Chapter 341 Who Is that Woman?

But the kiss didn't happen, because the man dodged to the side.

Ning Qing froze.

Lu Shaoming let go of Little Lu Shao's hand, and said calmly, "I'll see Little Lu Shao when I come back. Nothing else, I'll leave first."

Lu Shaoming stood up, spread his long legs and walked towards the door.

He left first?

Where was he going?

"Lu Shaoming!" Ning Qing glanced at him and called him by his full name.

The man didn't stop.

Ning Qing quickly stood up and ran over. She hugged the man from behind.

Lu Shaoming stopped.

Ning Qing couldn't hold back her crying any longer. She sobbed. Because she cried too fast, her breathing was panting. She was talking, and her voice was intermittent, "Lu Shaoming, what are you...doing? Why are you...so...so cold to me? Give me a reason. Don't...take advantage of my love for you and bully me like this..."

Lu Shaoming stood up and frowned his handsome eyebrows. His Adam's apple rolled violently and his lips were dry.

There are more clothes in winter, but she cried against his back, and he seemed to feel the temperature of her tears, burning his heart.

"Lu Shaoming, I miss you so much, really so much... The plane you were on crashed, everyone thought you were dead, but I don't believe it... I know you won't die like this, you said, let me wait for you to come back..."

"Lu Shaoming, I've been waiting for you for a long time... one month and thirteen days... I miss you every day, I dream of you every night, I wake up crying..."

"Shaoming, I'm so happy that you're back, don't leave me, okay? Don't you like the little Lu Shao I gave birth to you? Our son misses you too."

Lu Shaoming frowned, his handsome eyebrows frowned into a deep "chuan" character, the big hand hanging by his side clenched into a fist, and then raised.

The rough big palm covered her small hand, her hand was really cold, without a trace of temperature.

"Ning Qing, I..."

Ning Qing let go of his muscular waist and came to him. Her tears blurred her vision, causing her to not see the man in front of her clearly. Her two small hands came to his coat and undressed him.

"Ning Qing!" His voice became heavier and hoarse.

"Shao Ming, let me see your body. Are you injured? How did you escape from the plane? Did you use a parachute? You must be injured. Let me see." She tugged at his buttons randomly, but she was too hasty to pull them open. She had no choice but to lift up the hem of his suit and try to pull his shirt back from the metal belt.

This woman!

Lu Shaoming held her slender wrist, not letting her move. His features were tense and his voice was sharp, "Ning Qing, stop making trouble. I have something to do. I'm leaving first. I'll come to see Little Master Lu in a few days."

Ning Qing's emotions were crushed by his words. One hand was held by him and couldn't move. She raised her other little pink fist to hit his shoulder. She knew she shouldn't act like a spoiled child at this time. She was not cute at all, but she couldn't help it.

"Lu Shaoming, where are you going? This is our home. I'm your wife! What do you mean by come to see Little Master Lu in a few days? Are you still a dad? Look at Little Master Lu, what about me? You bastard, where do you put me?"

His shoulder was as hard as a piece of iron. Her little hand was red from hitting it. She fell down for no reason in the past three days, as if she was exhausted. Where did she get the strength now?

She hit him twice, but he didn't move. She was out of strength first.

She couldn't bear to leave him. She was afraid that he really had wounds on his body. She didn't dare to hammer his chest or kick him.

"Lu Shaoming," unable to hit him, she could only hook her arm around his neck, hug him, and cry and beg him, "Lu Shaoming, what happened? Can't you tell me? Your attitude towards me has changed 360 degrees. Something must have happened. Tell me and we will bear it together."

Being hugged by her, listening to her helpless and messy crying in his arms, Lu Shaoming's whole body tensed up, and he slowly let go of her little hand.

As soon as she got rid of it, Ning Qing quickly held his handsome face with her two little hands, "Shaoming, please, don't do this to me, I'm really sad and upset. Stay tonight, okay? Tell me everything that happened to you. I'm out of confinement, and we can sleep together. You hold me to sleep, and there is also our little Lu Shao, and our family of three will be together."

The man still refused to speak, Ning Qing was anxious, and tiptoed to kiss his thin lips.

Being kissed by her, she kissed too impatiently, biting him with her fine teeth like fresh scallops, but she couldn't bear to use real force on him, so she could only bite him gently. This feeling was like someone gently stroked his heart with a feather, and a small vortex was stirred in his heart, and this vortex kept running all over his body.

He subconsciously straightened his waist and abdomen.

This feeling made him unbearable, and he frowned and snorted.

Hearing his hum, Ning Qing continued to work hard, and she took the opportunity to pry open his teeth and get in.

Lu Shaoming's big hand quickly came to her small fragrant shoulder, and with a force, the distance between the two of them widened.

