Chapter 394 Young Master Lu Is Back

There is still no news about Lu Shaoming.

Ning Qing looked back and looked towards the living room. Jian Han was sitting on the sofa, playing with Xiao Jinwen with a rattle in her hand.

Jian Han's face was beautiful and pretty under her hair. It was obvious that she loved the baby very much. She couldn't let go of Xiao Jinwen these days. Her eyes were full of the natural maternal instinct of a woman.

Ning Qing stepped forward and sat next to Jian Han, "Sister Jian, seeing that you like Xiao Jinwen so much, Sister Jian should also work harder to have a baby."

The smile on Jian Han's lips froze, and she glanced at Ning Qing and joked, "I also want to have a baby, but I don't know who to have one with."

Ning Qing smiled with curved eyebrows and whispered, "With Brother Dayuan."

Jian Han froze again and glared at Ning Qing, "Don't talk nonsense, I'm with him..."

"Sister Jian, I've noticed these days that Brother Dayuan disappeared with Shaoming. You can't contact him and often hold your phone in a daze. Sister Jian, do you dare to say that you are not worried that Brother Dayuan doesn't miss him?"

Jian Han raised her hand to tuck a strand of hair on her cheek behind her ear, her face a little red, because her thoughts were seen through by Ning Qing.

Half a month ago, he told her in the car that he would be gone for a while, and she didn't take it seriously. Unexpectedly, he was really gone, and he was gone for half a month.

She guessed that Mr. Lu was in danger, and it was probably dangerous for him to stay with Mr. Lu.

She knew him best. He put saving lives and healing the wounded first, and had a strong sense of mission.

She was afraid that he would have an accident.

Ning Qing looked at Jian Han's worried and shy expression and found it very funny. Jian Han was 31 years old this year. She had been in a relationship with Zhou Dayuan for six years, so she was experienced, but she was very immature and shy about love now, like a 20-year-old girl.

People say that what a woman is like is related to her man, and Ning Qing believes it.

Her man, on the surface, is handsome and noble, but privately he is too bad. Half a month ago, he tricked her into getting in the car, took her to the top of the mountain, and knelt on the bed to slap her face. He was so rude, and occasionally liked to make dirty jokes. At first, she couldn't keep up with his rhythm, but gradually she understood it in seconds.

She also became bad.

But Jian Han doesn't. A 31-year-old woman still blushes easily, very pure, which can only mean that Zhou Dayuan didn't teach her enough, and he is not good at adjusting this aspect.

Perhaps it's because of his upbringing and demeanor in his bones. He doesn't take advantage of other girls before getting married.

Ning Qing sighed in a low voice, "Sister Jian, Brother Dayuan is such a good person. He loves you and you love him too. Why don't you two be together? You are not young anymore. How many years of life can you waste? Don't you want to have a home and a cute baby with Brother Dayuan?"

Jian Han listened and didn't say anything. Her long eyelashes drooped down, showing a bit of sadness.

Ning Qing wanted to persuade her, but at this time two rays of light flashed in her sight, and Ning Qing was startled.

She slowly stood up and looked out the French window.

A familiar Bentley was parked outside the window.

Jian Han also stood up, and she murmured, "Ning Qing, it's Mr. Lu's car. Is Mr. Lu back?"

Is Mr. Lu back?

Ning Qing also asked herself in her heart, it's his car!

Is he back?

She could have a thousand dissatisfactions and ten thousand unforgiveness towards him in her heart, but when she learned that he was in danger, she could put everything aside first, as long as he was safe.

After all, he was her husband, the man she loved deeply.

He was also Xiao Jinwen's father.

When Ning Qing regained consciousness, she found that she had run out of the villa door and stood under the corridor. She stared at the lawn in a daze. The man got out of the car, holding the car keys in his right hand, and walked towards her.

Yes, it was him, Lu Shaoming.

He wore a white shirt and black trousers, tall and handsome, with deep and chiseled lines outlining his handsome face, and the neatly trimmed sideburns were mature and dry.

The black leather shoes stepped up the steps step by step, and he stood beside her.

Lu Shaoming looked at the sluggish little woman in front of him. She looked at him, seemingly unbelieving, with a pure and silly face.

He raised his hand, pinched her plump little face, and called her in a low voice, "Ning Qing."

Ning Qing was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly raised her hand and slapped him in the face.

She didn't slap him because her slender wrist was held.

The man frowned, his mouth curled up, "Are you still addicted to beating? I haven't been here for so long, I think you're itching for trouble."

He held her tightly in his arms.

Ning Qing couldn't breathe in his embrace, and struggled with her hands and feet to stop him from holding her, "Let go!"

"No, let's see what you can do to me." Lu Shaoming raised his eyebrows in a good mood, rubbed her curly hair with one big hand, buried his head in her delicate and soft neck and sniffed.

"It smells so good. Little Madam, why do you smell so good?"

Ning Qing was anxious and angry. This man was made of iron. His two strong arms held her tightly in his arms. She couldn't move. She hated him so much that she opened her mouth and bit his chest.

The man stiffened, his voice full of sensuality, "Madam, where did you bite?"

After he reminded her, Ning Qing realized that she had bitten his chest, her saliva stained his expensive shirt, a little wet, he was exposed.

