My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

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"What's up?" Another girl's shoes quickly stopped her, smiling mysteriously. "Don't tell me if you don't understand."

"You know what, tell me soon." The two girls' shoes quietly bit their ears.

"I tell you, people who couldn't sleep that night not only saw Zhou Dao, but also saw Ning Qing and Lu Shao."

"What? Tell me soon."

"The man saw Major General Lu Ning Qing out of the storeroom and carried him all the way to the small building next door. I heard that it was Lu Shao's room."

"Oh my God ..." The girl's shoes covered her face. "Did they sleep at all in the middle of the night? Did they carry it from this room to that room?"

"Oh, there are two couples. Of course, if you don't sleep in the middle of the night, it's a bit of exercise. At that time, Ning Qing was in Lu Shaohuai's arms, her face flushed, and it looked like she had been moistened. The bungalows are because Ning Qing's conditions are so rough and it is inconvenient to take a bath. We can't enter that little western building, which is equivalent to the VIP room of Zhoujia Winery ... "

Two girls' shoes chatted excitedly.

...

Everyone got on the luxury bus again. According to the schedule, we are going to the vineyard of Zhou family today.

Ning Qing was still sitting by the window. Everyone took their seats, but the bus didn't open, and some children's shoes asked, "Master, why don't you drive?"

At this moment a handsome figure stood on the car.

Everyone's eyes brightened, "Lu Shao! Lu Shao, why are you here?"

Lu Shaoming got into the car, and his deep black eyes glanced at Ning Qing who was sitting quietly in the back. He responded with a low voice, "I will take you to the vineyard with Zhou Dao absent today."

"Really? Great!" Everyone cheered.

Lu Shaoming pulled out his long legs and walked backwards.

Ning Qing wore headphones on her ears to select songs. The bus seat was relatively high. She was a petite person trapped inside and out of sight. She didn't look at it and was working attentively.

At this moment, the seat beside her sank, and someone sat beside her.

Out of politeness, she glanced up, "Hello ..."

She could see the man beside her and froze.

Lu Shaoming looked at the woman's stupid dullness, reached out and touched her little head, he smiled with his lips, "Seeing me so surprised?"

When he was touched by him, Ning Qing recoiled with a rebound, and a pair of water eyes stared at him vigorously. "What, don't move your hands!"

Lu Shaoming retracted his hand and did not move her, but raised her eyebrows and looked at her in a good mood.

At this moment, the morning sun's sunshine spilled in through the bright glass window, and the handsome face of the man bathed in the golden yellow looks particularly young and handsome, making people look away.

Ning Qing felt that her face was flushed, and a lot of pictures jumped out of her mind last night, making her face red and red.

"You ... how did you show up here?" Such a man appeared in the bus with a sense of disobedience.

"Go to the vineyard with you," the man replied calmly.

Ning Qing digested the news, "But with so many seats in the car, why are you sitting next to me?"

The man squinted. "Who rules that I can't sit next to you?"

Ning Qing, "You!"

It seemed impossible to count on him to sit somewhere else. Ning Qing suddenly got up and smiled politely, "Lu Shao, please let me know, I'll sit somewhere else. I am not used to sitting with other people."

The man looked at her delicate and tender face and nodded, "Well, please."

Spreading his left hand, a gentleman's "Please" action was flowing.

Ning Qing had an itchy tooth in her heart. Although the man said "please", he didn't mean anything.

He sat calmly on the seat, the two long legs were too long, and the legs were expensively stacked in front of him, taking up a lot of space. How could she go out?

Ning Qing carried her small shoulder bag on her back, carefully raised her right leg, and stepped out of his long leg.

Seeing that one of his feet was about to land, Ning Qing was overjoyed.

But at this time, the driver stepped on the accelerator, and because of the inertia movement of the luxury bus, she didn't stand firmly and went straight to the man's arms.

"Be careful!" Lu Shaoming stretched out her right arm to clasp her small waist and hugged her firmly.

Ning Qing looked at the handsome face near Chichi in front of her. She blinked twice the long eyelashes of butterfly cicada wings, but still couldn't adapt to the feeling of flexibility attached to her lips.

She ... kissed the corner of his lips?

At this moment, there was a roar in his ears, "Wow, Ning Qing, are you down to Lu Shao? Have you considered our feelings, really ashamed."

Ning Qing, "..."

Two little hands reached his chest, and Ning Qing rolled back to his seat.

She stomped her feet, didn't she say she was leaving him?

Alas, no one sees anyone.

When she was shy and panicked, the man was in a good mood. "Okay, don't joke anymore, my wife is already blushing."

Ning Qing: Who blushed?

Even if you blush, you are flushed.

Too angry.

At this moment, there was a warm breath falling down the ear, with a smile of low alcohol magnetism, "Ning Qing, you are not used to sitting with me, but you are used to sitting on my thigh? Why not say it earlier?"

Ning Qing: What?

