Chapter 311 He Will Look at Me with Admiration

When their eyes met, Ning Qing's little head exploded with a "boom".

She waved her hand quickly, "I didn't see anything."

Lu Shaoming turned his head and looked straight ahead. His big hand on the steering wheel turned smoothly. The Bentley drove into the street. He curled his lips and chuckled, "Madam, why are you feeling guilty? Did I say you saw something?"

Ning Qing, "..."

She was a little embarrassed. She was ashamed to accidentally see something in front of her husband.

And she went back to Banmingxuan Villa...

Huh.

She turned her little head and looked at the car window. Her little face was red like an apple, and her pair of autumn eyes were shining, blinking like stars.

After looking for a few seconds, she realized that the man was also looking at her sideways. The car window reflected the man's narrow and deep black eyes. He looked at her with a doting smile.

The little head was touched, "Don't be embarrassed, think about yourself."

Ning Qing, "..." What happened tonight? Did the two men of the Lu family choose tonight?

…

There was a luxury car parked outside the Lu family villa, and Zhou Zhilei was sitting in the driver's seat.

She stared at the Bentley that had already driven away, and then looked at the prosperous scene of the Lu family villa with bright lights.

The birthday party was over. She sat in the car for three hours, listening to Stven's singing and the laughter coming from inside.

And she couldn't even get through the door.

She was not invited to the birthday party!

Zhou Zhilei's chest was panting. Why, she was only one step away from the identity of Mrs. Lu, but because of that damn Ning Qing who came out halfway, one step away became the end of the world.

She was unwilling.

She took out her mobile phone and called, "Hello, brother, I like Shaoming, I really like him, brother, please help me, I am your biological sister..."

…

Banmingxuan Villa

Lu Shaoming took Ning Qing's hand and walked into the living room. Aunt Yang came out to greet him, "Sir, Madam, you are back. I stewed some soup. Madam, have a bowl first."

"Okay." She had some snacks tonight and didn't drink the nutritious soup. Although she was willful sometimes, Ning Qing still drank soup every day for the sake of little Lu Shao to be strong.

She walked into the dining room, picked up the small bowl, and took a sip.

"Ning Qing," the man stood on the stairs and looked at her, "drink less tonight."

Ning Qing paused, and heard Aunt Yang laughing, "Sir, why do you persuade Madam to drink less? Usually, you wish Madam could drink two bowls."

Lu Shaoming wiped his trouser pocket with one hand, and glanced at the shy little mother who didn't even dare to raise her eyes with his careless black eyes, "Because, I'm afraid she will feel uncomfortable later."

The man went upstairs.

Ning Qing, "..."

"Madam, why does the gentleman sound like he has something else to say? He went to sleep after drinking the soup. What's wrong with him... Hey, madam, why are you blushing so much? Are you having a fever?"

Ning Qing, "..."

...

Ning Qing went upstairs slowly and entered the bedroom. Lu Shaoming was standing at the counter pouring red wine into a goblet. When he saw her coming, he put one hand in his trouser pocket and held the goblet in the other hand. He turned around gracefully and calmly, and slowly walked to the sofa and sat down.

"Ning Qing, come here." The man's voice was low and mellow.

Ning Qing took small steps and a red gauze skirt fell at his feet.

He took his big hand out of his trouser pocket, patted his long legs, and asked her, "I want you to sit in my arms. Is this posture uncomfortable?"

Ning Qing's face was very red. She put her two small hands in front of her and twisted them nervously. She looked up at him and returned to the bedroom. He started to unbutton a few buttons of his shirt. Because she was standing, she could see his sturdy and charming chest at a glance.

The black trousers were wrinkle-free, and under the thin trousers were his strong thigh muscles, so manly.

Ning Qing was dizzy from being tortured by this kind of man, so when her little hand was held by him, she lifted the hem of her skirt and climbed into his arms and sat down steadily.

Lu Shaoming hugged her tightly, and his handsome back leaned lazily into the sofa. The girl relaxed the weight of her body and nestled softly and comfortably in the man's arms.

"How much soup did you drink?" he asked.

Ning Qing's watery autumn eyes glared at him hard, and he was still embarrassed to ask?

He went upstairs, but Aunt Yang kept nagging her for a long time. She was the kind of person who couldn't hide things because of her thin skin. She couldn't resist it directly, so she hurriedly drank two mouthfuls of soup and came up.

"... a little bit."

"Yeah," Lu Shaoming kissed her forehead, "Don't you want to drink red wine? While mom is not here, let you drink a few sips. The alcohol content is not high."

Ning Qing's eyes lit up, "Yeah!" Nodding in his arms.

The man felt so sorry for her that he fed her two sips with his own hand.

As the red wine entered her mouth, two satisfied dimples appeared on Ning Qing's delicate cheeks.

"Is it delicious?"

