiful, and his nails were round and plump.

Ning Qing bite off the noodles with great vigor. In order not to be embarrassed, she came at the speed of his noodles, so he happened to put down her chopsticks.

Take a piece of paper out of the tissue box and hand him the corner of his mouth, then trot to the hanger to remove the suit. She touched her cuffs with her hand. "The suit is dry and ready to wear."

"Well." Lu Shaoming walked over to take the suit, but did not wear it. The suit was arbitrarily wrapped in a strong forearm. He looked at her with a mild smile, "Thank you for your hospitality tonight, goodbye."

Lu Shaoming opened the bedroom door and stepped out.

Watching his Ying Ting's back disappear into sight, Ning Qing remembered that she didn't know his last name, what was his name, closed the door, trot to the table, because the action was too urgent, her knees reached the corner of the table, very pain.

But she didn't have time to inspect her injured knee, her little hand "opened" the curtains, her head went down, and the slender figure downstairs had reached the side of the Cayenne car.

"Hello ..." A syllable emerged from the red lips, but the man opened the car door, sat in the car, and Cayenne galloped away.

As Cayenne disappeared, Ning Qing retracted her head in disappointment. She sat back to the bed and stared at the two empty bowls on the table.

Maybe she was really lonely for too long, and she had a touch of nostalgia for such an unknown man ...

He got up and brushed the bowl, and put the washed bowl in the cupboard. At this moment, there was a whistle of a car whistle in his ear, and Ning Qing's two small hands became rigid.

When she froze, there was another "snoring" downstairs, and she lowered her chopsticks. She flew to the window sill, looking down, and the faraway Cayenne returned.

The handsome figure leaned a bit lazily on the body. He dropped his trousers pocket in his left hand and carried a paper bag in his right hand. He lifted his eyes to her. In the haze of the drizzle, his slender black eyes were like the mountain stream The flowing stream is clear and translucent.

The corners of his mouth were daring and gentle, and Lu Shaoming said with a smile, "The scald ointment is applied three times a day, and there are medicines for preventing colds. I washed it with warm water before going to bed."

His voice was not loud, but it was enough to penetrate into her eardrum. Ning Qing curled her forefinger subconsciously, and the beautiful autumn pupil was covered with a thin layer of light.

In the past three years, she has no relatives or friends except her mother. This feeling of being cared for is so warm that the corners of her mouth cannot stop rising.

I did not expect this gentle and aggressive man to be so gentle and considerate.

Ning Qing lifted her cherry pink lips and wanted to speak, but when she reached her lips, a feeling of shame rose up in her heart. The man parked the car downstairs in her bedroom. He knew that this behavior was very imaginative. Lian Pian?

Many boys chase girlfriends like this ...

Before Ning Qing answered, a scream came from all directions-"Hi, uncle, are you talking to me? My hand just burned, thank you Uncle for the ointment."

"Hi, uncle, look at me. I want to pursue you. Can you leave me a phone number?" ...

The smile on the corner of Ning Qing's mouth quickly flattened, and her head was pulled out. The entire bedroom building's windows were opened, and many long hair fluttered out of her head.

Ning Qing was a little annoyed. A girl around 20 had the least resistance to such a stable and attractive uncle. A man is just a sucker, and a strong magnetic field is emitted when standing alone, which is too eye-catching.

She felt a little stuffy in her heart, like sharing her favorite bear with others, and she was very unhappy.

When depressed, the man downstairs opened his long legs and placed the paper bag on the flower bed. He raised his right hand and made a simple gesture with Ning Qing—byebye. Ning Qing did not want to talk to him inexplicably, she Leaning against the wall, straightening the slender back, leaving him a cold and arrogant shadow.

Lu Shaoming chuckled, glanced at the naive girl, opened the door, and Cayenne really went this time.

Ning Qing maintained this posture for about 1 minute, and those sloppy female voices came back from the eardrums-"Let ’s go down, whoever grabbed the paper bag and that uncle was."

Ning Qing was disdainful, and silently gave Lu Shaoming's evaluation of her to these girls-naive!

Then the whole dormitory building seemed to explode. The fast girl ran to the flower bed first and stretched out her arms to block the crowd behind.

But what about paper bags?

Missed!

When everyone was puzzled, Ning Qing hiding at the corner of the wall breathed and smoothed her disordered breath. She glanced at the paper bag in her hand, this was hers.