Chapter 310. Ning Qing, Thank You

"So you married me?" Lu Dinghua asked softly.

"Yes," Song Yajing nodded, "Married."

The two danced quietly for a while. Lu Dinghua reached out and touched Song Yajing's hair, "Yajing, the four small steps you danced just now was the second time I saw it."

Song Yajing was immersed in Steven's music when she suddenly stiffened.

"The first time was when I watched you dance outside the dance class. After watching it, I ran home and told my mother, Mom, that girl named Song Yajing, she is my Mrs. Lu."

Song Yajing raised her eyes in disbelief, "You..."

Lu Dinghua smiled and said, "At that time, I didn't want to marry anyone but you, so I chose your Song family among all the ladies. It's a pity that after I married you back, you stopped dancing."

Song Yajing, "..."

"I have been close to several women in the past few years. I know you are not jealous and have not paid attention to them. If you had, you would find that they look very similar to you in some way."

After Song Yajing heard this, she quickly stretched out her hand to hammer him.

Lu Dinghua hugged her into his arms, "Don't get me wrong, as long as the men of our Lu family marry their wives, they can only have her as their wife. Yajing, you have been married for thirty-five years, give me a little tenderness as a woman."

…

Looking at her parents-in-law in the distance, Ning Qing felt really embarrassed this time. Lu Shaoming put his arm around her shoulders. She buried her face in the man's chest and whispered, "Husband, it turns out that parents are really so affectionate." Okay, it looks so embarrassing.”

Lu Shaoming turned around with her, "This is the first time I know that their relationship can be so good. Madam, this is all your credit."

Ning Qing quickly raised her head. Due to the difference in size, she could only look up at his sexy Adam's apple and strong jaw. She squinted her eyes and smiled without being modest at all, "Yes, hubby, your wife is the best. People's hearts are made of flesh. There is no conflict of interest between me and my mother. We are a family. As long as I show my sincerity and filial piety, my mother will definitely accept me when she knows that I am good."

"I know Mom. Sometimes environmental education determines a person's life. Mom has been Mrs. Lu for so many years. She has forgotten that she also has a name called Song Yajing. She can still be herself, as long as I find Mom's softer point. , and then she peeled off her disguise little by little, and my mother was happy, and I will be comfortable in the future. "

Lu Shaoming rubbed her hair lovingly, "How do you know Mom likes Steven?"

"Yingjie told me."

Lu Shaoming paused and quickly retracted the big palm on her shoulder. His thin crimson lips pursed an unhappy line, and he raised his feet to leave.

"Hey, Shaoming!" Ning Qing quickly hugged his arm, and her slender white index finger quietly climbed to the tip of his nose and scratched it, "I lied to you, my uncle told me. Husband, I finally I know, you are jealous of Yingjie, but you are jealous of that kid, you are so embarrassed!"

Lu Shaoming was pestered by her. The girl was softly and softly laughing at him. Her soft body rubbed against his arm like a baby. He felt half softened and his face was a little red.

He ignored her and walked forward.

Ning Qing followed him like a little tail, and the two came to the cake table. Ning Qing smiled proudly and said, "Husband, look at how popular your wife's cake is. Everyone ate them all without wasting any. "

Lu Shaoming frowned, "Why didn't I eat it?"

The first cake my wife made was not for him, he was not the first to taste it, and now he can’t even eat it.

Ning Qing looked at his appearance, covered her mouth and snickered, "Hubby, don't you like desserts?"

Lu Shaoming, "..." ignored her.

Ning Qing took his big hand and led him into the kitchen. There was a small piece of cake on the glass table in the kitchen. Ning Qing picked it up and handed it to the man, "When I was cutting the cake just now, I asked the servant to leave a piece for you. Cake How can I do it without my husband, please give it a try?”

Lu Shaoming took the cake and gave her a "this is pretty much it" look.

Lu Shaoming frowned as he put a piece of cake into his mouth with a small fork.

Ning Qing looked at his expression nervously and asked softly, "Hubby, isn't it delicious?"

Lu Shaoming forked a piece and handed it to her lips, "Try it."

"Oh." Ning Qing opened her mouth.

But he didn't eat it, because Lu Shaoming withdrew his hand and put it in his mouth.

Ning Qing smiled quickly and hit his handsome shoulder with her pink fist, "Honey, give me a bite. I haven't tasted my craftsmanship myself."

Lu Shaoming didn't let her get what she wanted, and quickly settled on a small cake.

Ning Qing was so angry that she stamped her feet, her delicate cheeks puffed up angrily, and after a "hum", she shook her little head away, not looking at him.

Lu Shaoming smiled lowly, approached her, and hugged her from behind, "Are you angry? Because my wife is so good at cooking, my husband ate more."

"Then you can't let me eat at all." Ning Qing expressed that she was very angry.

"Madam, I left some for you." Lu Shaoming stretched out his left hand, and there was a little bit of bread in the cake on his index finger.

Ning Qing took a look and saw that her soft little body was twisting in protest in the man's steely arms, "What? I want to taste the cream."

"The butter is gone, try some bread." Lu Shaoming kissed her little face hard.

