Chapter 115 - What Kind Of Past Was She Hiding?
“Oh, is that so?” Lu Shaoming lifted a sharp brow, and his deep narrow eyes were filled with light amusement as it lingered on both faces.
Ying Muchen lifted his lips, and his dark eyes met Lu Shaoming’s as he parted his thin lips. “Of course, is there a need for me to lie to Young Master Lu?”
Men who were as mature and wise as each other only needed one look to peep into each other’s inner thoughts. Lu Shaoming laughed softly, “Haha, I didn’t expect that I had such a strong fate with President Ying. When your sister is free, let’s gather and meet each other.”
Ying Muchen shifted his body, his eyes were obscure and deep, without a single ray of light reflected from them. He laughed and answered, “Shuiling has gone abroad three years ago and hasn’t come back. When she returns, we shall gather together. Young Master Lu, Qingqing, I still have something on, so I’ll go first.”
“Okay, Mr. Ying, I shall not send you out.”
Ning Qing watched Ying Muchen turn around and get in a luxury business car. Behind him was a very young and beautiful secretary in a white shirt, a hip-hugging skirt, and a capable and experienced gaze.
Ning Qing took a couple more glances at the secretary.
“President…” Zhu Rui walked over with a document in his hand.
When Ning Qing saw someone coming, she quickly let go of Lu Shaoming and stepped back.
Once the warm jade in his arms had left, Lu Shaoming frowned at Zhu Rui and asked, “What’s wrong?”
Zhu Rui hadn’t expected to disturb the president’s pleasure. Embarrassment and awkwardness hung on his face, but he said stiffly, “We just met the boss of Da Xing Industries, and we have a project to discuss with him…”
Lu Shaoming nodded to indicate that he got it. He looked at Ning Qing and said, “You go back to the hotel room. I’ll take you back to T city after I’m done.”
“Alright.” Ning Qing nodded.
…
Ning Qing had something on her mind. She took out her room card from her bag, put it in the card reader, and unlocked the hotel room door.
She stepped in with one foot and groped around the wall with her little hand to turn on the light.
But then, behind her came a tall figure, and she was kissed.
After a long kiss, Ning Qing was felt weak in the man’s arms. She felt powerless. “Shaoming, don’t you have to work?”
The man’s voice was low and hoarse, very magnetic and charming. It rang through Ning Qing’s ear and caused a tingling sensation, “How do you want me to work with such a worried expression on your face? Nothing is more important than my little wife. No more work; I’m going to spend time with you.”
Ning Qing’s pink lips pouted. A feeling of femininity rose inside her; she had been spoilt by him.
Actually, it was alright if she felt lonely by herself, but he had to come and provoke her.
It felt so good.
She grabbed the collar of his shirt and said in a sweet voice, “What little wife, how much younger am I than you? Calling out such a mushy nickname, you have some psychological problems! ”
“Oh, 10 years younger? So what should I call you then, dear wife, Qingqing baby, honey…”
Ning Qing’s slender back was against the door, panting and letting out sweet puffs of breath as she pushed him away. She couldn’t stand his charming murmuring, especially the “honey”, with him calling out to her with an adoring laughter a pure British accent, and in a low and enticing tone… So fatal!
It had been rumored that he was proficient in many languages and very knowledgeable in general.
At the age of 20, she wanted to grow up faster.
She couldn’t refuse such a stunningly handsome man.
Ning Qing wrapped her arms around his neck. She did not know whether it was the intoxicating light or the handsome appearance and distinct sideburns that got to her the most. She looked at him with heavy eyes and kissed him.
But the man dodged and turned his face sideways. Lu Shaoming smiled with hidden meaning as he asked, “Ning Qing, you really have nothing to confess to me?”
She was so abnormal.
“Yes,” Ning Qing said with a languid smile. “Lu Shaoming, I like you.”
She kissed him.
Lu Shaoming did not close his eyes. He opened his eyes and watched the girl’s shy, trembling rows of long, slender eyelashes as she kissed him slowly. Her lips were thin and pink, and her cheeks were full.
The more he looked, the more beautiful she was.
A big palm held the back neck of her neck, as he supported her and hung her around his neck.
Another long kiss ended. Looking at the girl’s slightly red and swollen lips, Lu Shaoming was a little satisfied. He reached out and lifted her shirt. He drew circles on her flat and smooth stomach with his big rough palm.
“I’ve heard that women feel a lot of pain during their periods. Is that better? Or should I prepare some brown sugar water for you?” The room was quiet and his voice was so soft as he held her in his arms, murmuring intimately to her like husband and wife.