Chapter 81 Don't Worry, It's Fake

"When she was 12, she knew how to care for others. Once, I accidentally cut my hand. She cried for a long time and kept hugging me and saying, Junxi brother, Qingqing will blow on you and it won't hurt... Hehe."

"When she was 14, she had her menstrual period and was scared. I bought her sanitary napkins and shorts. She came out of the bathroom with tears on her face. I hugged her and kissed her little face for the first time..."

Lu Shaoming listened, and the cold arc at the corner of his mouth became even more severe. He interrupted him, "Mr. Xu, if you want to reminisce about the past, then you have the wrong person? For me, I am more curious about why you are with Ning Yao now since you have so many memories with Ning Qing?"

Xu Junxi was still trapped in that beautiful past, but Lu Shaoming's words "Ning Yao" shattered all his dreams and he returned to reality.

He looked at Lu Shaoming. The man's eyes were not sarcastic, but very cold and indifferent. In fact, he said this to make him jealous, but Lu Shaoming didn't.

Maybe in his world, he is not enough to be his opponent.

This feeling of being ignored is too annoying. Xu Junxi laughed in anger, "Yes, I am sorry for Ning Qing. I was the first to fall in love with Ning Yao. The deeper the love, the heavier the hurt, so Ning Qing is so determined to me now. But I was injured while saving her just now, and she cried for me. A woman can't help crying for a man. Mr. Lu, you don't understand what this means, right?"

"Besides, in front of grandma, Ning Qing's point of view is very clear. You are just an outsider, and I am his fiancé, forever!"

Lu Shaoming stood up, frowned his heroic eyebrows, and smiled indifferently, "Mr. Xu, just say what you want to say. "

"What I want to say is that Ning Qing still loves me in her heart. You, Mr. Lu, just took advantage of the situation. You appeared by her side when she was the most lonely and needed company the most. She accepted you and let it go, but this has nothing to do with love. You are the product of Ning Qing's control of the void, and you are my substitute!"

Lu Shaoming's face remained calm. After three seconds of silence, he said, "Even if what Mr. Xu said is right, what does it matter? I am willing. Mr. Xu, is it your business?"

"You!" Xu Junxi thought that what he said just now was very serious. Any man with pride and self-esteem would be hurt, not to mention that Lu Shaoming is such a man.

But he just said three words lightly - I am willing??

"Heh, Mr. Lu, although you say that, do you really not mind in your heart? I am the only one in Ning Qing's life for 20 years, and I was her fiancé!"

"Yes," Lu Shaoming nodded calmly, took a step closer to Xu Junxi, with a bit of playfulness on his lips, "Mr. Xu just needs to know that he is the ex, you have Ning Qing's past, but I have her present and future. Thank you Mr. Xu for taking care of her for 20 years, and wait for her to bloom like a flower and send her to be my Lu Shaoming's woman."

"...", Xu Junxi clenched his fists. For the first time, he found that Lu Shaoming and Ning Qing were really a good match to some extent. They were both so eloquent.

"Shaoming, why are you here?" When the two men's eyes collided, Ning Qing came over.

Lu Shaoming stepped back two steps, looked back, Ning Qing had walked to his side, stretched out her hand and held his arm, "Shaoming, I have been looking for you for a long time, I want to go to my old room to find two books, you accompany me."

"Yes." Lu Shaoming followed Ning Qing.

Xu Junxi's eyes quickly fell into a layer of haze. From beginning to end, Ning Qing did not look at him.

Ning Qing looked at Lu Shaoming with such gentle and focused eyes. Such eyes once belonged to him, but now she gave them to another man.

Lu Shaoming's words "Wait for her to bloom like a flower and send her to be my Lu Shaoming's woman" echoed in his ears. He felt like he was frying in a frying pan. Did she and Lu Shaoming do it?

Thinking of her soft figure when dancing and her delicate and beautiful little face, he couldn't imagine her being as charming as a witch when she was enjoying herself under other men.

He didn't believe it. He didn't believe that Lu Shaoming really didn't mind his existence.

Walking into Ning Qing's room, the things in the room had been moved almost, but the pink wallpaper, the milky white dressing table... these made Lu Shaoming feel a youthful girlish atmosphere.

Lu Shaoming glanced at it casually, and his sight finally fixed on a cabinet with a glass window. He walked closer and saw a music box on the top counter.

He opened it and the pleasant music of the silver bell inside rang.

"Don't listen!" Ning Qing came over and stretched out her little hand to cover the music box.

