Chapter 340 Husband, I Miss You so Much

Ning Qing was in a trance for a moment and couldn't hear what the man was saying.

Who is back?

She suddenly opened her eyes, quickly lifted the quilt, and got out of bed, "Mom, who is here, who is here? Is it the elders? Don't be afraid, I'll come right away, I'll change my clothes..."

Ning Qing hurriedly bent down, her two little hands groping on the bed, but... she couldn't see, her eyes were so dark.

There was darkness in her sight.

All Ning Qing's movements were frozen, how could she not see?

A sharp sound rang in her ears, her head hurt, "Ah" sounded, and she covered her ears tightly with her two little hands.

She closed her eyes in fear.

Song Yajing then discovered that Ning Qing was wrong, she reached out and held Ning Qing's slender arm, "Qingqing, what's wrong with you? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

Ning Qing took two quick breaths, and when the pain in her little head subsided, she slowly opened her eyes, and the elegant blue sheets... she saw it.

She saw it again.

Ning Qing suddenly collapsed on the bed, with a layer of dense sweat on her forehead, she was scared.

She thought she couldn't see.

"Mom, I'm fine, what did you say just now, who's here?" Ning Qing raised her eyes and asked.

Song Yajing touched Ning Qing's haggard little face with heartache, she curled the corners of her mouth and said softly, "Qingqing, Dinghua brought Shaoming back, Shaoming is back."

Ning Qing was completely frozen.

... Shaoming... is back?

She widened her eyes, unable to believe it, and grabbed Song Yajing's sleeves with her little hands, holding them tightly, she was trembling, "Mom, what did you say? Shaoming..."

"Yes, Qingqing, Shaoming is back!" Song Yajing affirmed word by word.

Although she was very strong these days, she had a big stone in her heart, and she would be so painful that she couldn't breathe every time it was late at night.

This kind of pain can't be told to others, because Lu Shaoming is gone, and she is the pillar of a family.

Leave strength to others and hide vulnerability secretly.

Only she knows how bitter her heart is these days.

At this moment, she was revived, like a dried fish finally returning to the sea. She could breathe deeply, and the big stone in her heart was gone. She felt relieved.

Ning Qing stood up, "Mom, is it true? Shao Ming is back. That's great, that's great. I knew he wouldn't die. He couldn't bear to die."

"Yes, Qingqing, you are right. Your persistence is right. You didn't give up on him. He is back now!" Song Yajing hugged Ning Qing.

At this time, the door was pushed open and Yin Shuiling walked in, "Ning Qing, what are you doing? The cars outside have stopped. Mr. Lu will be in soon. Go and greet him. Don't you miss him very much? You can take him home."

Song Yajing quickly let go of Ning Qing, her eyes flashing with excited tears, "Yes, Qingqing, let's go, let's go pick up Shaoming."

"No, no," Ning Qing pulled her hand back from Song Yajing's hand. She raised her hand to tuck the hair on her cheek behind her ears, turned around twice in a panic, and lowered her eyes to look at her pajamas, "Mom, Shuiling, am I ugly like this? I want to change clothes."

Yin Shuiling came over and held Ning Qing's hand. She smiled and said, "Ning Qing, you are very beautiful like this, but you have slept for 3 whole days and your face is a little haggard. It doesn't matter. In the eyes of the Qing people, you must be the most beautiful in the eyes of Mr. Lu."

Did she sleep for 3 days?

Ning Qing was unconscious. She was sleeping very deeply. In her memory, it seemed that Shuiling helped her up to drink soup. There was something moving in her arms. Little Lu Shao was happily drinking.

"Ning Qing, let's go." Yin Shuiling pulled Ning Qing out of the door.

Ning Qing quickly took Song Yajing's hand, and the three of them ran out of the door together. Ning Qing asked worriedly, "Mom, is Shao Ming injured?"

Song Yajing shook her head, "No serious injury."

Yin Shuiling laughed secretly, "Ning Qing, the biggest injury to Lu Shao is you. Lu Shao must miss you very much."

Song Yajing agreed, "Yes, Lu Shao must be lovesick."

Ning Qing blushed, her butterfly-like long eyelashes trembled twice, and then drooped shyly. She missed him very much.

After going out and preparing to go down the stairs, she happened to meet the housekeeper running up in a hurry.

"Housekeeper, why are you running so fast? Why do you look so flustered?" Song Yajing asked.

The old housekeeper looked directly at Ning Qing and said anxiously, "Madam, the young master..."

Ning Qing's heart skipped a beat, fearing that something had happened to him again, "Housekeeper, take your time, what happened to the young master?"

"Madam, the young master brought back a woman!"

Woman?

Ning Qing was stunned.

"What?" Song Yajing and Yin Shuiling raised their voices in disbelief.

At this time, the door of the villa was opened, and Lu Dinghua walked in first, followed by the handsome and tall figure.

Ning Qing looked over in a daze. The man was wearing a long black tweed coat, with the buttons unbuttoned, revealing the navy blue suit inside, and a gray scarf around his neck.

