Chapter 427 Yifan

Ning Qing held little Jinwen and placed him by the French window, letting him bask in the sun, "The result is that Zhou Zhilei won't let me participate in the red wine competition."

"Heh..." Lu Shaoming laughed.

Ning Qing turned around and pressed her slender back against the French window. Her hair lazily curled up, and she raised her hand to let go of the fishbone braid that he had messed up. Then she put her green and white hands through the shimmering waves. She glanced at the man, "What are you laughing at?"

He just wanted to laugh at her.

Lu Shaoming looked at her sideways, and those curly and tangled hair lazily draped over her small shoulders. The gorgeous sunlight outside the window gave her a layer of gold, and the woman's whole body was full of water.

"Do you want me to help?" he asked.

Ning Qing looked at his desk. Under a document was a red invitation letter. Ning Qing didn't need to guess that it was an invitation letter from Zhou's red wine competition.

Zhou's red wine competition is well-known at home and abroad. This kind of invitation letter is not something that ordinary rich and powerful people can get.

The invitation to red wine is naturally from the real aristocracy.

The nobility flowing from the blood.

Like Lu Shaoming.

Ning Qing showed a charming smile and half-jokingly said, "No need, I have my own way to enter the red wine competition, but if Lu Shao is interested, don't forget to vote for me on the day of the red wine competition."

Lu Shaoming glanced at her legs, so white that his whole body hurt, "Okay," he nodded, and his deep eyebrows showed a mature Fang Lang, "Come and bribe me."

"What?" Ning Qing didn't understand for a while.

Lu Shaoming extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray and exhaled the last puff of smoke, "I only accept beauty traps."

Ning Qing understood, she rolled her eyes at him directly, and kept talking about her old business every three sentences, cesium ghost!

Ignoring him, Ning Qing turned sideways to talk to Xiao Jinwen.

At this time, a low and angry voice sounded in her ears, "Ning Qing!" Footsteps came, and her slender right arm was lifted up.

"Ning Qing, your leg is injured? How did it get injured?"

Just now she was standing sideways, and his eyes lingered on her, especially her legs, so he naturally noticed her injury.

Ning Qing saw that his face was gloomy, and hurriedly explained, "I... I accidentally rubbed against the stone pillar when I was walking, and broke a little skin, it's okay."

"You said it's okay, so it's okay?" Lu Shaoming glanced at her, took out his mobile phone and called Zhu Rui.

Zhu Rui knocked on the door quickly and brought a medical kit.

When Xiao Jinwen saw the office door open, he grabbed Zhu Rui's trouser leg and refused to let go, "Uncle... play..."

He wanted to go out and play.

The office was stuffy.

Zhu Rui looked at Lu Shaoming for instructions.

Lu Shaoming took the medical kit, waved his right hand, and asked Zhu Rui to take Xiao Jinwen out to play for a while.

"Awoo..." Xiao Jinwen cheered.

...

There were only two people left in the office. Ning Qing sat on the sofa, and the man squatted on one knee in front of her. He rolled up his shirt sleeves, took the alcohol ball with his well-defined big hand, and treated her wound.

Ning Qing saw that he looked unhappy, and coaxed him softly, "Hubby, don't be angry. Today I met a grandma. The amulet in her hand was blown away by the wind. I helped her pick it up, but I ran too fast."

"Well," the man snorted, without looking up, his movements were focused and gentle, afraid of hurting her, "You are kind, helping the grandma, that is a stone pillar, if you run too fast and a car comes, then I will lose my wife?"

Don't blame him for being narrow-minded, but he is still scared.

I heard from Dayuan that during the time when he lost his memory, she rushed to the street to save a child in the UK with a big belly of more than 8 months.

He only has this one wife, and he is afraid that she will suddenly disappear.

He can't afford it.

Ning Qing felt soft in her heart. She had never felt that this man looked so cute when he was angry. She stretched out her two small hands and touched his face, "Hubby, I'm fine, you can't curse me."

Lu Shaoming pursed his lips, stopped talking, put down the cotton swab, and put two band-aids on her wound.

It's done.

Wrapping her little hand in his palm, he looked up, his bright eyes full of tenderness, "Madam, don't do it again, ok? You are not alone now, you have a son and a husband, so protect yourself well."

"Yes." Ning Qing nodded vigorously.

Lu Shaoming glanced at her delicate red lips, lowered his eyes to look at her legs, and gently pressed her wound with his rough thumb, "Does it hurt?"

"No."

The next second, a gentle kiss fell on her wound, the man kissed her.

Even if she was only slightly injured, all his heartache and pity were in it.

"Husband..." She was moved.

Although she was moved, Ning Qing slowly realized that something was wrong. The man did not leave her legs after kissing her wound. His lips brushed her fair skin and kept going up.

Until her red skirt was lifted up.

Ning Qing's face flushed, and she quickly reached out to push him, "No!" She struggled, using her hands and feet to roll off the sofa.

The floor was covered with thick and soft carpet, so rolling down was not painful at all.

Ning Qing was terrified. There was a ten-year age gap between her and him. She had been trained by him to be a little more relaxed in the past month, but now... he was still within her acceptable range.

