My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

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Ning Qing hurried home, greeted Yang Yan, and pushed the door into the bedroom.

In the bedroom, Lu Shaoming was standing by the bed. The black suit outside the man had not been taken off, but the buttons were unbuttoned, revealing a clean white shirt inside. Xiao Jinwen took a bath and was lying on the bed.

Ning Qing threw her small bag on the sofa and hurried forward. She sat by the bed and raised her hand to hug Xiao Jinwen. "Shao Ming, how is Xiao Jinwen? Does your stomach hurt?"

Lu Shaoming didn't answer, because the woman didn't ask him to answer. He looked at the woman's pink and bright diamond lips on his son Bai Nen's face. The little green hand touched his son's belly and turned clockwise Her voice was soft and confused, with distress, "Xiao Jinwen, does your stomach hurt? Does it feel numb? Is it numb? Our little Jinwen. "

Xiao Jinwen had enough fun. He was just hugged by Yang Wei to take a bath. At the moment, it was a comfortable place to put him on the bed. The small head was fragrant with the scent of a numb chest, eyes closed and coquettish.

"Ma Ma ... painful ... hug ..."

Ning Qing has softened her heart. Recently, Lu Shaoming brought her son. She was busy with a wine contest and neglected her son.

"Okay, Ma Ma hugs." Ning Qing lay down on the bed, her arms stretched out and embraced Xiao Jinwen, patted his back with one hand, Xiao Jinwen closed her eyes and went to sleep.

Lu Shaoming watched the little woman's sleeping position, and she was lying on the bed obliquely, the waist that was so thin that it was not sunken, and the S curve was exposed.

Because Xiao Jinwen was holding the thin black sweater on her body, the sweater jumped up, revealing a large white skin on her flat waist, and the black and white stimulated the eyes.

Lu Shaoming stepped forward, kneeling on the bed with the knee of his right leg, and a low-sounding and confusing voice hit Ning Qing's ear. "My son is fine, I just want you ..."

He touched her waist.

When he was touched by him, Ning Qing evaded quickly, and when she moved, Xiao Jinwen in her arms opened her eyes. She couldn't help rushing and pushing him, "What? Xiao Jinwen is uncomfortable, don't ..."

Is he still in a mood when his son is uncomfortable?

Lu Shaoming was in a strong mood, his son did not miss her, he thought.

Where is the strength of her little hand? Pressed by her, his big palm can also be wishful, leaning over and pressing half of her body on her body, and it was hard for her to breathe, and her thin lips pinched her cheeks.

Ning Qing's face flushed, Xianbei's fine teeth clenched her pink lips, and she couldn't help but wake up Xiao Jinwen, she beat him.

The man looked up and kissed her little face with a strong kiss, his voice was low and mute like that at night, "I'm going to take a shower first."

He pulled away.

He passed by in front of her and headed for the shower room. Ning Qing glanced at him with a small face. He took off the black suit outside, and raised his hands to unbutton his shirt as he walked. The narrow and slender waist was inverted with a triangle on a metal belt. Here, the resolute face was bewitched by this luminous Qin.

Ning Qing glanced at him and did not dare to look at it again. In his eyes, he took off his precious watch and entered the bathroom.

She looked at Xiao Jinwen who was already asleep in her arms and felt that there was something wrong. She hurried back to see her son. The son fell asleep without saying a few words, but he could not get rid of it.

Ning Qing questioned in her heart, I wonder if it was a trick?

This man ...

In my mind, the shower room opened in a few minutes. There was a cold air, and he kept showering in the cold water. Footsteps came and her feet were touched.

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

She looked back, the man bent, and a bath towel tied around his waist. His naked upper body was handsome and handsome, and there was no fat on the abdomen. The six-pack abs symbolized by a man was so expensive.

He held her crystal shoes in his hand, which helped her take off her shoes.

His abdomen covered with thin cocoons accidentally scraped from her tender feet, and Ning Qing quickly retracted her feet like an electric shock.

He was laughing, and then the bed slumped, and the healthy and cold breath of the man was accompanied by a bathing fragrance invading her senses.

"Put your son inside." He covered from behind and whispered.

The long eyelashes of Ning Qing's butterfly cicada wing trembled so much that she couldn't hide it, so she obediently tried to put Xiao Jinwen back inside, but it didn't work. When she moved, Xiao Jinwen stuck to the octopus.

Xiao Jinwen was too dedicated. Dad said that he asked him to hold him. He fell asleep and didn't dare to slack off.

Ning Qing snorted and whispered, "Husband, no, Xiao Jinwen is sticking to me."

Lu Shaoming's big hand was taken out of her sweater, and he stood up to see Xiao Jinwen. His son was too tight to hold Ma Ma, and could not be separated.

"Husband, it's okay tonight, my son is here, it's inconvenient. And I have to call Xiao Zhou them. We just arrived at the hotel before we ate ..."

He rushed on the phone and she hurried back.

To be polite, she should make a phone call and say it now.

Before Ning Qing finished, her little head was held up by a big hand, and the man took off the pillow under her head and covered Xiao Jinwen's face.

