Chapter 1189 The Wife Is in This Presidential Suite

Hotel, presidential suite.

Ning Qing came out of the shower room, wiping her hair with a clean towel in one hand, when a melodious cell phone ringtone sounded, she was on the phone.

"Hello, Xiaotian." She picked up the phone.

Xiaotian's anxious crying voice quickly came over, "Boss Ning, it's bad, Yunlong's concert had an accident, many fans were injured in the stampede."

Ning Qing frowned, "What happened? Stampede?"

When a big-name singer like Liu Yunlong holds a concert, the safety measures inside are the most comprehensive, which can be called three layers inside and outside. It stands to reason that there will be no accidents.

"I don't know what happened. It was fine at first, but Yunlong was like crazy. He rushed into the crowd and grabbed a little fan. What else is his name... Xiaoyi... So those fans also went crazy, everyone squeezed forward desperately, and a stampede occurred."

Xiaoyi?

Ning Qing's delicate eyebrows relaxed, and a bright understanding flashed in her eyes. Keely came to Kyoto. Did Liu Yunlong meet her?

I didn't expect that Kyoto is so big, and I would still meet the people I was supposed to meet.

"How is Yunlong now?"

"Yunlong is resting in the lounge. He is in a very bad condition and his face is very pale. He doesn't respond to me when I talk to him. He just smokes by himself. I'm afraid of his throat..."

"Okay, I got it. I'll send someone to deal with the aftermath. As for Wenlong, I'll rush over later."

"Okay." Xiaotian responded quickly as if she had met a savior.

Ning Qing hung up the phone and threw away the towel. She stood in front of the closet and took out a long dress. Six years ago, she handled the matter between Liu Wenlong and Keely herself. Later, this pair of ill-fated couples separated. This was probably a regret in their hearts, and also a regret in her heart.

She was going to find Liu Wenlong.

Ning Qing began to change her clothes. Her slender white hands untied the waistband of her bathrobe, revealing her soft and beautiful shoulders. Just as she was about to take off her bathrobe, she heard several steady footsteps outside the door, and Zhu Rui's voice, "President, the wife is in this presidential suite."

"Yeah." Someone hummed lightly, and the voice sounded like a low cello, so beautiful that it could make a woman pregnant.

Ning Qing's pupils shrank. Lu Shaoming is here?

He actually came.

The sound of the door opening rang in her ears. Seeing that he was about to come in, Ning Qing looked around and quickly ran barefoot behind the sofa. She squatted down in panic.

She couldn't be found by him.

She sneaked out. If he found her, he would definitely not let her have a good time.

The door opened, and the footsteps on the carpet were light, but steady and powerful.

Ning Qing's eyes were pounding, and she clasped her hands together and prayed, don't see her!

Don't see her!

However, she found that a small part of the white bath belt around her waist was exposed outside the sofa...

Oh no!

She stretched out her little hand and quietly pulled the bath belt.

She pulled it back a little, then a little...

Then, she couldn't pull it anymore.

Ning Qing tried hard, but why couldn't she pull it anymore? It was so strange. At this time, she found that there was a pair of shiny black leather shoes in her sight, and the shoes were stepping on her bath belt.

Ning Qing,...

She slowly raised her little head and looked at the man in front of her. The man stood straight and looked down at her. The hand-made black suit made him look noble and extraordinary.

His dark narrow eyes were deeply focused on her.

"Hehe, hehe, husband..." Ning Qing flattered.