Chapter 443 How Can You Lie to Your Son?

Ning Qing hurried home, said hello to Aunt Yang, and pushed the door into the bedroom.

In the bedroom, Lu Shaoming stood by the bed. The man had not taken off his black suit, but had unbuttoned it, revealing a clean white shirt underneath. Little Jinwen had taken a shower and was lying on the bed.

Ning Qing threw the small bag she was carrying on the sofa and hurried forward. She sat on the bedside and raised her hand to hug Xiao Jinwen, "Shaoming, how is Xiao Jinwen? Does your stomach still hurt?"

Lu Shaoming did not answer, because the woman did not ask him to answer. He glanced sideways and saw that the woman's pink and beautiful lips were all imprinted on his son's white face. The green and white little hand touched his son's stomach and turned clockwise. Her voice was soft and distressed, "Xiao Jinwen, does your stomach hurt? Mommy rub it. You miss mommy, right? It's all mommy's fault. Mommy should work less in the future and spend more time with our little Jinwen."

Xiao Jinwen had played enough. He was just taken to the bath by Aunt Yang. It was comfortable to put him on the bed at this moment. Mommy held him, and he immediately hung his hands and feet on Mommy's body, like a little octopus, rubbing his little head against the fragrance of Mommy's chest, closing his eyes and acting coquettishly.

"Mom... it hurts... hug me..."

Ning Qing's heart softened. Recently, Lu Shaoming had been taking care of her son. She was busy with the red wine competition and neglected her son. She blamed herself very much.

"Okay, mom will hold you." Ning Qing lay down on the bed, spread her slender arms and held little Jinwen in her arms. One hand patted his back, and little Jinwen closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep.

Lu Shaoming looked at the little woman's sleeping posture. She lay diagonally on the bed, her thin waist was sunken, and her S curve was exposed.

Because little Jinwen was holding her thin black sweater, the sweater rose up, revealing a large area of ​​white skin on her flat waist and abdomen, black and white stimulating people's eyes.

Lu Shaoming stepped forward, knelt on the bed with his right knee, and his low and mellow voice hit Ning Qing's ears, "Son is fine, I just miss you..."

He touched her waist.

Ning Qing dodged quickly when he touched her. When she moved, Xiao Jinwen in her arms opened his eyes. She couldn't help but get angry and pushed him, "What are you doing? Xiao Jinwen is not feeling well, don't..."

How can he still be in a good mood when his son is not feeling well?

Lu Shaoming was in a good mood. His son didn't miss her, but he did.

Her little hands were not strong enough. When she pressed him, his big palms could also do what he wanted. He leaned over and pressed half of his body on her, making her unable to breathe, and his thin lips rubbed her pink cheeks.

Ning Qing's little face was red, and her fine teeth bit her pink lips tightly. She didn't dare to make any noise to wake up Xiao Jinwen, and she beat him.

The man raised his head and kissed her little face hard. His voice was as low and hoarse as the whispers at night, "I'll take a shower first."

He pulled away.

He walked past her and went to the shower room. Ning Qing blushed as she glanced at him. He took off his black suit and unbuttoned his shirt as he walked. His narrow and sturdy waist was tucked into a metal belt. His resolute face was bewitched by the night light.

Ning Qing took one look and dared not look again. In the corner of her eyes, he took off his expensive watch and went into the shower room.

She looked at the sleeping little Jinwen in her arms and felt something was wrong. She had hurried back to see her son, but her son fell asleep after a few words. But he was the one who could not get rid of him.

Ning Qing questioned in her heart, wondering if she had fallen into a trap?

This man...

Thinking in her mind, the shower room opened in a few minutes, and a cold air blew. He had been taking a cold shower. There were footsteps and her feet were touched.

She wanted to struggle, but the man held her down, "Don't move!"

She looked back, and the man was bent over, with only a bath towel tied around his waist. His naked upper body was handsome and sturdy, and his abdomen was firm without a piece of fat, with the six-pack abs that symbolize men.

He held her crystal shoes in his hand, and it turned out that he helped her take off her shoes.

His fingertips covered with thin calluses accidentally scraped across the soles of her feet, and Ning Qing quickly retracted her feet as if she had been electrocuted.

He was laughing softly, and then the side of the bed collapsed, and the healthy and cool breath of the man accompanied by a bath fragrance invaded her senses.

"Put your son in it." He covered her from behind and whispered.

Ning Qing's butterfly-winged eyelashes trembled violently. Knowing that she couldn't avoid it, she obediently tried to put Xiao Jinwen back in, but it was useless. As soon as she moved, Xiao Jinwen stuck to her like an octopus.

Xiao Jinwen was too dedicated. His dad told him to hold his mother, and he didn't dare to slack off even when he fell asleep.

Ning Qing hummed and whispered, "Honey, no, Xiao Jinwen is clinging to me."

Lu Shaoming took his big hand out of her sweater and stood up to look at Xiao Jinwen. His son was hugging his mother too tightly and couldn't be separated.

"Honey, forget it tonight. It's not convenient for my son to be here. And I have to call Xiao Zhou and the others. We just arrived at the hotel and had dinner..."

He called urgently, so she hurried back.

To be polite, she should call now to say something.

Before Ning Qing finished speaking, her little head was held up by a big hand, and the man took off the pillow and pillowcase under her head and covered Xiao Jinwen's face.

Ning Qing was startled and closed her eyes in panic, and her whole body softened.