Ning Qing was startled, closed her eyes in a panic, and the whole person softened.

"Did you eat? Let me talk later, bear with me some hungry, I will feed you when I'm full, and give you my own hands, eh?"

His two rough hands clasped her little face, and kissed him forcefully, "Baby, I want to die ..."

...

Ning Qing went to the shower room and took a shower. When she came out, she took a dry towel and was wiping her hair at will.

Lu Shaoming was sitting on the bed, wearing a gray silk pajamas with loose waist straps, two long legs proudly sideways, Ying Ting back lazily to the bed, a cigarette in his left hand, smoking With.

Qing Yan and Lin Ningqing saw him narrow his eyes, his head slightly exhaling smoke, and a large piece of wheat-colored skin appeared on his chest. The wild and fierce breath had not yet completely dissipated.

Ning Qing's ears turned red, and Xiao Jinwen was nine months old. She would still be fascinated by the mature smell on him.

Looking at him, Xiao Jinwen was put on the crib and fell asleep quietly.

He said that when Xiao Jinwen was one year old, he would sleep alone in his room.

Ning Qing has no objection, how he brought his son is excellent.

Her sweater, jeans, and coat were thrown off the rug under the bed. His bath towel was also thrown there. She was red with red ears, breathing firmly, and then bent to pick it up.

He doesn't work very much at home. He tried to relax and habitually lean on the bedside to smoke. She always cleaned up the mess.

This picture, she could not let Yang Yan see it.

Ning Qing picked up all the clothes on the ground and put them on the sofa. At this moment, a large hand leaned over and clasped her slender wrists. She might as well fall straight to the bed, in the arms of a man.

When she was about to move, the man's healthy arm was fastened to her soft waist. It was not enough just now, and she pinched it twice, and the hand holding the cigarette extinguished the cigarette **** in the ashtray. Looking at her eyes, the smoke in her mouth was spit out on her face. "Bend over again to pick up clothes? Want to squeeze me out?"

The woman wore a white shirt after taking a shower, and the spring light was a little exposed when she bent down.

Ning Qing's face flushed, she ... she didn't mean that, even if he accidentally let him see it, he just had to pass it just now.

Whoops is he thinking about?

Ning Qing shifted the topic, because her little face was just like the egg whites that had just been removed from the shell, and the tender one could scoop out the water. She looked at him and squeaked softly. Second-hand smoke is the most harmful. "

Lu Shaoming reached out and squeezed her little face, came over and pecked her lip, "Mrs. Sorry, I will pay attention later."

"Well." Ning Qing nodded.

He kissed her and let go. He reached for the towel in her hand, held her on his lap, and pointed at a bowl of noodles on the bedside table. He wiped her hair with a towel. Noodles, eat while hot. "

Ning Qing glanced sideways. When she was going to take a shower just now, he had gone down to the kitchen.

The two small hands hold the bowl, the chicken noodles with green vegetables, the noodles are flexible, the soup is delicious, and a layer of green onions is sprinkled on it.

Ning Qing's eyes softened with soft light. She took chopsticks with a small hand, and she turned her head on the handsome face of the man, and said, "Thank you husband."

Lu Shaoming was quite helpful with this kiss, gently brushing her hair, softly urging, "Eat slowly, be careful."

"Oh." Ning Qing took the chopsticks and clipped a few noodles to her small cherry mouth. The fine teeth of the fresh shellfish slowly bite off, and she was very handsome.

"Oh, husband, the noodles are delicious. You have a great craft."

Don't look at him who rarely works and rarely enters the kitchen, but this craft is first-rate and delicious!

Lu Shaoming looked at the contented look of his young wife, and the corner of his mouth whispered quietly, and he bit her softly next to her earlobe. "Ma'am, after feeding me first, I can feed you."

Ning Qingse narrowed Xiaoxiang's shoulders to hide from him, and raised Liu Mei to slap him. "Lu Shaoming, don't think I don't know, Xiao Jinwen has no stomachache at all, you deliberately lied to me."

As she said, she used a hand holding chopsticks to shave the tip of his mountain-high nose. Her voice was soft and sweet. "Lu Shaoming, you are 33 years old, are you sorry to lie with Xiao Jinwen?"

Lu Shaoming was really embarrassed. Her right hand was wrapped in her turbulent little hand, and she looked down to kiss her plain fingertips, "Mrs. I won't lie to you like this, will you come back?"

Ning Qing only realized how thick the man's skin was now, and retracted her little hand. She held up a small waist rod with a beautiful eyebrow, and said positively, "Don't make trouble, I want to eat noodles."

He held up from behind and put his steadfast jaw on her shiny little fragrant shoulder. "Is it delicious? Feed me a bite."

"Oh." She obediently picked a few noodles for him.

The man bit one in her little hand, then the tableware in her hand was taken, and the whole man was held in his arms.

Ning Qing had a delicate little face like a steamed prawn. She watched the man stare at her, which meant that she would eat the noodles in his mouth.

Ning Qing, "..."

Shi Ningqing shouted at him with a domineering look at the steaming noodles on the bedside table, and she knew that she was destined to eat noodles tonight.