Chapter 371
Ning Qing was puzzled as she looked at Lu Shaoming.
At this moment, Lu Shaoming lifted his eyebrows up and pointed towards the door with his gaze.
A childish voice rang out from behind the door. “Ma…ma…” I am behind the door, hehe.
Ning Qing: “…” She quickly opened the door. Her precious son sat on the floor. He held a bag of biscuits in one hand. He widened his big eyes as he innocently looked at Mama while feeling hurt at the same time.
Mama, what you did lock me behind the door for?
Could it be because I was laughing at Daddy just now?
Ning Qing carried her son up in a swift motion. She forcefully kissed her son’s face and said, “I am sorry, Little Qinwen, Mama did not see you just now…”
Little Qinwen touched his Mama’s face with one small hand and confidently gurgled in laughter. Forget it, I will forgive Mama this once.
This sound was extremely attractive in the man’s ear.
Lu Shaoming closed his eyes, then opened them up again. There was a mature and elegant air in his eyes. He used one of his hands to move the business laptop on his thigh away, then stood up. He walked to the side of the table and placed the bowl down.
There were 4 dishes and 1 soup. Beef in a clay pot, prawns in salt water, and two vegetables. There was still a red date chicken soup. It smelled fragrant and nourishing.
Lu Shaoming curled the corners of his lips up, and he was in a good mood.
She still had some decency to her.
It was still worth all his pampering he gave to her.
He placed both of his hands in his pockets and slowly walked to the woman’s side.
Ning Qing knew that he was here. Her small face had already burned up. He should know how to turn his gaze away from these types of things, and she did not expect him to come over for real.
Her breathing was a little hurried. Her right hand moved around hurriedly, adjusted her tank top and blanket, and confirmed that she did not have parts of her body exposed.
Lu Shaoming saw her small actions, and he did not speak. He lowered his eyes to look at his son. Little Qinwen was closing his eyes as he was in a blur. He used two of his tiny hands to hug Mama. He ate until his forehead was covered in sweat.
Lu Shaoming took a tissue and handed it over to Ning Qing. Ning Qing held it in her hand, and she wiped the sweat off her son.
As she wiped, a large palm touched her left side. It was not really touching. The man used his rough, calloused index fingers as he came to graze her face, one time after another.
Teasing her lightly.
Ning Qing turned her body sideways to duck away for a moment, not allowing him to touch her.
The man withdrew his hand. He was laughing, his low and charming voice had a little hoarseness in it as he said, “Change a side to feed Little Qinwen, now both sides look a little different.”
Ning Qing’s entire face burnt up in a flash. All of the blood in her body rushed towards her brain.
What…did he say?
Actually, she was used to feeding Little Qinwen on her left side, because she liked to sleep on the left, and throughout these six months, she did not think too much of this matter.
When she took her showers on a daily basis, she would look at herself, and she also could not tell any difference.
But he…
What was inside his brain normally? This man was too sensitive, and even in this aspect, he was also…
Ning Qing hated that she could not dig a hole in the ground to bury herself in.
She was silent for a few seconds, then she bit down on her pink bottom lip. She covered herself up with her right hand and carried Little Qinwen far away. She changed arms, and let Little Qinwen feed from the right.
Lu Shaoming felt his lips go dry. Even at this age, he could use his fingers to count the times that the both of them were wild together. This journey had been too tough, he rarely had the chance to do so, so his eyes liked to look at her body.
When she allowed him to look, and when she didn’t allow him to look, he wanted her either way.
Just now, he saw a bit of it.
He turned around and walked to the window of the room. He wanted to smoke a cigarette, but he realized that he did not have cigarettes on him. He could only open a crack in the window, and he placed both of his hands in his pockets as he stood there to let the wind blow.
Little Qinwen was full, and he lifted his head from his Mama’s chest before gurgling in laughter.
Ning Qing tidied her clothes and called Little Qinwen as she stood up. She turned her head back and looked at the handsome, lanky man at that end. “Shaoming, let’s eat dinner.”
The man walked over and stretched out his hand to take Little Qinwen. “Okay.”
…
Little Qinwen obediently sat on his Daddy’s thighs. Ning Qing scooped a bowl of rice to give it to the man, then she scooped a small bowl for herself. The duo started to eat.
Lu Shaoming used chopsticks to place two grains of rice into his son’s mouth and asked, “Little Qinwen needs to be weaned already, right?”
The red patch on Ning Qing’s face did not fade. She stretched out her hand to tuck the strands of hair by her cheeks behind her ear, before nodding her head. “Yeah, in these next few days. I actually planned to wean him today, but Little Qinwen came here, so I fed him for another day. We will start to wean him tomorrow.”
Six months of breastfeeding should come to an end.
Lu Shaoming listened on without speaking, and ate his meal elegantly.
Ning Qing looked at him, and she hesitated a little before she said, “Shaoming,I… I have a night scene tonight. It might go late. You and Little Qinwen should go to bed first.”
Ning Qing said these words in fear. She was afraid that he would be upset.
She heard that his temper was bad from Xiao Zhou today. When she entered the door today, he also did not look at her. She needed to coax him for a long period of time, and it was probably because she had done something wrong.
She neglected him.
Both of them were separated for such a long period of time. There were many of the other’s habits that they had to start to get used to.
He was never a man who would throw a tantrum over nothing. He was a man who could control his own temper well, so when he was angry, she would think that she had something wrong.
Lu Shaoming looked at his son for a moment, before he casually said, “I have a meeting tomorrow morning at 6 a.m.”