My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

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Lu Shaoming rubbed a numb fingertip in his trouser pocket, leaving a gentle and delicate touch on the girl's face.

He rolled his throat.

Slowly looking at Zhou Dayuan, he raised an arm and supported it on Zhou Dayuan's shoulders. The square wave in the man's eyes was fully mature, and the crimson thin lips opened slightly. Dangling in front of me, but can't sleep, is it uncomfortable? "

Zhou Dayuan avoided himself and didn't want to continue the topic with him, "When will you take your wife back to T city?"

Lu Shaoming raised an eyebrow. "Early tomorrow."

"Well," Zhou Dayuan nodded, "I have surgery tomorrow morning and I won't show you."

"Row."

...

Lu Shaoming closed the ward door and went in.

Ning Qing is still bending over to change the quilt. Men love to clean, and the things in the ward, especially the quilt, need to be changed every day.

Lu Shaoming stood behind the girl and watched the flexible movements of her white little hands. She shook her head, her hair shrank behind her ears, and her black hair lined her small face like a silver plate, cute and charming. .

His eyes lingered on her little face for a while, then swept down, his bust rose a lot, his belly was very large for more than nine months, but his legs were still long and slender.

After watching it for a few seconds, he said, "Ning Qing, we will return to T city tomorrow morning."

Ning Qing focused on the action at hand, and whispered, "Okay, we should go back. Otherwise, parents should worry about it. I'll call home after a while. Tell your parents twice. A peace. "

There was a sweet smile on the girl's face as she spoke, and her sweet voice, a wife's voice, echoed in his ears.

Lu Shaoming's eyes exuded soft emotions, rubbing his trousers pockets with both hands, taking a step forward and sticking her, "Ning Qing."

He called out.

"Well?" Ning Qing didn't pay much attention, she was sorting through the sheets.

"Ning Qing." The man called again.

Ning Qing moved with her hand, and looked slowly, because she was bending down, so in her dangling line of sight, the man cut black blade-like trousers, and he was wiping the right hand of the watch in his pocket.

Then she noticed that the two were close together, her knees reached the edge of the bed, and he stood behind her, surrounded by a clear and charming masculinity.

Ning Qing's heart beats like a drum, but she calmly pretends, "What do you call me ...?"

There was a mirror in front of her, and she looked up secretly.

This eye made her swell up with blood, and the man standing behind her was tall and erect, well-dressed, but he looked down, looking down, and was looking at her hips that were raised by bending down.

She wore pregnant women's trousers, and her waist was loose, but her calf was tight. Her body did not change much, and there was no so-called edema, but where the fine parts were still thin, the warp was not ambiguous.

She didn't expect him to stand behind her and look at her ... there, when his face was hot, the man looked up, his handsome brows lightly.

It feels uncomfortable.

The sight of the two bumped into the mirror like this, and it was clear that the man had done something unseen, but Ning Qing was the one who was alarmed.

She dropped the quilt, her eyes dodging and trying to escape, "The quilt is ready, I ... go to the shower."

She walked away from him.

But it didn't work out as the big hand in the man's trouser pocket took out and wrapped her belly.

His long body was bullied, and her delicate back fell into his broad chest as if he was holding her.

"Lu Shaoming ..." Ning Qing's legs were weak, and two small hands pushed his hands.

The small hand encountered something hard, and Ning Qing retracted his hand like an electric shock. It turned out to be his low-key luxury watch.

"Why so panic? You're my wife, and I can't hold you yet?" The man asked amusingly, a big hand came to her belly.

Ning Qing really did not do it this time. The women all loved beauty. He recovered her memory. She was always afraid he would abandon her pregnancy.

He used to love her soft waist, but now it's gone. It's no longer a foot-six. She doesn't know how much, so he didn't dare let him touch it.

"Lu Shaoming, don't touch me." Once she thought so, she said so in her mouth, and broke his arm hard, and she ran out in fright.

After only two steps, her slender Hao wrist was buckled and her small body was straightened.

Before Ning Qing had time to respond, her waist was hugged by the man again. He took her a few steps back and stopped, and she was forced into the corner.

Her back did not hit the wall, because the man thoughtfully put his arm on his arm, afraid that she would bump into it, so she would hold her in her arms around her waist.

Ning Qing was fascinated by his powerful and domineering but gentle movements. The cicada-like eyelashes were so fierce that two small hands pushed him.

"Lu Shaoming, what are you doing?"

"Ning Qing, dare to repeat what you just said? Who am I to you? You must bear it when you touch you. I'm not here, Yecheng is like this?"

The man was so delicate that the impeccable features magnified in front of her. Ning Qing was so weak that he never dared to lose his temper in front of Lu Shaoming like this, for fear of the deepness and severity in his eyes.