Lu Shaoming looked at the little pink ball on the carpet and frowned. His lips were dry, and the man's crimson lips showed deep lines. He licked his lips with his tongue, looking wild and ruffian.

He was also unhappy, "You are afraid of this too?"

Ning Qing looked at his handsome face and spoke haltingly, "I...I, you...don't mess around."

Lu Shaoming had no choice but to stand up and hold her horizontally, "Why are you still like this? There is no fun at all."

Ning Qing nestled in his arms, knowing that he was dissatisfied, but she was really ashamed and had a strong sense of shame.

At this time, her buttocks tightened, and his big hand covered it and pinched it.

Ning Qing's body stiffened, not daring to make him unhappy, but she couldn't help but put her two small hands on his broad shoulders, trying to push him away a little.

Every time at this time, his strong and fragrant manly smell was particularly strong, and his deep eyes stared at you motionlessly, like a fierce tiger and lion on the grassland.

That time, Xiao Jinwen was in the living room, separated by a hollow flower board, and in the dining room, he turned off the lights and...

Maybe there is no "shame" in his dictionary.

Lu Shaoming put her back on the sofa. At this time, there was a knock on the door. "Daddy, Mommy..." Little Jinwen stumbled in.

Zhu Rui brought a plate in his hand, "President, Madam, it's time for lunch."

"Well, leave it here." Lu Shaoming reached out and hugged Little Jinwen, looking at Ning Qing, "Let's have dinner together here before going back to the studio."

It would have been fine if he didn't mention "studio". As soon as he mentioned Ning Qing, she jumped up from the sofa and said, "No, it's too late. I forgot that I have another notice. I'm leaving first..."

Ning Qing ran away.

"Madam, let's have dinner first..." Zhu Rui wanted to keep her, but Ning Qing's figure soon disappeared.

"President, Madam..." Zhu Rui turned around and wanted to speak, but when he saw his president's face, he was no different from a black pot.

Zhu Rui quickly shut up.

...

Eight days later.

Zhou Zhilei was waiting to pick someone up at the airport.

She kept looking inside, with a look of joy and excitement on her face. She was going to meet James, the world's top red wine critic and a partner of Zhou's Winery.

Zhou Heng stood not far away, and he was whispering with his housekeeper. Zhou Zhilei was proud. She had been begging Zhou Heng for a long time before Zhou Heng agreed to her meeting with James.

She must perform well this time when she meets James and let everyone look at her with new eyes.

Zhou Zhilei was bored. She looked around the airport hall and suddenly saw "The Lurker" playing on the LCD screen in the hall.

It was a dance scene in a cabaret, and red wine was naturally indispensable. Zhou Zhilei's pupils shrank, and the screen was scanning a bottle of red wine---Yifan.

Yifan?

Zhou Zhilei chewed these two words in her heart.

Even though she hated and envied Ning Qing, she had to admit the popularity of "The Lurker". There were not many product placements in this drama, but each one was a well-known international brand.

This Yifan red wine…

Zhou Zhilei searched in her mind, she had never heard of it, could it be the latest red wine brand?

What is the relationship between Yifan and Ning Qing?

Zhou Zhilei felt confused, she had a very bad premonition.

At this time, "Wow..." a scream, a group of high-level white-collar workers dragging suitcases walked past Zhou Zhilei, everyone was looking at the LCD screen and discussing enthusiastically---

"Has anyone among you bought Yifan red wine? I heard that this Yifan red wine is a red wine brand founded by Ning Qing himself, and Ning Qing is going to open a winery."

"We didn't buy it. I checked it on my mobile phone before getting off the plane. The order for this Yifan red wine has been suppressed by one million copies."

"Yes, Yifan has not been officially launched yet, but I heard that at a charity gala a few days ago, Ning Qing entertained the bigwigs and the upper class in the industry with Yifan red wine, and everyone praised it. "

"I started pursuing Ning Qing three years ago, and I didn't expect that Ning Qing's development speed would soar like a rocket in the past three years. Ning Qing has a wide network of contacts in the entertainment industry, and opening a winery is simply a matter of course. It's great, my Ning Qing is going to reach a higher level again, and I will always support her. "...

Zhou Zhilei clenched her hands hanging by her side into fists. What she guessed just now was confirmed. Yifan is Ning Qing's original red wine brand.

Ning Qing is going to open a winery?

Zhou Zhilei glanced at the assistant beside her with a gloomy look, "Tell me, what's going on?"

The assistant was terrified by her stare, and quickly said, "Miss, just a few days ago, "The Lurker" had a product placement advertisement for Yifan red wine. This drama was already popular, and Yifan was popular as soon as it entered the public eye. Later, it was learned that Yifan was... Ning Qing's original brand, and the fans' enthusiasm rose again. In the past three years, Ning Qing's Weibo fans have exceeded 100 million. According to statistics, there are nearly 1 million online orders alone, and Yifan has not yet entered the formal promotion process. If it is promoted, the future... is immeasurable."

Immeasurable?

Zhou Zhilei's whole face was covered with haze, as if the sky was about to hail.

"And..." The assistant didn't dare to continue.

"And what, tell me!"