"Have you eaten yet? We'll talk later. Don't be hungry. I'll feed you when I'm full and give you my own hands. Okay?"

He held her little face with his rough hands and kissed her forcefully, "Baby, I miss you so much..."

...

Ning Qing went to the shower room to take a shower. When she came out of the shower, she was holding a dry towel and wiping her hair casually.

Lu Shaoming was sitting on the bed, wearing a gray silk pajamas with loose belts around his waist. His long legs were proudly stretched horizontally. His back was straight and lazily leaning against the bedside. He held a cigarette in his left hand and was smoking. With.

In the curl of green smoke, Ning Qing saw that he narrowed his eyes and raised his head slightly to exhale the smoke. A large area of ​​wheat-colored skin was exposed on his chest. The wild and fierce aura just now had not completely dissipated.

Ning Qing's ears turned red because Xiao Jinwen was nine months old, but she was still fascinated by his mature scent.

Looking sideways, he saw that Xiao Jinwen had been placed in the crib and was sleeping quietly.

He said that when Xiao Jinwen turns one year old, he will sleep alone in his own room.

Ning Qing had no objection. No matter how he raised his son, he would do well.

Her sweater, jeans, and small clothes were thrown on the carpet under the bed, and his bath towel was also thrown there. She blushed, calmed her breathing, and then bent down to pick it up.

He didn't do much work at home, and would habitually smoke by the bedside just to make himself comfortable, and she would always clean up the mess.

She couldn't let Aunt Yang see this scene.

Ning Qing picked up all the clothes on the floor and put them next to the sofa. At this moment, a big hand reached out and clasped her slender wrist with force. She fell straight into the man's arms next to the bed without any fuss.

When she was about to move, the man's strong arm clasped her soft waist. As if it wasn't enough, he squeezed twice passionately. The hand holding the cigarette stubbed out the finished cigarette butt in the ashtray. Looking sideways, the smoke in her mouth spit out all over her little face, "Bend down to pick up clothes again? Do you want to squeeze me dry?"

After taking a shower, the woman put on one of his white shirts, and when she bent over, she was a little exposed.

Ning Qing's face turned red. She...she didn't mean that. Even if he accidentally let him see it, he just wanted to do it, and it wouldn't be...

Gee, what is going on in his head?

Ning Qing changed the subject, because after taking a bath, her little face was like a freshly peeled egg white, so tender that you could squeeze out the water. She looked at him and said in a coquettish voice, "Smoking less in front of Xiao Jinwen from now on. Secondhand smoke is the most harmful.”

Lu Shaoming reached out and pinched her little face, then came over and pecked her lips, "Sorry, Mrs. Sorry, I'll pay attention in the future."

"Yes." Ning Qing nodded.

He kissed her and then let go. He reached out and snatched the towel from her hand, and held her on his lap. He pointed at the bowl of noodles on the bed table. He wiped her hair with the towel and said, "This is for you." Noodles, eat them while they’re hot.”

Ning Qing looked sideways and saw that when she went to take a shower just now, he had already gone to the kitchen to cook.

Two little hands held the bowl, shredded green vegetable and chicken noodles, the noodles were soft and tender, the soup was delicious, and there was a layer of green onions sprinkled on top, which was full of color, flavor and flavor.

Ning Qing's eyes glowed softly, and she held the chopsticks in one hand. She turned her head and chirped at the man's handsome face, "Thank you, husband."

Lu Shaoming took great advantage of this kiss. He gently wiped her hair and warned her softly, "Eat slowly and be careful not to burn it."

"Oh." Ning Qing took the chopsticks, picked up a few noodles and put them into her little cherry mouth. The fine teeth of the fresh clams slowly bit them off, making her eat them delicately.

"Well, hubby, the noodles are delicious and your cooking skills are great."

Even though he seldom works or enters the kitchen, his craftsmanship is top-notch and delicious!

Lu Shaoming looked at his little wife's satisfied expression. He quietly raised the corners of his mouth, leaned against her earlobe and bit her gently, "Madam, from now on, if you feed me first, I can feed you."

Ning Qing huddled her shoulders to avoid him and raised her eyebrows to scold him, "Lu Shaoming, don't think I don't know. Xiao Jinwen doesn't have stomachache at all. You deliberately tricked me back."

As she spoke, she used the hand holding the chopsticks to scrape the tip of his nose, which was as tall as a mountain. Her voice was soft and sweet, "Lu Shaoming, you are 33 years old, do you have the nerve to lie to Xiao Jinwen?"

Lu Shaoming was really embarrassed. He wrapped his right hand around her flailing little hand and lowered his eyes to kiss her white fingertips. "Madam, if I didn't lie to you like this, would you come back?"

Only now did Ning Qing realize how thick-skinned this man was. She retracted her little hands, raised her eyebrows and said sternly, "Don't make trouble, I still want to eat noodles."

He picked her up from behind and rubbed his firm chin on her shiny shoulders, "Does it taste good? Give me a bite."

"Oh." She obediently picked a few noodles and fed them to him.

The man bit one of her fingers, then the bowl and chopsticks were taken away from her, and she was held in his arms.

Ning Qing's delicate little face was like a steamed prawn. She watched the man stare at her, asking her to eat the noodles in his mouth.

Ning Qing, "..."

When he held her down tyrannically, Ning Qing let out a sigh and looked at the steaming noodles on the bed table. She knew that she would not be able to eat noodles tonight.