"Delicious..." Ning Qing replied softly. When he was about to feed her again, she stretched out her little hand to block him, buried her little head in his neck, and rubbed him intimately, "No, just drink a little, otherwise, Xiao Shao Lu will kick me."

"Heh." The man laughed and drank the remaining red wine in the glass. Ning Qing's fragile eardrums were filled with the "gulp" sound from the man's Adam's apple.

Then the crystal hairpin behind her head was taken off by the man, and her hair fell down. The man's well-defined big hand shuttled into her hair, turned his face sideways, and kissed her delicate lips.

Ning Qing's senses were suddenly filled with the smell of the man, a clean and refreshing breath mixed with the smell of red wine.

It was addictive.

Ning Qing looked into his eyes with squinted eyes. His eyelashes were like two brushes. The corners of the eyes of the thirty-year-old man were very deep. When he knitted his brows and kissed her, he exuded the mature air of a man.

Ning Qing opened her mouth, put her two small hands on his shoulders, sat up straight, held his head and pressed him into the sofa, and kissed him back.

It took a long time for the two to separate. When Lu Shaoming opened his eyes, he saw the little woman biting her red and swollen lips, trying to avoid looking at him.

.

Lu Shaoming held her in his arms like he was holding his beloved little girl, "Baby, why are you so sweet?"

Ning Qing hugged him back, naturally not daring to continue the topic with him, "Husband, why were you angry at the birthday party today?"

Lu Shaoming lifted her skirt and said, "I don't like it."

"Why, it's so beautiful."

"It's just because you're so beautiful, didn't you see all the men in the audience staring at you?"

Ning Qing laughed, held his handsome face and gently bit the corner of his mouth, "Husband, why are you so jealous? People tend to take a second look at beautiful things. Your wife is so beautiful, so what can you do? The eyes have no other meaning.”

Lu Shaoming raised his eyebrows, "Really?"

What about the cake?

His mother was moved by her and he felt sorry for her, but he didn't even tell her that the cake was salty.

But as she said, all the guests ate the cake without wasting any of it. If the taste is not good, you can just take a bite to see if it tastes good. When did these famous and powerful people rarely see cakes, but she, Ning Qing, probably made them Cake is different.

He heard that his wife was the number one socialite in T city and a new generation goddess. He had never paid attention to these things, but now he thought about it and it was very delicious.

Everyone seems to like her.

Even if it's not love, there's an overwhelming feeling of goodwill.

Ning Qing was very happy when she saw his jealous look, "Husband, okay, don't be jealous. I will pay attention to it in the future. I have no intention of taking the sexy route. I always go elegant when I attend banquets occasionally. Don't be so harsh on me." , Women all love beauty, how can I live if you control me like this?"

Lu Shaoming didn't like it, and he didn't want to take care of her like this. He, Lu Shaoming, had not reduced himself to taking care of a woman.

"Was he jealous before?"

Another him.

"Well..." Ning Qing thought for a while, "I remember that he is rarely jealous. As long as I don't expose myself to my clothes, he won't be angry. Moreover, when I wear beautiful clothes, he will look at me with admiration. "

"Really?" Lu Shaoming expressed disbelief.

"Really." Ning Qing thought again, "...it seems that one time during filming, Xu Junxi came into my room. There was a scandal between us, and he rushed over from T city at that time."

Lu Shaoming raised the corners of his lips, "Does that mean you're not jealous?" The man never talked about being jealous, but buried it in his heart, with a sinister attitude.

Ning Qing hugged the man's waist and rubbed his handsome face with her small mouth, "Hubby, I will be more careful in the future, and you should be more generous. You must pamper me well. This is what you promised me when you proposed."

"Yes." Lu Shaoming nodded, lowered his eyes to find her red lips, and kissed her gently.

After kissing her for a few times, he let go of her and kissed her hair, "Madam, when I didn't meet you before, I had considered waiting a few years to find a suitable woman to marry. How many people can come here like this and really meet love?”

"I have never felt any family affection since I was born, and our Lu family has never been so cold and joyful. But it has been different since you married me. My mother was very happy at the banquet today, and it was no longer about physical maintenance. Young, but mentally 10 years younger. My dad looked at my mom with that look in his eyes... You know that for a child, there is nothing warmer than seeing the loving eyes of his parents, because that is A... sense of security.”

"Ning Qing, thank you, my life is so different because of you."

Ning Qing smiled sweetly, "Husband, you don't need to thank me, you treat me the same way, you are so good to my parents."

"That's different. You are a woman and you gave yourself to me, so it is natural for me to be nice to your parents."

Ning Qing pushed his chest with both hands and punched him with a blushing face, "It's as if you didn't give it to me."

Lu Shaoming's eyes darkened, and he quickly picked up the girl and carried her to the soft big bed.

"Lu Shaoming, turn off the lights!"

"Madam, are you sure you want to turn off the phone? You can't see anything when you turn off the light. Are you sure you won't kiss me by mistake?"

Ning Qing, "..."