Chapter 372 (2/2)

He was taking a cold shower. The cool little droplets splashed out. Some of them fell on Little Qinwen. Little Qinwen looked up.

Conscious of his son’s gaze, Lu Shaoming squatted down, and with two fingers, he went to tease his son’s soft chin. “What are you looking at, boy?”

Little Qinwen looked at a part on Daddy, and his gaze was stunned.

Lu Shaoming laughed. The deep corners of the eyes were crinkled, a special and mature charm that only a man his age had. “Son, don’t look at it. You will have it in the future too. Daddy can only let mummy see it, alright?”

Little Qinwen covered his face quickly with both hands. Daddy is shameless.

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After the father and son had taken a bath, Lu Shaoming slathered a layer of moisturizer on his son. Then he took a fairy tale book and held Little Qinwen’s in his arms on the bed.

Lu Shaoming flipped through the book “Grimm’s Fairytales” and found it very childish. He looked down at his son and asked in a low voice, “Son, which one do you want to hear?”

Little Qinwen gazed at the fairy tale book with big eyes and babbled. He stretched out his little finger and pointed to a random chapter. Lu Shaoming nodded. “Okay, this one it shall be.”

Ning Qing rushed back to her room after shooting the night scene. When she entered the room, it was quiet. Her two favorite men were already asleep on the big bed.

Little Qinwen had a thin blanket on his stomach and was in a regular sleeping position. The man was half-naked and covered with a quilt around his V-line. He slept sideways with one arm still around Little Qinwen, giving his son a full sense of care.

A blissful smile shone on Ning Qing’s face, and she quietly walked into the bathroom.

The bathroom was a mess. The shampoo scattered on the ground hadn’t been cleaned. The man’s clothes were strewn everywhere, and there were water stains. Ning Qing sighed that there was n.o.body else who could make the bathroom like this except the father and son.

Ning Qing cleaned everything up and took a bath.

After that, she took out the hairdryer and dried her hair.

She walked into the room, stood by the bedside cupboard, opened the lid of her night cream, squeezed a little bit into her palm, and patted it on her face.

As soon as she was done, her slender wrist was suddenly grasped. With a hard pull from the man, she fell directly into a warm, hard embrace.

She looked up in a panic and ran into the man’s bright and charming black eyes. He grinned, tightened his embrace, and held her in his arms.

“Lu Shaoming, you’re not asleep?”

Lu Shaoming grabbed her soft little waist and brought her between him and his son with ease. “I was, but you woke me up.”

Then, he kissed her.

Ning Qing was frightened and turned around. She went to hold Little Qinwen and hummed. “Lu Shaoming, don’t mess around. Your son is here. You wake him up if you can settle him.”

Oh alright, she was using her son as a s.h.i.+eld?

Lu Shaoming hugged her and embraced her firmly in his arms. He laughed. “Ning Qing, I’m going to mess around. You better not wake your son.”

Ning Qing was p.i.s.sed. What? He was too domineering.

“Wifey, turn around.” He bent down to her snow-white earlobes and coaxed with endless charm in his mellow voice.

“No.” Ning Qing refused. She had just taken a bath and her fair little face was so tender it would burst with a slight pinch. Her small pink mouth was very moist and delicious like cherries. Her small hand gripped the sheet tight. She said, “Don’t you have a meeting tomorrow morning at six o’clock? It’s almost 11 o’clock now. Go to bed.”

With Little Qinwen in the room, they dare not speak loudly, which was very inconvenient.

Lu Shaoming stretched out his index finger to curl the beautiful hair that fell on her cheek. He bent over and sniffed it. The shampoo smelled good.

“Wifey, I can’t sleep.”

Ning Qing scooted forward, not letting him touch her, but her entire body had already been tormented to the point of fainting by his romantic action of sniffing her hair. A wronged and tender light fell into the beautiful eyes of the woman’s autumn pupils. “Do you not have a meeting tomorrow morning? Lu Shaoming, you always lie to me.”

At this time, her little fragrant shoulder was grasped. Her entire body was pulled over. The man put his right arm on her little head, then began to pull the blanket around his stomach to cover her small abdomen. His left thumb, and index finger reached out to pinch her dainty little nose that was like jade as he said in a pampering tone, “Why did I have to lie to you? Think about it. Other women with children are all waiting for their men to come home. My family is different. On the contrary, I work every day and do all this for you. Ning Qing, what else do you want?”

Ning Qing was immediately speechless. It was as if he had a monopoly on good points.

Lu Shaoming looked at the woman’s soft, cat-like expression and was satisfied. He slowly lowered himself and kissed her.

Ning Qing immediately melted in his arms. The ambiance was too beautiful. She was placed in his arms steadily. His big rough palms slowly caressed her small face, giving her tenderness and love.

Under his handsome silhouette. Her senses were filled with the fragrance of shower gel on his body.

She slowly lifted her little hands that were holding the blankets and touched his strong arm. His arm was very hard. She drew her hand back as if she had been shocked, and went to hold his waist, which reminded her that he was not dressed.

Ning Qing turned her head sideways, not letting him entwine with her. She buried her flushed cherry cheeks in the pillow. “Why aren’t you…wearing a s.h.i.+rt?”

Lu Shaoming was amused. He put out two fingers to clasp her tiny jaw and forced her to look at him. “I also want to know why I don’t have a s.h.i.+rt. Where’s my s.h.i.+rt? I’m to blame. Maybe I didn’t earn enough money to support my wife, so my wife was too busy at work and forgot about me, and I don’t even have pajamas.”