Chapter 323 Do You Miss Me?

Lu Shaoming felt a numbness on his fingertips as he rubbed them in his trouser pockets. The soft and gentle touch of the girl's face was still on them.

He rolled his Adam's apple.

He slowly looked at Zhou Dayuan, raised one arm and rested it on Zhou Dayuan's shoulder. Fang Lang's maturity was fully revealed in the man's eyes, and his thin red lips slightly opened, "Why, are you jealous of me? Who is like you? The woman you want to sleep with is dangling in front of you, but you can't sleep with her. Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Zhou Dayuan avoided him and didn't want to continue this topic with him, "When will you take your wife back to T City?"

Lu Shaoming raised his eyebrows, "Early tomorrow morning."

"Yes," Zhou Dayuan nodded, "I have an operation tomorrow morning, so I won't send you off."

"Okay."

...

Lu Shaoming closed the door of the ward and walked in.

Ning Qing was still bending over to change the quilt. Men like cleanliness, so the things in the ward, especially the quilt, must be changed every day.

Lu Shaoming stood behind the girl, watching her soft white hands move flexibly. Her hair was scattered, and the right hair was tucked behind her ear. Her black hair made her face look like a silver plate, cute and delicate.

His eyes lingered on her little face for a while, then swept down. Her chest circumference had increased a lot, and her belly was also very big after more than nine months, but her legs were still slender and slender.

After watching for a few seconds, he said, "Ning Qing, let's go back to T City tomorrow morning."

Ning Qing focused on the action at hand and responded casually, "Okay, we should go back too, otherwise my parents will be worried. I'll call home later, and you can tell my parents that I'm safe."

The girl had a sweet smile on her face when she spoke, and her sweet voice, the voice of a lady, echoed in his ears.

Lu Shaoming's eyes revealed soft emotions, and he wiped his hands in his trouser pockets, took another step forward, and stuck to her, "Ning Qing."

He called out.

"Hmm?" Ning Qing didn't pay much attention, she was tidying up the sheets.

"Ning Qing." The man called again.

Ning Qing paused and looked sideways slowly. Because she was bending over, she could see the man's black trousers cut like a blade. His right hand with a watch was rubbing in his trouser pocket.

She then noticed that the two of them were very close. Her knees hit the edge of the bed. He stood behind her, and the clear and charming masculine breath surrounded her.

Ning Qing's heart was beating like a drum, but she pretended to be calm and said, "What do you want me to do?"

There was a mirror in front of her, and she looked up secretly.

This glance made her blood surge up. The man standing behind her was tall and straight, well-dressed, but he lowered his eyes and looked down, looking at her buttocks that were raised because of bending over.

She was wearing maternity pants, which were loose at the waist but tight at the calves. Her figure had not changed much, and there was no so-called edema. Wherever it could be thin, it was still thin, and where it should be raised was not vague.

She really didn't expect that he would stand behind her and look at her... There, when her face was hot, the man raised his head, and his handsome eyebrows frowned slightly.

As if he was very uncomfortable.

The two people's sights collided in the mirror. It was obviously the man who did something shameful, but Ning Qing was the one who was panicked.

She threw down the quilt, and wanted to escape with a dodgy look in her eyes, "The quilt is ready, I... go take a shower."

She walked away from him.

But she didn't succeed, because the man took out his big hand from his trouser pocket and circled her belly.

His tall body leaned on her, and her slender back fell into his broad chest, as if he was hugging her.

"Lu Shaoming..." Ning Qing's legs were weak, and her two small hands tried to push his hands.

But her small hands touched something cold and hard, and Ning Qing retracted her hands as if she had been electrocuted. It turned out to be his low-key and expensive watch.

"Why are you so panicked? You are my wife, and I can't hug you?" The man asked with a smile, and a big hand came to her belly.

Ning Qing really didn't want to do it this time. Women all love beauty. He has recovered his memory, and she is always afraid that he will dislike her pregnant appearance.

He used to love her soft waist the most, but now it is gone, no longer 1.6 feet, and she doesn't know the exact size, so she dare not let him touch it.

"Lu Shaoming, don't touch me." Once she thought so in her heart, she said it out loud, and struggled to break free from his arms. She ran out in fear.

After running two steps, her slender wrist was grabbed, and her small body was straightened.

Before Ning Qing could react, her waist was hugged by the man again. He hugged her and took a few steps back. When he stopped, she was forced to retreat to the corner of the wall.

Her back did not hit the wall because the man considerately put his arm under her, fearing that she would bump into something, so he hugged her waist and protected her in his arms.

Ning Qing was so fascinated by his strong and domineering but gentle actions that her cicada-wing eyelashes trembled violently, and her two small hands pushed him.

"Lu Shaoming, what are you doing?"

"Ning Qing, dare you say what you just said again? Who am I to you? You have to bear it when I touch you. You've become so wild when I'm not here, huh?"

The man's impeccable facial features magnified in front of her, Ning Qing felt weak all over, and she never dared to lose her temper in front of Lu Shaoming, fearing the deep and stern look in his eyes.