Fresh shell-like fine teeth bit her pink lips, and she whispered, "Shao Ming, don't get angry, just now ... you scared me, I said nothing, I'm sorry."

He withdrew his hand, stood upright, wiped his trouser pockets, and propped them against the wall with one hand, "Ning Qing, I'm sorry for a few dollars, and take some action."

Ning Qing's breathing was disturbed, and his senses were all healthy and charming.

To his eyes, his clear black eyes were jumping with hot flames, and he caught her tightly, his eyes were so unscrupulous, he brushed her eyes and her lips unscrupulously.

Fantastic waves of mature men.

Ning Qing knew that he was different. He would never treat her like this and force her like that after amnesia.

Picking up a little pink boxing punch and beating him, I don't know what he said in a random way, "Lu Shaoming, you are so good or bad, you must not be so bad to me ... You have amnesia that is so good to me, as long as I pout my mouth and spit it out ... I told you sorry, what else do you want ... "

The small jaw was picked up by the man's two fingers, and the delicate skin was rubbed thinly in the belly of his finger. He pressed her lips but didn't kiss, "Since he is so good to you, why should I come back?" Do you like me or him? Can he let you do this, he can't stand it before he kisses. "

Ning Qing quickly covered his mouth with her little hand, and she pursed her pink lips. "Don't say, don't let ..."

Lu Shaoming took down her little hand and whispered, "Why not let me say, you obviously like me now. Ning Qing, tell me, do you miss me, do you miss me this year?"

The two breathed together, and their bodies were clearly out of touch, but they were both panting. This feeling was stronger than anything.

"No, no ..." Ning Qing turned her head to hide in the wall.

The man chased after her, her lips were kissed, and she rubbed twice gently. The man's cool lips were extremely flexible.

Ning Qing snorted and trembled. She could not hide, her little hand didn't know where to put it, and he didn't dare to touch his body. Every inch of his muscle was hard like an iron.

"Ning Qing, don't lie to yourself, be good, tell me, miss me?" He opened his mouth and allowed her lips.

Ning Qing couldn't bear it. Two little hands dragged the sweater on his waist and abdomen, and then turned his head quietly, and responded to him with acrid and hot.

"Think, Lu Shaoming, I miss you so much."

Lu Shaoming embraced her waist with both hands and kissed deeply.

Ning Qing clenched his sweater with two little hands, struggling to raise his little head to bear his kiss. She really missed him, thinking about it, and sometimes dreaming back at midnight, dreaming that he would hold her in her arms, She fiddled with a kiss on his chest, and she could wake up looking red.

This is the purest hormonal impulses a mature man gives a woman.

Ning Qing couldn't even open her eyes. His sweater was ruffled by her, and the body felt the sensation. His gentleman pushed in, entangled gently and arrogantly, tasting her like a little wine. Sweet.

There is no specific concept for a woman. A woman can be called a real woman in the hands of a man.

For Lu Shaoming, any woman in this world can be softened into water in his kiss.

Just kissing, a string of mobile phone bells rang, and the phone in Ning Qing's pants pocket rang.

Ning Qing shuddered, a small hand pushed him in a panic, and tried to pull herself out of his mouth. He touched his pants pocket and took out his mobile phone.

Looking at it, it was Song Yajing's phone.

"Shao Ming, Mom's phone, don't kiss it ..." Her small face was hot, her eyes fluttered away to avoid it, but, "Oh ..." He kissed strongly again.

Ning Qing's heartbeat was terrible, her eyes could not be opened, and her body was numb. Regardless of the man pressing her, she clenched her cell phone, knowing that this situation was destined to be unable to communicate.

The kissing of the two people could be heard immediately.

He tried to open his eyes with a slit to see. He closed his eyes, and those two rows of thick eyelashes that were more beautiful than the women drew quietly, very emotional.

Ning Qing trembled more and more, and the ringtone of the mobile phone still rang again and again, persisting.

She squeezed Xiaofenquan and pushed him away with some effort. "Shao Ming, please, don't ... parents' phone, parents are concerned about your body, don't let them worry ..."

The man opened his eyes, and some bloodshot in his black eyes, like the enchanting color of the precious red wine. He frowned, his words impatient, his voice was dull and magnetic, "There are so many kisses thing?"

Ning Qing didn't dare face up to his displeased appearance, and could only use the white fingers to open the phone answer button, "Hey, mom ..."

He was still pressing on her, and the voice on the other side of the phone came clearly. "Hey, Qingqing, why did it take so long to answer the phone? I thought something had happened ... Well, Qingqing, why are you breathing?"

Only then did Ning Qing discover that her breathing was disturbed and her head was dizzy, as if she had just come down from the clouds.

The wet lips were the trace of his kiss. She covered her mouth with her little hand and tried to adjust her breathing. "Mom, all right, I just climbed a few stairs ..."