Chapter 322: Mr. Lu Returns

Lu Shaoming felt that he had slept for a long time. He was walking alone on the road, not knowing where to go.

A girl suddenly appeared in front of her. Under her slender hair was a small face with bright eyes and white teeth.

The girl saved a man who was injured in the abdomen. She covered the man's wound with her little hands and shed crystal tears for him. She told him...my name is Ning Qing.

The scene turned. Outside the Civil Affairs Bureau, in a Bentley, a man in a suit and tie held a girl in a red sweater in his arms and kissed her intimately. He called her...Mrs. Lu.

Finally, we arrived in a bedroom. The rose petals on the bed were crushed, and the girl's milk-white body exuded a soft fragrance. The man held her down, and the girl cried and hugged him... Lu Shaoming, I finally became your woman.

There was a voice in my ears, from far to near, repeating, "Master Lu, it's time for you to wake up."

Lu Shaoming slowly opened his eyes. The sunlight outside the window shone warmly on him. There were figures shaking in front of his eyes. Lu Shaoming looked at them one by one, Bill, Jian Han, Zhou Dayuan...

Moving his eyes to the left, his eyes were fixed on a girl, exactly the same as in the dream.

Ning Qing felt her eyes were wet. She reached up to cover her mouth, only to realize that her fingertips were covered with tears. The man was looking at her without blinking.

She slowly stepped forward and squatted down.

Her trembling little hands slowly climbed up the man's handsome face, and she kissed his lips, her voice trembling, "Shaoming, who am I?"

The man was silent for a few seconds and said softly, "Little madam."

…

Ning Qing still couldn't believe that Lu Shaoming had recovered his memory. She was sitting on a chair, peeling apples with a fruit knife, but her eyes kept glancing at the man.

Lu Shaoming was sitting on the bed, with his handsome back leaning against the head of the bed. His two long legs were resting on the edge of the bed casually and lazily. There was an elegance and nobility in the silence.

He was reading a newspaper, the New York Financial News. When the newspaper was brought, she glanced at it and saw four words, which she didn't understand.

But he looked at it seriously, holding the newspaper with his clear-cut fingers, his clear eyebrows lowered, looking attentively, with the mature charm of a 31-year-old man.

Although he didn't speak, Ning Qing knew that he was different. After losing his memory, he was her loving husband and her loyal dog man. But now that he has recovered, the murderous majesty that has been immersed in the shopping mall these years has become clear again. He came out so that Ning Qing didn't dare to look at him.

Sometimes she was really like this. When she first got married, she didn't dare to look at him. She couldn't stand the resolute and cold aura on his body, and she didn't even dare to touch the expensive watch on his wrist.

He was too deep, and she was as simple as a blank sheet of paper in front of him.

"Has the apple been peeled?" When Ning Qing was lost in thought, the man on the bed suddenly spoke.

Ning Qing's eardrums were numbed by the low-alcoholic voice and the unhurried speaking speed.

He didn't look at her as he spoke, his eyes still on the newspaper.

"Oh, it's done." Ning Qing felt her face was a little hot. She hurriedly got up, came to the bedside, and handed the apple to the man.

The man glanced at the apple, then raised his eyes to look at her. His eyes were clear and bright, very beautiful. He frowned slightly and asked in a low voice, "Did you peel it?"

Ning Qing lowered her eyes and her face turned red. She had just peeked at him, and she had peeled the apple like a puppy biting it. It was extremely ugly.

"I... I'll dig another one." Ning Qing stumbled and turned around quickly.

But her slender wrists were clasped.

"Just now, you peeked at me, huh?" He said these six short words with three pauses, and with an obviously teasing smile.

Did he find out?

Ning Qing was so embarrassed that she couldn't raise her head. She twisted her wrist and hummed as thin as a mosquito. She made up her mind and told a little lie, "No."

The man didn't say anything. He turned his big palm slightly, and his thinly callused fingertips directly scraped the delicate skin on her wrist.

Ning Qing's body trembled, and her face instantly became hot.

What does he do?

For some reason, he regained his memory, and the two of them were no longer as casual and intimate as before. They really looked like a couple who had been separated for more than a year.

But for husband and wife, a little separation is better than a newlywed. The relationship between men and women will create a burst of sparks. The love before the window paper is pierced is the most unbearable.

She bit her pink lip with her scallop-like teeth, and glanced at him with her big, watery eyes, "What are you doing?"

The next second, the apple in his hand was snatched away, and the warmth on his wrist suddenly disappeared. "What do you think I am going to do?"

The man took a bite of the apple.

Ning Qing, "..." He did it on purpose, cliffhanger!

…

When it was time to eat, the two of them did not go out to eat. The food was cooked directly in the hospital's canteen and was delivered by a dedicated person.

Ning Qing picked up a spoon and scooped up a little soup, and wanted to pour it into the rice, but then the man next to her spoke, "Ning Qing, don't mix the rice with the soup."

Ning Qing's little hands froze. After becoming pregnant, she had a strong taste. Rice alone felt tasteless, so she always mixed rice with soup.

Lu Shaoming refused to give in at first, complaining of indigestion, but she pouted aggrievedly, and the man surrendered.

