Chapter 386 Is This a Beating? Does It Hurt?

Lu Shaoming was driving. He looked at his watch and saw that it was already one o'clock in the morning.

There were no cars on the street. Only couples could be seen on the roadside, hugging each other and running in the direction of the hotel.

He glanced sideways at the passenger seat. The little woman was asleep, curled up in the seat like a kitten. She was covered with his black coat, only revealing a small face whose blush had not faded.

Lu Shaoming raised the corners of his lips, his eyebrows were content and gentle.

The Bentley parked outside the Ning family villa. Lu Shaoming got out of the car, opened the passenger door, bent down and took the little woman out.

He rang the doorbell.

Someone soon came out of the villa, it was Ning Zhenguo who was wearing pajamas. Ning Zhenguo opened the door and was startled when he saw Lu Shaoming, "Shaoming, why are you and Qingqing coming back so late? Come in quickly."

Lu Shaoming walked in with Ning Qing in his arms.

The pavilion in the villa has the warmth and warmth of home, and there is a dim yellow wall lamp in the living room, which is elegant to the eye.

At this time, Yue Wanqing put on a piece of clothing and came down the stairs, "Shaoming, why are you so late? Qingqing called me three or four hours ago and hung up again. I was still worried."

Because it was early in the morning, they spoke to each other in hushed tones, which created a lot of warmth in such an environment.

Lu Shaoming chuckled softly, "Dad, Mom, today is the holiday. I took Ning Qing out to play for a while. The call may have been dialed accidentally, but it was hung up again. Don't worry."

Yue Wanqing nodded. She looked at Ning Qing, who was sleeping soundly. "Is Qingqing asleep? Shaoming, please carry Qingqing upstairs. It's getting late, let's all go to bed."

"Okay." Lu Shaoming carried Ning Qing upstairs.

Entering the room, her room still looked like one in my memory. She was very girly. He bent down and put her on the soft bed. The little woman didn't open her eyes, rolled over and fell asleep on the bed.

Lu Shaoming saw that there was a baby's cradle next to the bed, with light yellow wood paint, light blue quilt, and a small gauze mosquito net hanging on it.

No need to think about it, it must be his son Lu Jinwen.

Xiao Jinwen was not in the crib, Ning Qing was not at home, and Yue Wanqing took her to sleep.

His large, chiseled hands climbed onto the crib, suddenly wanting so badly to hold his son.

But Xiao Jinwen is probably sleeping.

At this time, the cry of "Wow..." came, and Xiao Jinwen woke up in the next room.

Lu Shaoming stood up straight and walked towards the door. At this moment, he happened to meet Yue Wanqing holding Xiao Jinwen in his arms. "Shaoming, Xiao Jinwen is probably hungry. Ask Qingqing to feed him."

"Okay." Lu Shaoming took Xiao Jinwen from Yue Wanqing's hand.

Little Jinwen, who is almost six months old, is getting more and more handsome. His skin is as white and tender as egg white. A thin goose-yellow blanket wraps his soft little body. At this moment, he closes his eyes and just cries. The voice was very loud, and the little arms and legs were dancing in the air.

Lu Shaoming's eyes were full of tenderness. He leaned over and kissed his son's little face, "Xiao Jinwen, you knew daddy was coming, so you cried and acted like a baby?"

Xiao Jinwen ignored him and continued to cry.

He kicked off the blanket with his calves and kept kicking Dad's strong arms. He protested. Dad took Mom away and fed her, but he was hungry.

Yue Wanqing looked at the warm scene between father and son and closed the door happily.

Lu Shaoming put Xiao Jinwen on the bed. The little woman was sleeping soundly and could not hear her son's cry.

Lu Shaoming put one hand on the bed and leaned over to peck the little woman's face, "Madam, wake up and go back to sleep later. My son is crying."

Ning Qing was woken up by a kiss. She was really tired and weak. She opened her eyes in a daze and heard her son's loud cry. She spoke hurriedly, with the hoarseness of a newly awakened and new mother in her voice. Soft, "Xiao Jinwen, what's wrong with you? If Xiao Jinwen doesn't cry, do you want to eat?"

When Xiao Jinwen heard Mommy's voice, she quickly turned around and saw that the baby, who was less than six months old, stopped crying and pursed its small mouth downwards, twitching and looking at Mommy.

Ten thousand grievances.

Ning Qing's heart was about to melt because of her son's tears. She coaxed her softly, "Xiao Jinwen, stop crying. It's all because of Mommy's fault..."

Lu Shaoming frowned when he heard the little woman coaxing his son with such a sweet voice. Wouldn't his son be taught to be squeamish with this kind of education?

Besides, why didn't she talk to him like this?

Lu Shaoming put Xiao Jinwen into the woman's arms, and then pulled the quilt on her body, "Okay, stop coaxing, mom said Xiao Jinwen is hungry, you feed him Nai."

How could Ning Qing look good to the man at this time? She glared at him with a pair of watery autumn eyes, reached out and slapped his big hand away, "What are you doing? If you have something to say, don't move your hands or feet. Turn around!"

There is only one light beside the bed in the room. Her wavy black hair is spread messily on the bed. Her face is as big as a palm and her cheeks are pink. Her eyebrows are pink and her neck is dyed red. She looks as charming as the rain and dew. appearance.

Lu Shaoming watched his Adam's apple rolling. No matter how reluctant he was, he stood up, wiped his hands in his trouser pockets, and turned around.

I know she's shy.

