Chapter 344 Oh No, Ning Qing Must Have Gone to Find Master Lu

Ning Qing listened quietly without answering. She retracted her little hands and placed them on her lower abdomen. Her long eyelashes like butterfly wings fell down quietly, and she drank the water that Yin Shuiling gave her obediently.

The glass of water was quickly empty. She had a high fever of 41 degrees and was very short of water.

"Ning Qing, do you still want to drink?"

Ning Qing shook her head, her soft and feeble voice still hoarse, "Don't drink... Shuiling, I'll sleep for a while."

"Okay." Yin Shuiling helped Ning Qing lie down and covered her with a quilt.

Her little soft body was curled up in the quilt, sleeping with her back to her. Yin Shuiling felt heartbroken when she saw her. When she woke up, she didn't cry or make a fuss. She didn't even say anything. She hid all her sadness and discomfort. In my heart, I became very silent.

She has always been cheerful and optimistic, but now she is really sad.

"Ning Qing, I'll make porridge for you. You can sleep a little longer. When the porridge is ready, I'll tell you to eat it."

Ning Qing didn't respond.

Yin Shuiling reached out and touched her little head, then walked out of the room.

When the room became quiet, Ning Qing slowly opened her eyes. She reached out to touch the pillow on the other side and slowly brought her little head over. There was no smell of him on the pillow.

He has never slept in this bedroom of the Lu family.

Suddenly, she remembered that she used to be busy in the company at Banmingxuan Villa, and he would come back very late. She would lie on the bed alone, nestled in the quilt, and would always secretly hug his pillow into her arms with her face flushed. She was so beautiful. of sleep.

There would be his clean and refreshing smell on the pillow. She sniffed it again and again like a puppy, like a poppy, and couldn't stop smelling it.

After a few sniffs, she could sleep peacefully.

One time he happened to come back with a big hand pulling his tie. When he saw her sniffing his pillow, he immediately threw away the car keys in his hand, rushed over to her with a smile, and hugged her, "Madam, what are you doing? Put down that pillow and come at me."

She was shy, covered her ears with her little hands to stop listening, and rolled on top of him as if to punish him.

He held her soft waist, and the two of them were having fun on the bed.

Those past times were so sweet.

Ning Qing's eyes were dull for a few seconds, then she slowly sat up, lowered her eyes, pulled out the needle in her right hand, and got out of bed.

Opening the door a crack, someone was talking in the living room.

"Madam, I just found the young master's address. The young master has moved into the villa in Xiangquan Lake. Leng Zhiyuan and Young Master Zhou have both moved in together." The old housekeeper reported in a low voice.

"Hey, my son doesn't know what to do. He can't live in a good home and has to move out. Has Dayuan come too? It's okay. I feel relieved when he is with Shaoming. Although I I believe Shaoming will not mess around outside, but Qingqing will definitely feel uncomfortable if she knows about the cold. "

"Madam, the young master feels strange when he comes back this time. Didn't he tell you what happened to him?"

"Dinghua wanted to talk last night, but Mr. Lu kept crying. I put him to sleep at night. Dinghua went to the company before dawn in the morning. Mr. Lu left a big mess. He must be busy too."

"Madam, what should we do now? My wife is sick, and the young master is like this..."

Song Ya quietly snorted, "I'll go to Xiangquan Lake Villa to see Shaoming in person later. I'll see what he's up to. Don't talk nonsense in front of my wife. Let her take good care of herself first."

"Yes." The butler agreed.

Ning Qing saw the two of them chatting for a while, the housekeeper went out, Song Yajing went upstairs to see Mr. Lu, Yin Shuiling was busy in the kitchen, and there was no one in the living room.

She returned to the bedroom, walked to the closet, and took out a set of clothes from inside.

…

Song Yajing carried Little Lu to Ning Qing's bedroom, but there was no one on the bed.

"Qingqing, Qingqing." Song Yajing walked into the shower room and the cloakroom and looked around. No one was there. There was a large bottle of potion on the bedside that had not yet been filled, and the needle that had been pulled out was dripping water on the carpet...

"Qing Qing..." Song Yajing's heart skipped a beat and she ran out quickly. She asked the servant, "Have you seen my wife?"

"Madam, no."

At this time, Yin Shuiling went upstairs with a small porcelain bowl of vegetable porridge. Seeing this, she asked, "Auntie, what's wrong?"

"Qingqing is gone."

"What? Oh no, Auntie, Ning Qing must have gone to find Mr. Lu."

…

Xiangquan Lake Villa.

Lu Shaoming, Zhou Dayuan and Leng Zhiyuan were sitting at the dining table having breakfast.

Leng Zhiyuan wore a short black T-shirt with a round neck and light blue tight jeans underneath. This outfit was very thin in winter, but she didn't feel cold. The wide T-shirt revealed her two delicate and charming breasts. On the collarbone, Wuze's hair was tied up into a neat ponytail.

She is a Chinese-Australian mixed race. She is 1.75 meters tall and has a very tall figure. The most beautiful thing about her is her eyes, which are as watery as Chinese people wear contact lenses. She has light gray eyes. The mysterious gray color seems to bring out the natural beauty of a woman. The charm of Mi Li is full of exotic charm.

She had no expression on her face and said coldly, "Mr. Lu, have you found out who sent those indigenous people?"