Now the man around me won’t let you!

Ning Qing glanced sideways at him. The man was wearing a white shirt and a navy blue sweater. His features were as deep as a chisel. He held his chopsticks in a pen-like posture and looked at her calmly.

Ning Qing knew that her good days were coming to an end. Some of the things she said were not nonsense. This man was very serious. She had never acted coquettishly with him since they got married.

"I know." She lowered her long eyelashes like butterflies and cicada wings, not daring to act coquettishly. She only dared to swallow the soup on the spoon and then ate a small mouthful of rice with chopsticks.

The girl ate rice delicately with her pink lips, and refused to look up or pick up her chopsticks to eat the food. She looked extremely aggrieved.

Lu Shaoming's eyes gradually softened, and he picked up a meatball and put it in her bowl.

The girl raised her eyelids, but refused to look at him. Her voice was soft and harmless, "I don't want to eat meatballs."

After saying this, she heard the man put down his chopsticks, and the fresh breath around her approached. She was startled and hurriedly said, "Don't be angry, can't I eat it?"

Her cheeks were wet, and tears came down.

She had been spoiled by Lu Shaoming for the past few months, and pregnant women are sensitive and fragile. She was about to give birth, so how could she bear him treating her like this.

The grievance in her heart caused her nose to be sour, and she couldn't control her tears.

The man took the small bowl in front of her, and he picked up the spoon, put some meatballs on the rice, and fed it to her mouth, "Open your mouth."

Ning Qing was stunned for a moment, was he going to feed her?

She slowly opened her mouth and ate the rice he fed her.

"Is it delicious?" the man asked.

Ning Qing lowered her eyes and chewed the rice. In the corner of her eyes, she saw the white shirt on his wrist. The cuffs of the shirt were buttoned, clean and crisp. The hand that had just pinched the financial newspaper was now holding a spoon to feed her.

"Yeah, it's delicious." The depressed emotions in her heart disappeared without a trace, and Ning Qing nodded vigorously.

The man's big hand came to her face and gently wiped away her tears, "Why are you crying?"

Ning Qing sniffed her nose and raised her eyes. The man was frowning his handsome eyebrows and teaching her seriously, "Soup with rice is not a good habit. You are a mother now, you can't be willful anymore. I didn't criticize you, I was just pointing out your mistakes. Don't cry, okay?"

The man's black and white pupils were clear and distinct, and the stars in the sky were still flashing in them. When a man like this looks at you quietly, it is easy to create a false impression of tenderness, especially when he teaches you seriously, like treating his beloved daughter.

Ning Qing couldn't stand this feeling. Her heartbeat accelerated and she was immersed in his eyes.

Not knowing what he was saying, she just nodded stupidly.

The man wiped her tears, but his palm did not leave. Under his fingertips was her skin that became whiter and more delicate because of pregnancy, a small widow's peak, and a tender and delicate little face.

His eyes darkened a few layers, and his thumb turned and pressed directly on her delicate lips.

Ning Qing regained consciousness quickly. His movements were very gentle, gently caressing her lips. She could even feel his deep and clear fingerprints.

Ning Qing blushed and quickly lowered her eyes, not daring to look at his eyes at this moment, even though she missed his eyes so much this year.

Lu Shaoming really came back, no longer anxious and rude. The 31-year-old gentleman man was very good at stirring up emotions.

But Ning Qing fluttered her eyelashes twice, a little hesitant. She had a question to ask him, but she didn't know how to ask it. Did he... remember what happened this year?

She promised that she would not forget him.

She also loved that Lu Shaoming.

The temperature in the ward rose a few degrees again. At this time, there was a knock on the door. The door was half open, and Zhou Dayuan leaned against the door and smiled, "If you don't eat, the food will get cold."

Ning Qing was very embarrassed. She held his big hand with her little hand and pulled it down, then took the small bowl in his hand and ate obediently.

Compared to the girl's nervousness, Lu Shaoming raised his sword-like eyebrows and stood up slowly. He wiped his trouser pocket with one hand, and his deep and unmoving eyes swept towards the door.

…

Lu Shaoming and Zhou Dayuan were standing by the door talking. Zhou Dayuan glanced into the ward. The girl had finished her meal and was standing by the bed folding the quilt.

"Have you seen enough? If you have seen enough, take your eyes away." Lu Shaoming said lightly.

Zhou Dayuan took his eyes away and looked at the handsome and noble eyebrows of the man. He smiled, "Okay, you still know how to be jealous of me. It seems that you haven't lost the memory of this year."

Lu Shaoming's eyebrows did not move, and he glanced at him, "To use your words, take care of yourself."

That day he teased him and Jian Han, and Zhou Dayuan replied him "Take care of yourself", and now Lu Shaoming returned it intact.

Zhou Dayuan shrugged helplessly. He had gotten used to Lu Shaoming's cold temper over the years. He stepped forward and laughed softly, "Why, are you still used to it? You have spoiled your wife so much over the past year. And," Zhou Dayuan gave Lu Shaoming a manly look, "You can't even hold back when having a meal. How are you going to spend tonight? Let me remind you, your wife is nine and a half months pregnant. Be careful with sex."