Her son is crying, so don't bother her.

There was a rustling sound behind her, and then, "Wow..." Xiao Jinwen cried again, this time even more fiercely than the last time.

Lu Shaoming turned around quickly. His son was crying, and the little woman started to cry too, with crystal tears falling down.

Lu Shaoming panicked, feeling extremely distressed. He knelt on the bed with his long knees, wiped Xiao Jinwen's tears with a big hand, and then touched her little face, "Madam, what's wrong? Isn't it Hey Nai? Speak quickly."

Ning Qing bit her pink lips with her fine white teeth and glared at him with her watery eyes, "Asshole! Go and make milk powder for little Jinwen."

Lu Shaoming hesitated for a few seconds before he realized that his son was so hungry that he licked the corners of the blanket with his little tongue. His low and mellow voice was filled with a light pity, "Sorry, little Jinwen, Daddy lost control for a moment and snatched your food. Daddy must remember to leave you some next time."

Ning Qing, "..."

Lu Shaoming got out of bed, found the milk bottle on the counter, and poured water into it. He touched the bottle with his big hand and felt that the water temperature was just right, so he picked up the milk powder.

There were instructions on the back of the milk powder. He glanced at the instructions, then poured four spoonfuls of milk powder into it according to the water level and shook it away.

He turned back to the bed, holding the milk bottle in one hand, picked up little Jinwen with one arm, and protected little Jinwen softly in his arms. He stuffed the nipple into little Jinwen's mouth.

Little Jinwen immediately sucked it.

Ning Qing was lying on the bed. She had stopped crying. She was completely ashamed to cry just now. That man had no moral integrity at all. She still wanted to sleep. She squinted her eyes and saw the man holding the child. He was really tall and stood against the light. He was handsome. His shirt and trousers were wrinkled. The space in the car was small and he couldn't stand it. But this didn't affect the man's charm. His hot and powerful breath seemed to still linger on her skin. The man frowned and licked his dry lips with his tongue. Occasionally he opened his eyes and looked at you with the eyes of a mature man. Evil and wild. He also asked her if it was okay. Pah! Ning Qing was still itchy in her heart. She hated that she had no strength and no IQ to let him succeed, but her eyes were still on him. He was really charming when he held Xiao Jinwen as a father. He should not have made milk powder, but he was not flustered at all. The water temperature and a few spoons of milk powder made him smooth and calm. This is the wisdom of a man. He exudes wisdom that makes people feel at ease and admired in every aspect of his life.

At this moment, he lowered his eyes to look at Xiao Jinwen, and his love for Xiao Jinwen could be seen. He curled his lips, and his eyebrows were focused and gentle.

Xiao Jinwen quickly finished the milk, and his little belly was round, so he stopped crying. He pushed the pacifier out with his tongue, and looked at his dad with a pair of bright grape-like eyes curiously.

"Hehe, hehe..." Xiao Jinwen grinned with his toothless little mouth, as if he was my dad.

Daddy, daddy, why didn't you come to see me for so long?

Lu Shaoming put the bottle back on the counter, raised his arm, and put a big hand around Xiao Jinwen's small back to pat him, "Xiao Jinwen, look at what Daddy is doing. Do you want to ask Daddy and Mommy what they are doing out so late? We are going to make a little sister for Xiao Jinwen."

Xiao Jinwen: T-T, there is no way to have a pleasant chat.

As soon as the words fell, a coquettish voice came from behind, "Lu Shaoming!"

Lu Shaoming looked back at her. The little woman on the bed was staring at him, which meant---stop it here, so as not to teach the child bad things.

Lu Shaoming raised his sword-like eyebrows and was in a good mood.

At this time, he felt his sleeves wet, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

He held Xiao Jinwen away and looked at him. The goose yellow blanket on his arm was already wet, and the wetness had even seeped into his shirt sleeves.

Xiao Jinwen peed.

Lu Shaoming's face twitched, and he looked over with a sharp look. Xiao Jinwen was quiet, looking at his father with a pair of particularly innocent big eyes. He was saying, Dad, I made a mistake, forgive me.

Ning Qing smiled, he deserved it, let him be rampant, let his son peed on him.

Lu Shaoming turned back to the bed, put Xiao Jinwen on the bed, spread the blanket and took his little body out, and slapped his little pp with a crisp slap.

Ning Qing frowned as soon as she saw him. "Lu Shaoming, why are you hitting your son?"

Lu Shaoming raised his eyes, and his sharp features showed a wicked smile. He knelt on the bed with his long legs, raised his hand to the woman's delicate face, and patted it a few times. "Is this a beating? Does it hurt?"

Ning Qing blushed at his lewd behavior, raised her hand to push him away, and said unhappily, "Go away! Xiao Jinwen's clothes are in mom's room. Go knock on the door, borrow a shirt from dad, and take a shower in the bathroom."

Knowing that he is clean and has not been peed by his son.

The shirt on his body must be changed.

Lu Shaoming did not speak again. He was afraid that his son would catch a cold if he peed, so he walked out of the room.

Soon, he came back with Xiao Lu Shao's clothes and a gray shirt in his hands.

Ning Qing felt sleepy and buried her body in the warm quilt. She looked up and saw him changing Xiao Jinwen's clothes. She didn't have to worry, because the man's movements were very gentle.

After a while, a soft and fragrant little ball was stuffed into her arms. She lowered her eyes and saw that little Jinwen had fallen asleep comfortably in her father's actions, with crystal bubbles still coming out of her mouth.