Ning Qing's face flushed, she didn't use much force under her teeth, because she was weak, she was sniffed by his bite, and asked by his "smell", bad man, bad.

She was forced into his arms, her nose was full of his smell, the clear smell of a healthy man, and the cold air of the night dew, especially fascinating.

His embrace was in her memory, wide and warm, and his comfortable body temperature was transmitted to her through the clothes, making her feel at ease.

Her little face was held by the man's two big hands. She raised her eyes and instantly fell into his bright black eyes. He looked at her tenderly.

Ning Qing's long eyelashes like butterfly wings trembled twice and closed them in panic because the man kissed her.

He kissed her eyes.

His soft and pliable thin lips kissed her eyes with endless heartache and pity.

Ning Qing was at a loss. Her two small hands slid to the shirt around his waist and held it tightly. As soon as her cheeks became wet, tears started to fall.

"Madam, don't cry. I'm back and I will never make you cry again."

Ning Qing's tears fell more and more violently, and he went all the way down and kissed her red lips deeply.

Ning Qing raised her head based on instinct and accepted his kiss. He kissed her very gently, slowly taking over the city, and his love for her was as deep as hers.

Kissing the one you love is a wonderful thing. Ning Qing's body trembled, her body went numb from head to toe, and her crystal toes curled up to give him a kiss.

After a long kiss, Lu Shaoming put his forehead against hers. The man's rough palms not only covered her small face, but also rubbed her beautiful pink neck with his fingertips. He was sighing, thin With his lips still pressed against her red lips, he closed his eyes and called her, "Mrs."

Ning Qing's lost consciousness returned, and she twisted her little head to escape from his grasp. Song Nuo's voice was full of coquettishness, "Who is your wife?"

Don't forgive him.

When he said she was a wife, she was.

When he said no, she was nothing.

Is she so easy to come at a moment's notice and leave at a moment's notice?

snort!

Lu Shaoming opened his eyes to look at her and wanted to speak, but at this moment the door of the villa was pushed open, "Shaoming, Shaoming, are you back?"

Ning Zhengguo and Yue Wanqing ran out excitedly.

Ning Qing quickly pushed him away. Lu Shaoming stood up straight and looked at his father-in-law and mother-in-law. He called out, "Dad, Mom, I'm back."

Yue Wanqing held Xiao Jinwen in her arms, she was so excited that she burst into tears, "Shaoming, what happened during this time? You have had accidents one after another. Fortunately, God has blessed you with turning disaster into good luck every time. I hope you will be in good health in the future." Don't get into trouble, my parents can't bear it."

"Mom, don't worry, it won't happen again."

"That's good."

When Xiao Jinwen in Yue Wanqing's arms saw her father, she also giggled. His two white and tender little hands were dancing in the air, and his body fell towards Lu Shaoming, saying, "Hug...hug..."

This quickly amused everyone, and Yue Wanqing said angrily, "Look, my grandma has been with me for so long, but she doesn't have a kiss with my dad. As soon as dad comes back, my little Jinwen will be hugged by dad."

Lu Shaoming stepped forward and held a fragrant and soft little meat bun in his arms.

"Xiao Jinwen." He lowered his eyes and kissed his son.

Jian Han looked at the reunited family of five and felt happy for them. At this time, her cell phone rang in her pocket and a text message came.

She clicked on it and saw it was from Zhou Dayuan.

Where is it

Her heartbeat was racing and she didn't know how to respond.

At this time, another text message came. I was outside the villa, come out

Jian Han raised his head and looked outside. Is he...outside?

"Master Lu, Ning Qing, uncle, and aunt, congratulations on your family reunion. I have something else to do, so I will leave first." Jian Han said goodbye.

Ning Qing couldn't bear to leave her, but Yue Wanqing also tried to persuade her to stay, "Sister Jian, why don't you stay here for dinner."

"No, I'm going back first and will come to visit next time." Jian Han said goodbye.

The family stood by the door to say goodbye to Jian Han. After Jian Han disappeared, Yue Wanqing smiled and said, "Shaoming, let's go home. Mom will go to the kitchen to cook two more dishes to celebrate your return home."

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Yue Wanqing quickly prepared a table of dishes, which were all delicious and delicious. There was a dim light in the restaurant, and the family sat at the dining table to have dinner.

Xiao Jinwen was sitting in his stroller. Ning Qing got two full grains of rice and fed them into his little mouth. In a sweet and soft voice, he said, "Xiao Jinwen, Mommy will feed you two grains of rice. Do you think it's okay?" tasty."

Xiao Jinwen's chubby little hands were busy playing with the airplane model in his car. He didn't raise his head and moved his toothless mouth twice, babbling.

Ning Qing looked at her son and her heart was full. At this time, the back of her head was wrapped by a big hand, "Let Xiao Jinwen play by yourself for a while. You eat first. The food will get cold later."

Lu Shaoming was talking to her next to her.

Ning Qing turned her head, he was very close to her, and her little face brushed against the collar of his crisp white shirt. She lowered her eyes and saw that there was an extra piece of sweet and sour pork ribs in her small bowl, which he had picked up.

Ning Qing felt sweet, lowered her head, and ate the rice obediently.

Seeing how affectionate the couple was, Yue Wanqing nodded happily, "Qingqing, Shaoming, and Xiao Jinwen are particularly happy to see dad come home. Let him sleep with you tonight."