My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

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Think of her bitter words when the girl just groaned. They wouldn't have misunderstood the girl so much if she hadn't been misled by her.

"Lu Shao, we both support you and Miss Ning. When you return home, explain to Miss Ning that we are blinded by others. Miss Ning will forgive you."

There was a fire in Zhou Zhilei's chest. Who were these people scolding?

The roots of her angry teeth were itchy, and for the first time she felt her dignity trampled on her feet.

She is the granddaughter of the King of the World Winery. Many people want to get close to her and marry her, but she loves Lu Shaoming with stubbornness and love for 26 years.

She worked hard to be a famous Shuyuan, lived to be 26 years old, and was physically and mentally clean. She had never been touched by a man, but when she was about to dedicate himself to him, he said she would "sell."

Oh, why is Ning Qing just fine?

She could hear their movements in the next room. It was not an exaggerated woman screaming, but a girl who was so weak and sobbing. I did n’t know how hard he was, and the girl intermittently cried for pain ...

The last moment he couldn't contain the groan, she knew for the first time that a man could also make such a hoarse surname, and she was red with ears when she listened.

Why did he and Ning Qing be able to finish it in half an hour, and she stayed with him in a villa for three or four days, and he didn't look at her right?

Now that she was born to death with him, in the end he still does not have her in her eyes, and she is humiliated by these lowly workers.

Why is she willing?

...

Ning Qing stepped out of the hotel's door. At about 8 or 9 in the evening, the wind was very cold. She closed her down jacket and tried to find a little temperature for herself.

Standing in the street, I called a taxi and sat in. "Master, take me to the airport."

Well, to the airport, she wants to go back to China, she wants to go home.

...

Twenty minutes later the taxi stopped outside the airport gate. She got out of the car and walked into the airport lobby.

Fortunately, there was a flight back to China after ten minutes. She bought a ticket, covered her abdomen with a small hand, and stood in the hall waiting.

At this time, "Hi, girl." A handsome foreign guy came forward to chat.

Ning Qing has no interest in chatting, she glances at the guy with a kind smile and lowers her eyes.

The young man's enthusiasm continued. He pointed to Ning Qing's pink down jacket and let her look backwards.

Ning Qing felt weird. She looked back, and the corners of her pink down jacket were stained with red.

Ning Qing blushed. Her head was chaotic just now, and she didn't know what she was thinking. At this moment, she felt it carefully. A little hot liquid burst out below her, like a cycle came.

No wonder her stomach hurts, like the feeling of falling from a young day.

Ning Qing couldn't tell if she was disappointed in her heart, she was not pregnant.

In the thirties, she failed to leave his seed.

Her beautiful Lu Shaoming has now disappeared without trace.

Because the black pants couldn't see the blood color, but where she was just now, she touched her pink down jacket. Ning Qing was very embarrassed. She looked anxiously at the flight. Know where to go to buy sanitary napkins quickly.

The boy saw her mirror, and he turned to leave, and appeared again two minutes later, holding a packet of girl's tampons in her hand, and handed it to her.

Ning Qing's eyes were both bright. She never thought that getting a pack of tampons would be her biggest joy in Finland.

When people are in despair, it's really easy to satisfy.

"Thankyou." Ning Qing thanked her with a frown.

The young man shrugged, the consciousness was --- a hand.

Ning Qing glanced at the bathroom sign. She waved to the guy while running. This was the only warmth she had received in Finland. Thank you very much.

Turning around, Ning Qing was already in tears.

...

It was the next night when flying back to China, Ningjia Villa.

Yue Wanqing cooks good food in the kitchen. She wants to go upstairs and call Ning Zhenguo in the study room for dinner, but walks in the living room and finds that the villa door is not closed, as if someone came in.

"Qing Qing is back?" Yue Wanqing closed the door in doubt, and she walked to Ning Qing's room.

Sure enough, the door of the room was not closed, a petite man curled up on the bed, Yue Wanqing smiled gently, "Qing Qing, what's the matter with you, why did you come back silently, not even the door?"

The person on the bed didn't answer her. Yue Wanqing stepped forward and pulled off the quilt on the girl's face. "How old are you, why do you still use your quilt to cover your head ..."

Yue Wanqing's voice stopped abruptly.

Ning Qing was curled up on the side of the bed, she was originally petite, and now she is invisible because she doesn't look at it carefully.

Yue Wanqing watched her two small hands clinging to her lower abdomen, a small slap face buried in a soft pillow, and the hair on her cheek fell down to block her entire face.

Yue Wanqing was startled. She reached for her daughter's hair on her cheek to her ears to reveal her half of her delicate eyes, and her face was covered with dense sweat on her forehead.

"Qing Qing, Qing Qing, what's the matter with you?" Yue Wanqing Tongren contracted violently, she asked her daughter's small face nervously.

Ning Qing stumbled and heard her mother's voice. She stretched out her small hand and held her warm hand, holding her weakly, "Mom, my stomach hurts."

