Dangerous Billionaire Husband!

Ning Qing hurried home, said hello to Aunt Yang and pushed the door into the bedroom.

In the bedroom, Lu Shaoming is standing by the bed. The black suit outside the man has not taken off, but the button has been untied, revealing the clean white shirt inside. Xiaojinwen has taken a bath and is lying on the bed.

Ning Qing threw the small bag in her hand into the sofa and ran forward in a hurry. She sat by the bed and lifted her hand to hold xiaojinwen. "Shaoming, how's xiaojinwen? Does your stomach still hurt? "

Lu Shaoming didn't answer, because the woman didn't ask him to answer. His side eyes saw that the pink and sweet Ling lips of the woman were all printed on his son's small face. The green and white hands touched his son's stomach and turned clockwise. Her voice was in a mess, with heartache. "Xiaojinwen, does the stomach ache? Knead the hemp. I want to be numb, right? It's all bad. After that, I'll work less and accompany our little Jin Wen more. "

Xiaojinwen had enough to play with. She had just been taken to a bath by Aunt Yang. Now she was lying on the bed. She was very comfortable. She held him. She immediately hung her hands and feet on her body, like a small octopus. Her head rubbed against the fragrance of her chest and closed her eyes to act coquettish.

"Ma Ma Pain Take a hug... "

Ning Qing's heart is soft. Recently, Lu Shaoming takes her son with her. She is busy with the red wine competition, neglecting her son and blames herself incomparably.

"Good, Ma Ma, hold it." Ning Qing lies down on the bed, the fiber arm unfolds, embraces xiaojinwen, one hand pats his back, xiaojinwen closes his eyes to sleep.

Lu Shaoming looks at the little woman's sleeping position. She lies on the bed obliquely. Her waist is sunken and S-curve is visible.

Because xiaojinwen is holding the black thin thread shirt on her body, and the thread shirt goes up, revealing her flat waist and abdomen a large piece of white skin, black and white stimulate people's eyes.

Lu Shaoming stepped forward and knelt on the bed with his right knee. His low alcohol and confused voice hit Ning Qing's ear. "My son is OK. I just miss you..."

He felt her waist.

Touched by him, Ning Qing quickly dodges. She moves, and xiaojinwen in her arms also opens her eyes. She can't help but rush her eyes and push him, "what are you doing? Xiaojinwen is not feeling well. Don't... "

My son is not feeling well. Is he still in the mood?

Lu Shaoming was in a good mood. His son didn't think about her. He did.

Her small hand where there is strength, she pressed, his big palm can also be as good as expected, bent down half of the body on her body, bad let her breath, thin lips rub her pink cheek.

Ning Qing small face red, fresh shellfish's fine teeth clench pink lips, death and death dare not make a noise wake up small Jinwen, she beat him.

The man raised his head and gave her a hard kiss on her small face. His voice was low, like the whisper of the night, "I'll take a bath first."

He pulled away.

He passed in front of her and went to the bathroom. Ning Qing looked at him with a red face. He took off his black suit outside, lifted his hand to untie the buttons of his shirt as he walked. His narrow and refined waist was inverted into a metal belt. His resolute face was bewitched and charming by the night light.

Ning Qing took a look and didn't dare to look again. He took his precious watch and entered the bathroom.

She looked at xiaojinwen, who had fallen asleep in her arms, and felt that something was wrong. Mingming rushed back to see her son. The son fell asleep without saying a few words, but he couldn't get rid of it.

Ning Qing doubts in the heart, also don't know whether it is a trap?

This man

Thinking in my mind, within a few minutes, the bath room opened, a cold air, he has been washing cold water bath, there are steps, her feet were touched.

She tried to struggle, the man pressed her, "don't move!"

She looked back, the man bent over with a towel tied around his waist. His naked upper body was handsome and handsome. There was no fat in his abdomen. The six abdominal muscles symbolized by a man were so precious.

He had her crystal shoes in his hand, but he took them off for her.

He covered with a thin cocoon of the belly of the fingers inadvertently from her tender feet, Ning Qing as if electric shock quickly retracted feet.

He was laughing, and then the side of the bed collapsed. The healthy and cool smell of the male body accompanied by a shower fragrance encroached on her senses.

"Put your son in it." He came up from behind and whispered.

Ning Qing butterfly cicada wing's long eyelashes tremble fiercely, the heart knows to hide, also obediently tries to put xiaojinwen back inside, but useless, she moves, xiaojinwen on the octopus stick up.

Xiaojinwen is too dedicated, and his father said that he should be numb and numb. He did not dare to slack off when he fell asleep.

Ning Qing "Oh" a, whispered to discuss, "husband, no way, small Jin Wen stick to me."

Lu Shaoming's big hand was taken out of her sweater and stood up to see xiaojinwen. Her son was holding hemp tightly and could not be separated.

"Husband, I'll forget it tonight. It's inconvenient for my son to be here. And I have to call Xiao Zhou and them. We just arrived at the hotel and had dinner... "

He called quickly and she came back quickly.

In order to be polite, she should call and say it now.

