Chapter 174 Mr. Lu Is Indeed Worthy of His Reputation 1

Ning Qing was afraid that he didn't hear, so she called out "Ouch" twice more.

The other end was silent for a few seconds and said in an indifferent voice, "If you have a stomachache, go to the hospital. What's the point of calling me?"

Ning Qing froze and stamped her feet angrily, but she did not dare to get angry, fearing that he would not come, so she pretended to be pitiful, "Shaoming, I have a stomachache, don't you care about me? Mom took grandma out, it's just me." I'm alone at home. I'm lying on the sofa in pain and can't stand up. Come and see me."

As she said this, she added, "Shaoming, if you come a little late, there will be no young lady. You can figure it out yourself."

Ning Qing hung up the phone.

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After waiting for about half an hour, Ning Qing, who was sitting on the sofa, heard the doorbell ding.

Her eyes sparkled, and she quickly ran to the door. When she looked through the peephole, she saw that the handsome and upright man outside the door was not Lu Shaoming.

Ning Qing opened the door, "Shaoming, are you here?" She threw herself into the man's arms without thinking.

Lu Shaoming was unprepared for a moment and saw her fluttering towards her like a bird. He quickly stretched out his arms to hug her, "What's the rush? You're not afraid of falling?"

He held her delicate little body and scolded softly.

Ning Qing raised her eyes and glanced at him. He was not wearing a coat or suit. He was just wearing a black V-neck sweater. The collar revealed the dark blue striped shirt underneath. His gentlemanly British style revealed his toughness and style.

It's charming no matter how you look at it.

Her small white hands held his collar. She had finally tricked him into coming, so how could she let him slip away? She pouted her lips and said coquettishly, "I'm afraid you'll leave."

"Well, your stomach doesn't hurt anymore?" He clasped her shoulders and asked.

Hearing this, Ning Qing quickly let out an "ouch" and fell into his arms. She bit her lower lip with her delicate teeth like shells, as if she was enduring the pain. She opened a slit of her eyes and glanced at him, "Shaoming, um, okay." It hurts so much that I can’t even walk anymore. Please carry me into the house.”

Lu Shaoming watched the girl acting without exposing her. He bent down and picked her up horizontally, and carried her into the apartment.

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The two came to the sofa in the living room. Lu Shaoming wanted to put her on the sofa, but Ning Qing hugged his neck tightly and refused to let go.

"What's wrong?" he asked knowingly.

Ning Qing blinked her bright autumn eyes, pitifully, "Shaoming, I feel pain, even my butt hurts now. I can't sit on the sofa, I want to sit in your arms."

Since she took the initiative to embrace her, he was happy to enjoy it.

Lu Shaoming sat on the sofa, then sat her on his lap.

He lowered his eyes and looked at what she was wearing. A red dress was covered with a milky white knitted cardigan. It was very cool. He raised his lips and said with a charming smile, "It's winter now, madam, who are you wearing so little for?" look?"

Ning Qing saw that the eyeliner at the corner of his beautiful eyes was dazzling, as if he was in a good mood, so she raised her little head and gave him a "chirp" at the corner of his lips, saying sweetly, "Shaoming, there is a third person here. As a person, of course I will wear it for you to see."

"Well, I've seen it too. Since your stomach doesn't hurt anymore, I still have something to do in my company, so I'll leave first." He pretended to leave.

"Hey," Ning Qing was furious and quickly grabbed his big palm and placed it on her flat belly, "Who said I don't hurt anymore? I do. Please rub it for me."

"Oh, okay." Lu Shaoming covered her belly.

Even the belly of the one-foot-six-waist girl was only as big as his hand. There was a little flesh on her belly, which was soft and comfortable to the touch.

Lu Shaoming couldn't help but pinched it twice.

"What are you doing?" Ning Qing felt pain and quickly patted his big palm.

Lu Shaoming retracted his hand and held her slender waist to stand her up, "Since you think it's not good for me to rub you, I'd better leave first."

Could he not just leave in less than two sentences?

"Hey, Shaoming, if you can't rub it well, I can teach you." Ning Qing's snow-white earlobes were stained with rouge red. A small green hand lifted up the corner of her skirt, and then put his hand on it. Go in, "It will feel better if you rub your belly like this."

It was obviously her initiative, but the girl was too shy to open her eyes. Her long eyelashes trembled like the wings of a butterfly flapping in spring.

Ning Qing was embarrassed enough, and her mental endurance was relatively weak. She thought he would understand and cooperate with her, but unexpectedly, the man rubbed her belly very seriously and asked, "Is this better?"

Not good, not good!

When did he become such a gentleman?

Die quickly.

"Ahem," Ning Qing's mouth became dry and uncomfortable, and her two thin legs swung dissatisfiedly in the air, "Up a little."

"Is that so?" The man was serious.

"No, go up a little bit."

"so?"

Ning Qing was about to vomit blood. She asked him to move upward so that he could not touch the key point. His five fingertips covered with thin calluses deliberately crawled on her delicate skin, causing a tremor wherever they were.

He was teasing her.

Ning Qing suddenly opened her eyes, raised her pink fist and hit him on the shoulder, "Lu Shaoming, did you do this on purpose?"

"What did I do on purpose?" Lu Shaoming half-squinted his eyes and glanced at her maturely, "I'm rubbing your belly seriously. Don't taint me with those impure thoughts in your heart."

Who, who is impure?

How could he, the most impure person in the world, have the right to say such things!

Ning Qing jumped up from his arms, her blood in her bones was irritated, and her anger at his cold violence in the past four days burned her. She supported his shoulders and sat on his legs. Her two small hands touched his ears and pulled them out. She gritted her teeth like a queen and said, "Lu Shaoming, I let you pretend, I let you pretend, if you have the ability, don't ask for it later."

Ning Qing went to kiss his lips.

This time he didn't dodge. After Ning Qing covered his lips, she opened her mouth and bit him randomly as if to vent. He refused to speak, so Ning Qing pinched his waist and abdomen directly.

Lu Shaoming frowned in pain, and a touching groan came out of his throat.

Ning Qing was satisfied, "Does it hurt? Let you pretend, let you ignore me, hum." Ning Qing probed into his mouth and teased him rudely.

At this time, the man was pressed into the sofa by her. His heroic sword eyebrows were slightly frowned, half-hidden eyebrows, quietly and charmingly bearing the savage little woman on his body.

She must not know how much he loves her like this, her little savagery and willfulness, her initiative in her behavior, which fully ignites him.

Does it hurt?

He doesn't feel any pain at all, her strength is only enough to tickle.

The girl was exhausted after a minute of struggling, and she didn't know how to treat him, as she had never done it before.

She was shy and clean as a blank sheet of paper.

When she was ashamed and panicked, the man's strong arms clasped her small waist, and held her in his arms gently but domineeringly, "Silly girl, why don't you know anything now? Close your eyes, I'll teach you."

He lowered his eyes and kissed her.

"Hmm." Ning Qing softened into a puddle of water in an instant.

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