Ning Qing was pushed away, but she was not angry. She held his big hands tightly with her two small hands, crying and laughing, "Shao Ming, you missed me, you really missed me! I missed you too, stay tonight, I can satisfy you, I will definitely satisfy you."

Lu Shaoming's eyes darkened, and he pulled his hand back from her soft and boneless palm. He gritted his teeth and said, "Ning Qing, why are you... so... shameless?"

Shameless?

Ning Qing thought it was funny, so she laughed twice, pulled out her legs and rushed in to hug him. She stood on tiptoes and whispered in his ear, "Lu Shaoming, why are you so boring? You make yourself look like a gentleman, but you clearly …The more shameless I am, the more you like it.”

Lu Shaoming began to pant. He never knew she was so clingy, her soft and fragrant little body kept rubbing against him like a little water snake.

Lu Shaoming clenched his fists, and finally made a determined effort to push her away.

This is the nth time today that he has pushed her away. He seems to be repelling her physical contact with him, but why?

Ning Qing felt her tears falling more and more fiercely. Her shoulders were restrained by his two big hands. She couldn't break free. She could only stand two steps away from him, unable to get close to him.

She cried so hard that her face was pale without a trace of blood, and her soft lips were tinged with a trace of soft pink. Now she was trembling so much that she covered her mouth with her small hands, "Lu Shaoming, do you really... want to leave? Also, who is that woman outside?”

Lu Shaoming's face was expressionless, but his voice was harsh, "You and little Lu Shao will live here for the time being. I will live somewhere else. When I come back, you don't have to worry about the Lu family's affairs. That woman... saved me, Might stay for a long time…”

"She's staying for a long time. Will she live with you?" Ning Qing bit her pink fist and tried to adjust her tone to a normal line.

Lu Shaoming pursed his thin lips and said nothing.

"Pah!" Ning Qing reached out and slapped him.

Lu Shaoming was slapped in the face, and the air in the room seemed to freeze at this moment, and the atmosphere was so quiet that it was depressing.

At this time, "Wow..." Little Lu was making a fuss on the bed. The little guy felt that his father was quarreling, and he cried very uneasily.

Ning Qing's mood calmed down. Her eyes and the tip of her nose were red from crying, and her tears remained silently without wiping them. Her two little hands hung by her sides, and she glanced sideways at Young Master Lu, "I don't understand. I don’t know what you want to do, but Mr. Lu is your son. If he cries, go and hug him. "

Lu Shaoming slowly let go of her shoulders, turned around, and left.

When he turned around, a gust of cold wind blew from the corner of his coat. Ning Qing's whole body shivered and her heart felt cold.

Life has never been so cold.

…

The door was opened by Lu Shaoming, and Song Yajing and Yin Shuiling were standing outside the door.

Yin Shuiling glanced inside, her pupils shrinking violently, "Ning Qing!" She ran in in a panic.

Lu Shaoming still heard the sound of something falling to the ground. The sound was not loud. The girl had become very thin during this period, a little thinner than before pregnancy, so the sound of her fainting to the ground was very soft.

"Ning Qing, Ning Qing, what's wrong with you? Wake up quickly, Ning Qing..." Yin Shuiling knelt down and held Ning Qing's little head in her arms. Ning Qing fainted.

Song Yajing was shocked when she saw it. She ordered the servant, "Come, come quickly. My wife has fainted. Call the family doctor quickly..."

The servants ran into the room one after another. Young Master Lu was still crying, "Madam, the Young Master is crying so hard that I can't even coax him."

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Song Yajing held little Lu Shao in her arms, and the little custard was already crying out of breath after only a while.

Song Yajing looked at the fainted Ning Qing and then at Young Master Lu, feeling extremely distressed. She looked up and saw that the handsome black figure was already preparing to go down the stairs.

She hugged Young Master Lu and ran forward, tears falling from her eyes, "Shaoming, where are you going? There was an accident on your plane, and our mother-in-law waited until now to get you back. You I know how difficult it is for Qingqing during this time, and our Lu family is supported by her alone..."

"I thought you were back today and everyone would be happy, but you are so good. As soon as you came back, you made the family very upset... Shaoming, you can't be so heartless. Don't you know how painful Qingqing is? She has fainted now. , your son is crying, where are you going..."

"Ya Jing," Lu Dinghua came over and held Song Yajing in his arms, "That's enough, stop talking."

Song Yajing pushed Lu Dinghua away, "Stop talking about it, Lu Dinghua, what do you mean..."

The two people upstairs were arguing. Lu Shaoming came down the stairs. The old housekeeper stood at the top of the stairs. When he saw the man approaching, he took a step forward and stood in front of the man. The housekeeper bowed respectfully and said, "Master."

Lu Shaoming glanced over. This housekeeper had been in the Lu family for decades. He was shrewd and dedicated. He always knew when to do it and when not to do it. He never lost his sense of proportion.

Now he dared to stand in front of him.