Ning Qing has not finished, her small head was picked up by a big hand, the man picked her head under the pillow towel, covered in small Jin Wen face.Ning Qing was surprised, and he closed his eyes in a panic, and the whole man was soft.

"Have you eaten? I'll talk to you later, and I'll be hungry. I'll feed you when I'm full. Give it to you, huh? "

His two rough hands clasped her face and kissed her strongly, "honey, I want to die..."

……

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

Lu Shaoming sat on the bed, and he was wearing a gray silk Pajama, with loose waist and belt. He was cross with two long legs. He reached the bed with his back lazily, and put a cigarette in his left hand and was smoking.

The smoke curled in the sky, Ning Qing saw him squinting his narrow eyes, his head was slightly lifted and smog was spitting. His chest showed a large area of wheat skin. The wild and fierce breath had not been completely dispersed.

Ning Qing's dispiring ears are red, and Xiaojin Wen has been nine months old. She will still be fascinated by the mature smell on him.

Looking at the side eyes, Xiaojin Wen has been placed on the crib, sleeping quietly.

He said that when Xiaojin Wen was one year old, she would sleep in her room alone.

Ning Qing has no objection. He is excellent at bringing his son.

She was left with her sweater, jeans and his towel on the carpet under the bed. She was red and red, and she took a steady breath before bending down to pick it up.

He didn't work much at home, and he was comfortable smoking on the bed, always cleaning up the mess.

She can't let aunt Yang see this picture again.

Ning Qing picked up all the clothes on the ground and put it on the sofa. Then a big hand came over and made her thin white wrist. She could as well fall straight to the bed, in the man's arms.

She wants to move, the man that healthy arm buckle her soft waist, just not enough, love to hold two times, the hand with cigarette will smoke the cigarette end in the ashtray, side eyes, mouth smoke bad all spit on her face, "bend back to pick up clothes? Want to dry me? "

The woman in the shower wore a white shirt of his, and she was a little bit exposed as she bent.

Ning Qing's face is very red. She She didn't mean that. Even if she let him see it carelessly, he just wanted it, and she didn't want to

Oh, what is in his head?

Ning Qing transferred the topic because she just took a bath and her face eggs looked like chicken protein just dialing the shell, and the tender one could squeeze water out. She looked at him, and the waxy voice was jiaochen. "Later, she smoked less cigarettes before Xiaojin's face, and the second-hand smoke was the most harmful."

"Mrs. sorry, I will pay attention to it later."

"Well." Ning Qing nodded.

He kissed her and released, reached out to grab the towel in her hand, held her on her leg, and pointed to a bowl of noodles on the bed cabinet. He wiped her hair with a towel. "Give you noodles, eat them while it's hot."

Ning Qing looked at her side eyes. When she went to the bath, he had already gone to the kitchen to have a face.

Two hands will bowl end hand, green vegetables chicken noodles, noodles root flexible, soup is delicious, on top also sprinkled with a layer of shallots, color and fragrance.

Ning Qing eyes Qin Qin out of the soft light, a small hand with chopsticks, she turned her head on the handsome face of the man "haw bar" a bit, "thank you husband."

Lu Shaoming is quite used for the kiss, gently rubbing her hair, softly ordering, "eat slowly, and be careful of scalding."

"Oh." Ning Qing took chopsticks, sandwiched several noodles to his cherry mouth, fresh shellfish teeth slowly bite, eat a beautiful look.

"Well, husband, have a good meal of noodles. You are very good at craftsmanship."

Don't see he usually seldom works, also rarely into the kitchen, but this craft is first-class, delicious!

Lu Shaoming looked at the little wife's satisfaction, and he quietly raised his mouth, and gently bit her at her ear, "madam, I will feed you first, madam."

Ning Qing shrank his shoulder to hide from him, and picked Liu Mei to scold him. "Lu Shaoming, you don't think I don't know, xiaojinwen has no stomach pain at all, you deliberately deceive me back."

She used chopsticks to scrape the high peak nose tip. Her voice line was soft and sweet. "Lu Shaoming, you are 33 years old, and you mean to lie with xiaojinwen?"

Lu Shaoming is very interesting. She is wrapped in her random hand in his right hand, and looks down to kiss her white fingertip. "Madam, I don't cheat you like this, will you come back?"

Ning Qing now found how thick the man's face is, retracting her small hand, she carried the small waist rod with the end of the show eyebrow, and said in a positive way, "don't make noise, I also have noodles."

He picked up from behind and rubbed his firm jaw against her bright little fragrant shoulder, "is it delicious? Give me a bite. "

"Oh." She picked up some noodles and fed them to him.

The man bit one of her little hands, and then the dishes and chopsticks in her hand were taken, and the whole man was held in his arms.

Ning Qing has a delicate face like a steamed shrimp. She looks at the man and looks at her, which means that she will eat the noodles in his mouth.Ning Qing

By his domineering hold down, Ning Qing, ah, looked at the steaming noodles on the bed cabinet. She knew that she was doomed to be unable to eat noodles well tonight.

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