Lu Shaoming looked at the girl's evasive eyes and chuckled, "What's wrong? Is this a gift from Xu Junxi?"

Ning Qing didn't know how to answer, but she knew she must not tell the truth, "No!" The girl who had never lied blushed.

"Heh." Lu Shaoming didn't force it, stepped to the window, took out a cigarette from his trouser pocket, and lit it with a lighter.

He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled the smoke from his thin lips. The music box was engraved with ·Q, the initials of Xu Junxi and Ning Qing's names, and he saw it clearly.

There were 4 layers in the cabinet, and there were several gifts on the counters on each layer. He counted them with his eyes, 1, 2...18, a total of 18 pieces, which should be the birthday gifts Xu Junxi gave her every year.

Gifts are gifts, in fact, she didn't need to lie.

"Shaoming, are you angry?" Ning Qing walked to the man and explained in a low voice, "Xu Junxi's head bled today to save me, so I hugged his head. There is no other meaning. Grandma was upset today. It is not convenient for me to tell grandma about you. I will tell her when the opportunity is right."

Lu Shaoming's handsome face was hazy in the smoke. He put one hand in his trouser pocket and supported the other hand on the windowsill. His slender and upright posture was heroic.

Ning Qing was particularly nervous when the man was silent. He was always unfathomable and she didn't know what he was thinking.

"Shaoming," Ning Qing bravely stood in front of him, her two small hands hesitantly hugged his sturdy waist and abdomen, and said in a soft voice, "Don't be angry, okay, there is really nothing between Xu Junxi and me."

"Yeah." Lu Shaoming took another puff of cigarette and responded with an ambiguous meaning.

Ning Qing didn't know how to coax him. He had never ignored her before, and now he was even unwilling to look up at her.

As expected, she had been held in his palm for too long, and was thrown to the ground all of a sudden. This was very uncomfortable.

When a man smokes, he will half-close his narrow eyes, with star-like flames jumping between his slender fingers. When he exhales smoke, his two thin lips are slightly open, and the lip path is very sexy.

Because she is in front of him, he probably fears choking her, so he always smokes facing the window, leaving only half of his angular and handsome profile for her.

Ning Qing's mouth is very dry, and she licks her dry red lips with her little pink tongue. She hugs his neck, stands on tiptoes and says, "Shao Ming, I'm sorry, don't be angry with me, can I kiss you?"

The man didn't answer, but his lower abdomen was straight.

Ning Qing held his handsome face, closed her eyes and kissed him.

She hoped that he would calm down as soon as possible. Every time she made a mistake, he liked her to kiss him. Now she has given enough meaning.

After kissing for two minutes, Ning Qing couldn't hold on any longer. The man didn't move, and she seemed to be performing a one-man show.

In fact, she missed his strong arms around her waist.

She secretly opened her eyes to look at him, and this look was like a basin of cold water pouring from her head to her feet.

He never closed his eyes, and there was no trace of love in his dark and deep narrow eyes. He was looking at her with a cold but sharp gaze, sizing her up.

Ning Qing felt extremely embarrassed.

She let go of his neck and said angrily, "If you don't want to kiss, forget it. I'm leaving."

Ning Qing turned around and trotted to the door.

But after running two or three steps, a strong arm was buckled around her slender waist. The man exerted force, and she immediately crashed into his handsome and warm embrace.

Ning Qing's nose felt sore, and she struggled quickly, "Lu Shaoming, you are too bullying, I won't play with you anymore, let me go!"

"Are you angry?" The man's low and mellow voice was hoarse. He kissed her hair hard from behind, over and over again, and went around her crystal earlobes, "You don't know what you did wrong? You kissed me for two minutes, is this your patience with me?"

Ning Qing trembled violently, his strength was so strong, and the hot and spicy words were spit into her ears. She could feel the strong masculine power he burst out.

"I'm not wrong, I'm very open-minded, you're narrow-minded, Xu Junxi and I are in the past, why don't you believe it?"

As soon as the voice fell, Ning Qing's shoulders on both sides were clasped, and the whole person was turned over, and the red lips were blocked the next second.

Ning Qing felt dizzy from the kiss. When she was almost out of breath, Lu Shaoming let her go. He held her small jaw. He was panting, "Do you really not have Xu Junxi in your heart? Okay, prove it to me."

The man's eyes were a little red, and his usually clear pupils were stained with some color of Mi Li. Ning Qing was frightened by the strong power emanating from him and became weak, "You, what do you want to do?"

Lu Shaoming said hoarsely, "You are not interested in Xu Junxi, but he is interested in you. He is outside the door now. Be with me, let him give up."