The man's body was still handsome, and the coat with smooth lines was elegant and noble. The man's legs were too long, and the coat fell below his knees. He wore a pair of black handmade leather shoes on his feet. The whole person was covered with the cold air of the winter outside, and he was cold.

The man raised his eyes and looked over, and Ning Qing's autumn eyes collided with his.

Ning Qing felt that this encounter was completely different from what she had imagined and dreamed of. He was not missing any limbs, he was not injured or in a mess, he was just as elegant and perfect as when he left.

Ning Qing thought, if he was injured, even if he was dying, as long as he could come back, she would definitely rush over and hug him tightly.

From then on, the agreement between life and death was broad, and he talked to Zi Cheng.

But he was standing there intact, and Ning Qing somehow felt...a sense of distance.

His eyes were still deep and bright, which she was familiar with, but his eyes were calm and calm, so light and so deep, she couldn't understand them.

Such a big thing happened to him, and they were separated for so long, but when he met her again and looked at her again, he was not excited or happy?

Where was his old tenderness?

His eyes were like looking at a stranger.

Ning Qing looked at him seriously for a few times, her eyes almost stubborn. She was making sure that this was her Lu Shaoming?

Yes, this is her Lu Shaoming!

At this time, an exquisite and graceful figure came in behind him. She was a woman. She was wearing a gray short leather jacket and black tight leather pants. Her figure was too hot. She was different from ordinary women. She was probably an agent, with her hands clasped behind her back. Behind her, that standard standing posture has an indescribable unique charm of a woman.

The woman is very beautiful, with a small face and exquisite facial features. Her face is cold, and the first impression she gives people is that of cold glamour.

Ning Qing was stunned, but Song Yajing beside her was the first to react. She took a step forward, "Shaoming, are you back? Who is this?"

She looked at the cold woman.

Lu Dinghua laughed twice and said, "Ya Jing, I'll introduce it to you later." As he said that, he looked at Ning Qing.

Who is Ning Qing? How could she not understand Lu Dinghua's eyes? His eyes were full of embarrassment and apology.

Ning Qing took a step back.

"Ning Qing!" Yin Shuiling quickly supported her.

At this moment, footsteps sounded in her ears. She was probably lowering her eyes, so a pair of black polished leather shoes appeared in her lowered gaze. The man was talking, his voice was low and magnetic, and there was a little bit of hoarseness that was not easy to detect. "Let me see Mr. Lu."

He entered the bedroom.

Knowing that Lu Shaoming was back, Song Yajing had already ordered someone to place little Lu Shao in their bedroom. She was thinking that the family of three needed to get together.

Now Song Yajing was also at a loss. She looked at Ning Qing and the woman downstairs, "This..."

Yin Shuiling frowned, then stretched out her hand to push Ning Qing, "Why are you still standing there? Your man and your son are both in the bedroom, why don't you hurry in?"

Ning Qing was stunned and didn't respond.

Yin Shuiling was so angry that she pushed Ning Qing into the bedroom, put on the doorknob, and closed the door with a bang.

…

Ning Qing stood by the door. She raised her eyes and looked forward. Lu Shaoming was sitting on the bed. Little Lu Shao was lying on the bed, actively moving his little hands and feet, waving in the air.

The man leaned down, took one of Young Master Lu's small hands with his big big hand, and kissed him. He murmured softly and affectionately, "Little Master Lu..."

Little Lu looked sideways at his father, who grinned with a toothless mouth and chuckled.

The two-month-old kid was extremely happy to see his daddy.

It was night, and there was a dim light in the room. Ning Qing felt warm looking at the father and son bathed in the light.

She fluttered her eyelashes and stepped forward.

Suddenly, she regretted that she didn't change her clothes. She was wearing very casual pajamas, but he was wearing such formal clothes. They didn't match each other.

Stopping, she slowly sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out her hand to hold Little Lu's other little hand, and her soft and waxy voice was filled with the softness of a new mother, "Little Lu, your father is back, are you happy or not?" , my little Mr. Lu really wants to be compared with dad... Mama also wants to be compared with dad..."

The man next to him lowered his eyes and looked at his son, saying nothing.

Ning Qing kissed her son's little hand, and looked sideways at the man. She hadn't looked at him for a long time, and felt that he was much more handsome. His sculptural handsome face was very charming shaped by the light, and his facial lines were firm and clear, and he was very mature. Manly.

Ning Qing slowly stretched out her little hand to touch his face, getting a little closer, then a little closer, and her delicate fingertips touched his face.

Warm.

Not a dream.

He is back.

"Husband," Ning Qing raised the corners of her lips and called out. She originally wanted to use a very sweet voice, but only after she came out did she realize how unpleasant it was because she was crying and her voice was trembling, "Husband, you have lost weight. "

He has lost a lot of weight, and his facial features have become deeper and more three-dimensional.

The man didn't raise his eyes, or even move his eyelids.

He gave her no response.

Ning Qing felt something warm slide down her face quickly, and turned cold when it reached her pink neck. "Husband," she choked and leaned closer to him and cried, "Husband, I miss you so much."

She slowly kissed the corner of his lips.