Yue Wanqing quickly grasped Ning Qing's small hand. "Qing Qing, why is your hand so cold? Tell your mother what happened, why your stomach hurts, and your mother sent you to the hospital."

Ning Qing held her mother's hand and pressed it to her cheek. Like a poor little pet on the side of the road, she finally found a warm home. She paled her lips and held her mother's hand a little. "Mom, I'm here for the cycle, so my stomach hurts, so I don't need to go to the hospital."

"Is the cycle coming? It didn't hurt the stomach before. Why does it hurt now?"

Ning Qing closed her eyes gently. She didn't dare to say that she couldn't tell her that she couldn't tell her that she was kicked. She couldn't tell her that she and Lu Shaoming were too intense.

She felt pain when she was in the hotel room. He couldn't relax. He probably felt too irritating. The first time was a little rough, and the second time was a long start.

Yue Wanqing frowned tightly, "Qing Qing, mother, go and make a hot water bottle for you, and then make a bowl of brown sugar water for you."

"Oh." Ning Qing nodded smartly.

Yue Wanqing rushed a hot water bottle and placed it on Ning Qing's lower abdomen, then lifted her up to drink brown sugar water.

Leaning on her mother's arms, Ning Qing felt the stomach tumbling when she smelled the smell of brown sugar water, and she wanted to vomit.

"Mom, I don't want to drink." Ning Qing looked at her pitifully.

"You can't drink it, be good, drink it while it's hot, it won't hurt your stomach after drinking it." Yue Wanqing coaxed her.

Ning Qing didn't insist any more, she took her mother's hand and drank sip.

Yue Wanqing looked at her daughter's weak and well-behaved appearance. She touched the side of the bowl with a bit of light pink lips, and she saw that she didn't like to drink. She drank in a small mouthful, and the two rows of butterfly cicada wings were slender. The eyelashes fell down quietly, with such a bit of distressing and pathetic charm.

Yue Wanqing felt strange, and she asked, "Qing Qing, haven't you gone to Europe to find Shao Ming? Why, what unpleasant thing happened?"

Ning Qing shook her head. The soft voice was very nice. "No, Shaoming and I are developing very well. He took me to shopping and took me to candlelight dinner."

After drinking a bowl of brown sugar water, Yue Wanqing gently placed Ning Qing on the bed, and she sighed, "If so, that's fine, and I don't know when Shao Ming can restore his memory. We can work hard for one or two years. What if we need ten or twenty years? "

Yue Wanqing turned and put the bowl on the desk.

Ning Qing turned with her eyes closed and slept toward the wall. She buried her face in the pillow, and her tears were too rapid to restrain her. She bit her lower lip with fresh shell-like fine teeth. Don't let yourself cry.

Yue Wanqing turned back again, and she sat on the bed to cover Ning Qing. "Qing Qing, is your stomach better?"

Ning Qing nodded forcefully, "Mom, I want to sleep."

"Okay, take a nap. Mom goes to the kitchen and cooks some gelatin sticky rice porridge. Wait till you wake up and eat."

Ning Qing didn't speak, as if she was asleep. Yue Wanqing didn't bother her, dimmed the light in the room and went out.

...

When mother left, Ning Qing dared to let go of her lower lip. There was a sweet smell of blood in her mouth, and she bit her bleeding.

The **** taste in the mouth was so uncomfortable, there was a retching in the throat, and nothing was spit out. Only one pair of eyes was blurred by flood-like tears.

The broken and panting cry was too urgent, and she was choked twice, fearing that her mother would come in at any time. She squeezed the small powder fist to her lips and bit her.

When can her Lu Shaoming come back?

For the first time, she felt a hint of despair.

Her Lu Shaoming, whether he knew or did not know, at this moment his beloved little wife was in a dark and unhappy, the river of sorrows turned against her.

Actually she missed it so much.

Actually, she was also scared.

...

Yue Wanqing returned to Ning Qing's room. The girl was really asleep. She had been catching the plane for three or four days without closing her eyes and was very tired.

"Qing Qing." Yue Wanqing patted Ning Qing's small shoulder gently. The girl in her sleep turned around, her face was dry, there was no tears, but the nose was red.

Yue Wanqing frowned distressedly. Her own daughter knew that she had lost a lot of weight from Lu Shaoming.

Don't look at her giggling, heartless and heartless. In fact, she doesn't want to worry her family and friends. She hides herself under pressure and suffering.

Yue Wanqing looked at her daughter Wu Qing, and finally did not wake her up, let her sleep.

When she remembered, she noticed a little blood on her daughter's fingers. She took a closer look. Her daughter wore a black sweater with a large sleeve cuff and a pair of small hands. Now there are dry marks on the sleeve of the sweater.

Yue Wanqing gently rolled up the cuffs, but could not roll them. The wool of the cuffs stuck to the palm of her left hand. There was a small piece of flesh in her palm, as if the palm was broken on the concrete floor when she was knocked down.