Lu Shaoming picked up the milk cup and took a sip. He shook his head politely and nonchalantly, "Not yet."

Leng Zhiyuan put down the steak knife and fork in her hand and snorted coldly. She grew up in Hong Kong and usually spoke Cantonese. Now in the mainland, she spoke awkward Mandarin, "Master Lu, can you do things? If If you can't, Ming said, I will call my people in Hong Kong."

Lu Shaoming glanced at Leng Zhiyuan, "Miss Leng, let me remind you again, this is the mainland, not your territory. You need to calm down."

Leng Zhiyuan met Lu Shaoming's deep and sharp eyes and sneered, "Of course Mr. Lu is calm, because the person lying in the ward now is not your brother."

"Why, Miss Leng's tone sounds like she is very dissatisfied with me?"

"Of course I'm dissatisfied. For a man like Mr. Lu who would even risk his own life for a woman, I seriously doubt your IQ and ability."

Zhou Dayuan listened to the conversation between the two and slowly raised the corners of his lips. Sometimes he felt that Leng Zhiyuan opposite him was still very cute. She was definitely the first person who dared to talk to Lu Shaoming like this.

Lu Shaoming lowered his eyes and continued to cut the steak gracefully. His expression was calm, "Miss Leng, calm down. Even if you are dissatisfied with me, if you want revenge, why don't you have to rely on me?"

"You!" Leng Zhiyuan slapped her palm on the dining table.

Zhou Dayuan was about to eat the poached eggs when the table vibrated with his palm, causing the milk in his milk cup to splash directly onto the poached eggs, "..."

Lu Shaoming glanced sideways at him and raised his eyebrows, which meant---I want you to see a joke!

Zhou Dayuan, “…”

At this time, Leng Zhiyuan suddenly stood up. She grabbed the restaurant from her neck and threw it to the ground. "In that case, I'll take my leave first."

She walked toward the door.

There were four bodyguards standing by the door. Lu Shaoming raised his eyes and glanced at them. The bodyguard immediately reached out to stop Leng Zhiyuan, "Miss Leng, you can't leave."

Leng Zhiyuan looked over and said, "Want to stop me?"

The bodyguard's arm was clasped by Leng Zhiyuan like lightning. There was a "click" and it was broken. Before the bodyguard could react, Leng Zhiyuan threw him over his shoulder and knocked the bodyguard to the ground.

The other three bodyguards came up together, and Leng Zhiyuan passed over with a long leg. Her legs were not inferior to those of men, straight and long, and her tight and straight legs carried a strong force, and she kicked directly over the chests of the three bodyguards.

A crowd of screams rang out. Zhou Dayuan looked back calmly and said with a smile, "The chests of these people were shattered by this kick. The attack was fast and ruthless."

Lu Shaoming's handsome eyebrows furrowed. He put down the knife and fork in his hand, wiped the corners of his mouth with the restaurant, and said slowly, "Miss Leng, have you had enough?"

Leng Zhiyuan put down her legs and stood up straight. The short black T-shirt made her slim and slim, and her buttocks were particularly perky for a woman with a background as an agent. She walked up to Lu Shaoming and put a small hand on his handsome shoulder. , leaned down and said with a smile, "Master Lu, I haven't made enough trouble. What do you want, do you want to have a fight?"

The woman spoke very slowly, and the contempt in her words was obvious. Zhou Dayuan couldn't help laughing.

Lu Shaoming frowned and glanced at him displeased.

Zhou Dayuan shrugged, "Shaoming, she provoked you, don't be polite, let's fight."

Lu Shaoming has a headache, these two...

He lowered his eyes and then opened them again. His eyes accidentally came into contact with the floor-to-ceiling window. A white figure was standing on the lawn outside the window.

Lu Shaoming's pupils shrank.

Ning Qing wore a white down jacket and a pink woolen hat on her head. Her small and delicate face was tightly covered. It was very cold outside. When she inhaled and exhaled, a small cloud of white mist came from the pink and beautiful spit it out of his little mouth.

She was standing on the lawn, looking at him.

Lu Shaoming then remembered that Leng Zhiyuan's hand was still on his shoulder. He moved and avoided it calmly.

When he raised his eyes again, the little figure outside the French window had disappeared.

Lu Shaoming's heart sank and he stood up from his chair. He walked around the dining room and walked into the living room. He glanced out the window several times, but the girl was nowhere to be seen.

"Shaoming, what are you looking for?" Zhou Dayuan asked.

"It's nothing." Lu Shaoming responded uneasily, feeling a little panicked. In fact, he didn't do anything, but she saw Leng Zhiyuan put her arm around his shoulder.

Afraid of her misunderstanding.

Just now, she was alone, small and weak, standing steadily outside the window looking at him.

So quiet, silent, and expressionless.

Lu Shaoming felt physically unwell again, and reason told him that he should stay away from her now, but he had already stretched out his long legs, came to the door, and reached out to open the door.

Did she come alone and now she's back?

Is there a car to take her here?

He was worried.

I want to go out and see her, even the sight of her back is reassuring.

The door of the villa was opened, but there was a person standing on the steps outside. Ning Qing, wearing a white down jacket, was standing outside the door.

Lu Shaoming froze, but he didn't expect that she didn't leave.

She was lowering her eyes, and the two rows of slender eyelashes with butterfly and cicada wings were hanging down quietly, and her two small green hands were placed in front of her, wringing them.