Be with him?

Ning Qing widened her eyes and forgot to react.

Looking at the girl's panic, Lu Shaoming steadied his breathing, his eyes were filled with heartache and pity, and a big hand held the back of her head, "Don't worry, it's fake, huh?"

Lu Shaoming kissed her again.

Ning Qing clenched his shirt collar with her two small hands, looking at his two rows of long eyelashes that were more beautiful than a woman's, she closed her eyes, if this could make him feel at ease, she was willing to cooperate.

She wanted to live a good life with him.

She liked him, even though he was not gentle at all today, not his usual gentlemanly and elegant appearance, but she also liked his simple and rough kiss, and loved his tyrannical and overbearing power.

She liked him to be jealous.

Ning Qing slowly hooked his neck and responded immaturely, but soon...

This big liar who was getting more and more greedy!

Xu Junxi's head was in a daze. He saw that Lu Shaoming and Ning Qing had not come out since they entered the room. He was like a fool, like a voyeur who was voyeuristic, and he was lingering outside the door.

He wanted to know what they were doing in there, and he wanted to know madly.

He stopped and put one hand on the door handle. The door opened a crack. He looked in and his body instantly stiffened like a sculpture.

He heard Ning Qing crying softly. He had had many women, and he knew that this kind of crying was uncontrollable, painful and happy.

Lu Shaoming stood up, and he heard the sound of metal belts. Ning Qing seemed to be wearing a pair of white pencil pants tonight, and the pencil pants were torn off and thrown beside the bed.

Xu Junxi let go of the door handle, and he turned away in a daze. He felt as if his heart was pierced by a sharp blade. There was no blood, but it hurt him so much that it tore his heart apart.

Lu Shaoming was right. The girl he had protected for 20 years was now someone else's woman.

He was so ridiculous, really so ridiculous!

After taking two steps, Ning Yao came over. Seeing Xu Junxi's dazed look, Ning Yao hurried forward to support his arm and said, "Junxi, what's wrong with you?"

Xu Junxi laughed twice, his laughter was hollow. He put one arm on Ning Yao's shoulder, a little decadent, "Yaoyao, do you have any wine at home? Have a couple of drinks with me."

"Okay." Ning Yao agreed happily.

Ten minutes later, in the room.

Lu Shaoming tied a metal belt and sat on the edge of the bed. Ning Qing leaned against the head of the bed tremblingly. Her hair, which had been tied up, had just been rubbed loose by him, and all of it was scattered on her shoulders.

She was in a mess, hiding herself completely in the quilt. Under the quilt, her blue lace shirt was pushed to her pink neck, and the buttons of her small shirt were torn, half hanging on her shoulders.

She looked as shameful as she could be.

Lu Shaoming's face was no longer calm. His heroic brows were slightly frowned, with a bit of irritation. He looked at the watch on his wrist. Ten minutes, a very failed and bad experience.

He glanced at the girl from the side. There were still tears in the corners of her eyes. She looked pitiful. She was crying because he bullied her just now.

"Ning Qing, I'm sorry, just now, I couldn't control myself." Lu Shaoming apologized hoarsely.

Ning Qing curled up tighter, not ashamed to look at him. After looking at him, she didn't know what to say. She couldn't scold him. He was her husband.

But she felt wronged. They had agreed in advance that it was fake, but he did too much.

She was in so much pain and crying so much, but he seemed to be out of control and refused to stop.

Thinking of this, tears in Ning Qing's eyes fell again.

Lu Shaoming was helpless when he saw her crying. He leaned forward, stretched out his hand to wipe her tears, and coaxed her softly, "Ning Qing, don't cry, I'm a bastard, but I didn't really..."

"Don't touch me!" Ning Qing felt his hand coming and shrank back cautiously like a frightened bird.

"Okay, okay, I won't touch!" Lu Shaoming raised his hands.

The man really didn't touch her, and didn't say anything. Time seemed to stand still. Ning Qing sobbed and cried by herself. The more she cried, the more she felt wronged. Now that he was asked not to touch her, he knew not to touch her. What had he done before?

She looked up at him, and the man was looking at her tenderly and pityingly. His face was a little unnatural, and his ears were still red.

Ning Qing wanted to laugh again. This man had always been calm and composed, but it was the first time she saw him so embarrassed and at a loss.

It was very novel.

He didn't speak, and she didn't speak either. The atmosphere was just stiff.

He was fully clothed, but she... She looked at the white pencil pants beside the bed, which he had just pulled off. She was only wearing a pair of panties under the quilt...