She bit her pink lips with her fine teeth like scallops, and explained in a low voice, "Shaoming, don't be angry, just now... you scared me, I said something without thinking, I'm sorry."

He took back his hand, stood up, wiped his trouser pocket with one hand, and supported himself on the wall with the other hand, "Ning Qing, how much is sorry worth? Take some practical action."

Ning Qing's breathing was disordered, and her senses were filled with the healthy and charming smell of his body.

When she met his eyes, there were hot flames jumping in his clear black eyes, holding her tightly. His eyes were so unscrupulous, sweeping her eyes and her lips unscrupulously.

The evil charm of a mature man Fang Lang.

Ning Qing knew that he was different. After losing his memory, he would never treat her like this, and force her like this.

She raised her pink fist and hit him, not knowing what she said randomly, "Lu Shaoming, you are so bad, don't be so mean to me... You are so good to me after losing your memory, as long as I pout and act coquettishly... Now I tell you I'm sorry, what else do you want..."

The man lifted her small jaw with two fingers, and her delicate skin was carefully rubbed by his fingertips. He pressed her lips but didn't kiss her, "Since he is so good to you, why do you want me to come back? Do you like me or him? Can he let you do this? You look like you can't stand it before you kiss him."

Ning Qing quickly covered his mouth with her little hand, and she pouted her pink lips, "Don't say it, don't say it..."

Lu Shaoming took her little hand away and laughed twice, "Why can't you say it? You obviously like me now. Ning Qing, tell me, do you miss me? Have you missed me this year?"

Their breaths blended together, their bodies obviously didn't touch, but they were both panting, this feeling was stronger than anything else.

"No, no..." Ning Qing turned her head away and hid in the wall.

But the man chased after her, kissed her lips, and gently rubbed them twice. The man's lips covered with coolness were extremely flexible.

Ning Qing groaned, trembling all over. There was no place to hide. She didn't know where to put her hands. She didn't dare to touch his body. Every inch of his muscle was as hard as a piece of iron.

"Ning Qing, don't lie to yourself. Be good. Tell me quickly, do you miss me?" He opened his mouth and kissed her lips.

Ning Qing couldn't bear it. Her two little hands pulled up the sweater on his waist and abdomen, turned her head quietly, and responded to him immaturely and passionately.

"Yes, Lu Shaoming, I miss you so much."

Lu Shaoming held her waist with both hands and kissed her deeply.

Ning Qing's two little hands clenched his sweater, and she tried to raise her little head to accept his kiss. She really missed him, so much. Sometimes she dreamed of him holding her in his arms, playing with her and kissing her on his chest at midnight, and she would wake up with a red face.

This is the purest hormonal impulse that a mature man gives to a woman.

Ning Qing couldn't even open his eyes. His sweater was wrinkled by her. The feeling was surging in his body. He pushed in gentlemanly, entwined gently and domineeringly, and tasted her sweetness bit by bit like tasting red wine.

There is no specific concept of women. Women can only be called real women in the hands of men.

For Lu Shaoming, any woman in the world can be softened into water in his kiss.

While kissing, a series of mobile phone rings sounded, and the mobile phone in Ning Qing's trouser pocket rang.

Ning Qing trembled, and a small hand pushed him in panic, trying to withdraw herself from his mouth, and the small hand touched the trouser pocket and took out the mobile phone.

When he looked sideways, it was Song Yajing's call.

"Shaoming, it's my mother's call, don't kiss..." Her little face was hot, and she panted and side-glanced to avoid it, but, "Well..." He kissed her forcefully again.

Ning Qing's heart was beating so fast that she couldn't open her eyes. Her whole body was numb. The man who was pressing her didn't care. She clenched her phone tightly, knowing that she was doomed to fail to make a call in this situation.

The sound of their kissing could be heard at once.

She tried to open her eyes a little to see that he had his eyes closed, and his two rows of thick eyelashes, which were more beautiful than a woman's, were quietly drooping, which was very emotional.

Ning Qing was trembling more and more, and the phone was still ringing over and over again, persistently.

She clenched her fists and pushed him away with some force, "Shao Ming, please, don't... Mom and Dad are calling, Mom and Dad are concerned about your health, don't let them worry..."

The man opened his eyes, and there were some bloodshot in his dark eyes, like the seductive color of the treasured red wine. He frowned, impatient in his words, and his voice was hoarse and magnetic, "Why is there so much trouble in a kiss?"

Ning Qing didn't dare to look at his unhappy look, and could only use her slender white fingers to open the answer button of the phone, "Hello, Mom..."

He was still pressing on her, and the voice on the other end of the phone came clearly, "Hello, Qingqing, why did you take so long to answer the phone, I thought something happened... Hey, Qingqing, why are you panting?"

Ning Qing realized that her breathing was disordered and her head was dizzy, as if she had just come down from the clouds.

Her lips were wet, the traces of his kiss. She covered her mouth with her small hands in shame and tried to adjust her breathing, "Mom, it's okay, I just climbed a few flights of stairs..."