My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Ning Qing stopped moving, her small head was buried in his neck, and when she blinked, two rows of slender and curly eyelashes brushed against his healthy, wheat-colored skin, "Ning Qing, Qing, the beauty of you."

When I was just in junior high school, I read a book "The Beauty of Qing Ben" and I really liked it. During the Republic of China, there was a girl from a good family who was forced to live in dust and was born in mud. It's love lying on a rattan chair holding a book in hand, washing away all the lead, and dreaming of returning to his hometown.

She adores that girl. Her name has "Qing" in it, so when people introduce themselves, they always say "Ning Qing, Qing, the beauty of Qing."

At that time, she was the eldest daughter of the Ning family. She was young and innocent, and when she was innocent and romantic, she always thought that if she lived in that era, she would definitely live as peacefully as a summer flower like her.

But what is she doing now?

Life has not yet reached a desperate situation, but you sacrifice yourself to a strange man, what you do is contrary to what you think in your heart, and you just indulge yourself like this?

Lu Shaoming tilted his head slightly, and his thin lips rubbed against her hair. The girl's figure is as delicate and exquisite as a willow, and she exudes a clean and pleasant fragrance.

He is not yet a saint, and his body reacted instinctively to this situation. The corners of his mouth hooked in a dignified and indifferent manner, and his voice was always low and soft, with a magnetic field that confuses people, "What is destined to be lost must be It’s what you have, and even if you don’t want to lose what you have, no one else can take it away.”

The hot tears in Ning Qing's eyes became more and more urgent, she turned over and got off the man, turned her back, crossed her arms around her chest, and curled herself tightly into a small ball.

Lu Shaoming glanced at the bright crystal chandelier above his head, turned sideways, and saw the girl's frail shoulders shrugging helplessly. In the dim yellow light, his bright eyes shone with deep and sharp light, like a dormant Eagle in the night sky.

He waited quietly, and when the girl was tired from crying and fell asleep, he gently pulled back the healthy arm that had been under her head.

When a person's nerves are extremely tense, what he needs most is relaxation and sleep, and girls are.

But when he moved, the sleeping girl trembled uneasily, turned over, instinctively searched for his warm and wide chest and pressed it against him, and buried her in his arms like a kitten.

Lu Shaoming pursed his thin lips lightly, showing a bit of helplessness, is she too presumptuous, and she is not afraid that he will not be able to control the flames again and again?

The index finger of the left hand curled up, and rubbed the back of the finger against her delicate and delicate skin. Recalling that 3 years ago, she was still young, but now she is like a budding flower, with a bright and vivid appearance.

In the past three years, he has always remembered the tears she shed for him when she thought he was dead. The crystal tears dripped down on his cheeks with warmth, and penetrated into his senses fainted by the pain, and then flowed into the his heart.

As the grandson of the Lu family, he bears as much danger as he bears the glory. The family of the benefit-horned deer does not have much warm affection to speak of. Like full but cold.

The blood on his body was cold, but it felt warm because of her.

He has always missed the tears she shed for the stranger.

The atmosphere in the room was quiet and beautiful. At this time, there were three knocks on the door, and Zhu Rui walked in, "President..."

Zhu Rui was startled when he saw his president's topless body and a girl in his arms. Just as he was about to speak, Lu Shaoming made a "shh" motion.