Ning Qing had no second choice. A little bit was better than nothing. She opened her mouth and went to eat the bread from the man's fingers.

The bread went into her mouth. It was soft and tasted good. Ning Qing was very satisfied, but she quickly frowned because the man's index finger did not withdraw from her mouth.

"Lu Shaoming!" Ning Qing's face turned red, and she used her hands and feet to break away from his arms. She hid in the corner with wary eyes, "You...what are you doing?"

Lu Shaoming rolled his Adam's apple, "Ning Qing, you haven't forgotten your agreement tonight."

Ning Qing's eyes evaded, her coy expression was girlish, "I haven't forgotten..."

He didn't need to keep reminding her, she would be nervous.

Lu Shaoming stretched out his long legs and approached her, "As long as you haven't forgotten, I just let you get used to it."

Ning Qing wanted to burrow into the ground. The man's clear and oppressive breath was approaching. She clutched the hem of her skirt tightly with her two small hands, feeling extremely nervous.

She was afraid that he would bully her regardless of the occasion.

At this time, "Madam," the servant came over, and did not rush into the kitchen presumptuously, but stood by the door, "Madam, if there is something at the banquet, the old housekeeper will ask Madam to come over and discuss it."

Ning Qing felt like she was being pardoned. She pushed the man's chest away with her delicate white hands and trotted out.

Lu Shaoming was really worried when he saw her running a few steps when she had nothing to do. She was already five months pregnant, and she was not fat at all. She liked to trot when she had nothing to do. He was afraid that she would fall and touch her.

Lu Shaoming stood by the kitchen door, looked at the servant, and asked in a low voice, "Are you sure the candies in the kitchen are correct today?"

The servant secretly raised his eyes and glanced at his young master. The man was wearing a black shirt and trousers, with a low-key luxury watch on his wrist. His chiseled handsome face became more noble and silent in the darkness, showing the extraordinary appearance of a mature man. charm.

The little servant blushed when she saw it. She quickly walked into the kitchen and took out the sugar box. She tasted it and her expression changed, "Master, someone must have made a mistake. The sugar turned into salt."

"Yeah." Lu Shaoming snorted and walked out.

The little servant suddenly thought, Oh no, this is the sugar used in the cakes made by my wife. Are all the cakes salty?

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The birthday party ended successfully, the distinguished guests gradually dispersed, and the family of four saw off Steven's band at the door.

Ning Qing stood next to Lu Shaoming. At this time, she was still very inferior. Her husband and even her parents-in-law spoke fluent French, but she couldn't understand them.

Awkward.

Song Yajing was communicating with the lead singer of the band Steven, "You guys quit the music scene about 20 years ago. I didn't expect to be reunited at my birthday party today. Thank you for bringing me beautiful memories. I had a great time tonight." happy."

The lead singer looked at Ning Qing and smiled and said, "If you want to thank me, just thank this beautiful girl. We didn't plan to come, but this girl came to the door in person several times and said that she wanted to give her mother the best birthday gift. We prepared a special plane and threatened to kidnap us even if we were kidnapped. We were moved by our sincerity and had no choice but to come.”

Ning Qing also roughly knew that they were discussing her. She clasped her hands and bent down, blinked sheepishly and said in English, "I'm sorry for interrupting this time. Thank you for your wonderful singing. Thank you."

Lu Dinghua and Lu Shaoming exchanged a few words with them, and Steven's band left in a special car.

There were servants cleaning the villa, and the four of them stood by the door talking. Song Yajing's eyes lost their usual sternness and became extremely soft. She looked at Ning Qing and said, "Ning Qing, thank you."

This girl said, let her take off her burdens, be a beautiful woman, and enjoy her time... She was really happy tonight.

The days seem to have gone back many years ago, with the armor off and relaxed.

Ning Qing showed a sweet smile, "Mom, you're welcome, today is your birthday, as long as mom is happy."

Song Yajing was moved. She was not a pretentious person, so she asked about business, "Shaoming, Ning Qing, where will you sleep tonight? Do you want to...sleep at home?"

When it came to where to sleep, Ning Qing felt a little guilty.

And unconsciously or not, she saw Lu Dinghua's hand originally resting on Song Yajing's shoulder slide directly to her waist.

Ning Qing suddenly felt uncomfortable. Did she accidentally catch the hint her father-in-law sent to her mother-in-law?

She raised her big, watery eyes and looked at the man beside her, waiting for him to speak.

This is when he speaks.

"Dad, Mom, it's getting late today. Everyone is tired. We are going back to Banmingxuan Villa. You should go to bed early."

Lu Dinghua immediately said, "Okay, then drive carefully."

Lu Shaoming took Ning Qing's little hand and led her into the Bentley. The car started. Ning Qing glanced through the rearview mirror. Song Yajing was standing by the door watching them off. Lu Dinghua directly buckled her belt and she went upstairs.

Song Yajing was a little awkward and pushed, and just when she went up the stairs, Lu Dinghua's lips fell on her face.

Ning Qing quickly looked away. Her breathing quickened and she was thinking, she can't look, she can't look, she has a needle eye!

Unintentionally turning her eyes sideways, her autumn eyes met the man's bright black eyes.