It's all here. Ning Qing took her little hand. She lifted up her beautiful lips and laughed lazily, "Yeah, even if I like to sit on your thigh, how can Lu Shao not take me? It's not the man's fault, but you can make people laugh at it. "

She also said that he could not.

Lu Shaoming looked at the bright and stubborn light in the woman's Qiu Tong. He didn't smirk and laughed, and lowered his voice. "Speaking of jokes, I really saw a woman's joke last night. It just relieves the pain for you, both Didn't touch you, but you ... "

Ning Qing quickly put out a small hand to cover his mouth, not to say, not to say!

He also has to be shameless. This is a public place. People are everywhere.

She did not volunteer, he forced her.

Lu Shaoming stared at her, which meant --- confessed wrong? Still stiff?

Ning Qing convinced, she will never be his opponent.

Fresh teeth bit her pink lips, and her eyes were angry and aggrieved, "Well, well!" She nodded.

Admitted it wrong.

Not stiff.

Is he the boss?

Lu Shaoming was satisfied.

Ning Qing let go. She was so angry that she lowered her eyes, put earplugs in her ears, and listened to the song, ignoring him.

After hearing a sentence, the earplug in the left ear was taken away, and Lu Shaoming inserted the earplug into his right ear.

Ning Qing, "..."

Fighting with him must not rob him, and the car was full of people. After weighing, Ning Qing had any losses.

She snorted and looked out the window, leaving her little back to his head.

There was a song in the headphones, a classic French song covered by Liu Wenlong, and the murmur of French music and melodious string music blended with timeless elegance and quietness, which was very pleasant.

Ning Qing was immersed in music.

At this moment her little hand was held, she looked down, and the man's sharp outline grasped her.

She wanted to pull, but couldn't, he forcedly held her little hand and placed it on his thigh. He opened his hand, shuttled his fingertips in, and tied her fingers.

This gesture made Ning Qing's heart twitch.

"Do you know what the lyrics are singing?" The man covered her ear and asked her in a low voice.

Ning Qing hummed and looked out the window, still ignored him.

Can you speak French?

Just know to show off in front of her.

This Liu Wenlong, too, does n’t sing in Chinese, sing in French?

(Liu Wenlong in the distance: Blame me.)

"Lyrics are singing, not seen for many days, every minute and every second is tormented; night comes, I miss like tide; madam, L, O, V, E, I love you."

Ning Qing was trembling all over her body, and her eardrums were tortured by his low-alcoholic voice. He always knew how to confuse her, using his standard British hair cavity.

Yan Hong's small mouth opened slightly, and she gasped twice, her ears getting hot, so you don't need to know that he was in Hu Yan.

What he said was not the meaning of the lyrics at all.

He knew it, but didn't tell her.

What does he mean?

On this bus driving on a country road, he sat beside her, intertwined with her fingers, and said such awful love words in her ears when nobody was there.

Ning Qing closed her eyes and didn't listen or think. She won beside him step by step and won the world for him, but he didn't cherish it.

In this case, don't be obsessed with him anymore.

He wanted to coax her with two sweet words, and then he could only reply to him in two words--don't think about it!

...

vineyard.

Everyone came to the vineyard, and there were corridor brackets piled with white jade. The shelves were covered with dense branches and leaves, and under the leaves were a bunch of grapes full of grains.

"Wow, these grapes are so beautiful, even the colors are different. Lu Shao, you tell us about winemaking." Children's shoes looked at Lu Shaoming excitedly.

Men like Lu Shaoming were born in Vanity Fair. They were all in and out of high-end venues. At first glance, he was a man with a taste for wine.

Lu Shaoming wiped his trouser pockets with both hands. When he stepped forward, his resolute complexion was soft. "Wine is divided into several colors. Red wine is fermented by these skins, red and white grapes, and green wine is made of these white skins. The white meat grapes are peeled and fermented. Among them, the white wine is the most tedious to make, but it will turn golden after years of precipitation. It is the color that nobles love most. "

"Wow," everybody listened to the description of Luan Shaoming. Girls 'shoes were jealous of Venus, and boys' shoes were worshipped. "Lu Shao, you know so much, so good."

Lu Shaoming chuckled his lips and chuckled. Ying Ting's looks were elegant and noble. "You can pick the grapes here and taste them. Girls pick this kind of dark purple, which is sweet."

These girls' shoes are going to be stunned by Lu Shaoming's gentlemanlike appearance.

Ning Qing looked at the man aside and did not expect that he knew so much about red wine. Maybe this is also the place where she has always been obsessed with him. The 32-year-old man has accumulated extraordinary wisdom and wealth with his life experience.

Ning Qing looked again at the shoes of the girls who were committing idiots. She was immediately upset. When Shui Yan turned around, he looked at the man with a cold eye.

Gentle, mature and attractive men are the poison of all women in this world.

And Lu Shaoming is a crane red in poison.