My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

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After entering the airport gate, Ning Qing separated from Lu Shaoming. Now Lu Shaoming stepped forward to meet Song Yajing, and Ning Qing stood quietly watching.

The woman beside Song Yajing, Ning Qing knew that Zhou Zhilei, the only granddaughter of the world winery king.

The Zhou family's red wine is world-famous, and its wineries are countless. The Zhou family and the Lu family are the world's best friends. Lu Shaoming and Zhou Zhilei are also considered to be young.

Zhou Zhilei is a beauty with a double master's degree from a prestigious university. After graduating, she entered the winery with outstanding achievements and was a temperamental strong woman.

Ning Qing remembers Song Yajing's standard of children's daughter-in-law, she comes from a famous family, and she is elegant and noble. This is about Zhou Zhilei.

Everyone is a standard lady.

"Mom." Lu Shaoming took over the suitcase from Song Yajing's hand and glanced at Zhou Zhilei, mildly, "Zhi Lei."

"Brother Ming." Rao is the solemn and solemn Zhou Zhilei who met Lu Shaoming with a red face and a pair of tender eyes.

Lu Shaoming had long been familiar with such eyes, he turned a blind eye, no expression.

"Shao Ming," Song Yajing saw Zhou Zhilei's affection for her son written on her face, and she smiled with satisfaction. "This time, my mother came to T city to see that you only followed Lei. It is easy for young people to cultivate feelings together. "

"Mom, I booked a place in the hotel. Let's go to dinner together." Lu Shaoming shifted the subject directly and walked beside Song Yajing.

Song Jingya knew that her son had an idea, but rush was not reached. She patted Zhou Zhilei's little hand holding her arm with a smile, "Jie Lei, go, our family will go to eat."

This "family" made Zhou Zhilei smile shyly. She couldn't help but glance at Lu Shaoming again.

Lu Shaoming was accustomed to this kind of thing, but it was the first time Ning Qing had met. She stood aside and looked at it, feeling as uncomfortable as pouring acid water in her heart.

Her husband, her mother-in-law, were now standing next to another woman.

I heard that Zhou Zhilei is 26 years old this year. She is really obsessed with Lu Shaoming in order to wait for Lu Shaoming to survive her youth.

When Song Yajing walked towards the door, she happened to pass by Ning Qing. When she saw that Ning Qing's face was not very good-looking, she whispered to Lu Shaoming and said, "Shaoming, you need to see the people around you. Well, a woman who is approaching you deliberately, you have to keep a good distance. Not everyone in our Lu family can step in. "

Lu Shaoming didn't look at Ning Qing, and his heroic body walked away from Ning Qing like a fierce wind. "Well, mom, I have a sense."

...

Ning Qing got out of the airport gate. She watched gentleman Lu Shaoming open the back seat door. Song Yajing and Zhou Zhilei sat in, and then Bentley rushed away.

Ning Qing quickly waved a taxi, "Master, keep up with the Bentley in front."

...

On the Bentley, Lu Shaoming was driving, and Song Yajing and Zhou Zhilei talked about what he told him, but he didn't hear a word.

He looked through the rearview mirror at the taxi that had been following him, and he suddenly wondered what the girl was doing with him.

...

Ten minutes later, Bentley stopped at the door of a hotel. The three got out of the car and sat down by the window in the hotel lobby.

The waiter served the food because Lu Shaoming drunk without driving, but just poured a drink. He took the cup and saw the **** the window glass.

She stood on the side of the road, and looked foolishly here.

Is she watching him?

Lu Shaoming knew she was watching herself!

"Shao Ming, Shao Ming ..." Song Yajing opposite him called him.

"Huh?" He answered, lazily.

Song Yajing murmured dissatisfied, "Shao Ming, Zhi Lei and I came to see you for a special trip, and you didn't say a word, as if absent-minded."

"Mom, didn't you find someone who talked, what else do you want me to say?"

"This kid ..."

"Auntie, don't be angry. Brother Ming is this character. By the way, why didn't your uncle come back this time?" Zhou Zhilei was accustomed to Lu Shaoming's disregard, and she gently persuaded Song Yajing.

"Your uncle is busy with his work. Did n’t he say you went to Europe to attend some of the top wine banquets with your grandpa? Your uncle and your grandfather are very close in character. The relationship is like father and son ..."

Song Yajing and Zhou Zhilei talked. Lu Shaoming picked up chopsticks and clamped a piece of dried incense on the plate. He had no appetite, and his eyes fell on the glass window so uncontrollably.

I don't know when a few drops of hazy rain floated on the glass window. Lu Shaoming raised his eyes to see that it was raining outside.

He lowered his chopsticks and turned his eyes completely. The girl was staring down at her toes, maybe cold, and her two arms around her waist.

Lu Shaoming's breathing was not stable. He raised his hand and was ready to call the waiter.

But the words haven't come out yet. The girl outside the glass window is surrounded by a few enthusiastic little fans, and everyone entangles her to sign.

She signed it lightly, and a fan gave her an umbrella.

She turned to her side and slowly let go of the umbrella, a light purple lace lace umbrella.

She stood up for a few seconds, not looking at him again, but walking away.

After two steps, there was a stall selling sweets by the side of the road. She took a few coins from her pocket and bought a strawberry-flavored sweet.

Lu Shaoming looked at her, she held an umbrella in one hand, her eyes narrowed, and a few strands of hair on her cheek outlined her tender and delicate face. She was like a kitten discarded by the roadside, and she stretched out her tongue to lick After taking the cream of the cone, we shed tears while eating.

Yes, she cried again.

Lu Shaoming only blamed himself for seeing too well. He clearly saw her bright red lips trembled sadly and helplessly. A passerby hit her by the side of the road. She didn't lift her head, eating a cone while crying. gone.

Lu Shaoming closed his eyes and opened the eyes with some force.

The opposite Song Yajing noticed his son's abnormality and asked with concern, "Shao Ming, what's wrong with you, is your headache?"

"Brother Ming, should I call my elder brother, he ..."

Lu Shaoming stroked his forehead, his handsome face was a little pale, and he stood up, "Mom, I have a headache, you eat slowly, I'll go back first."

"Shao Ming."

"Brother Ming." ...

...

Lu Shaoming got into the Bentley car, he really had a headache, and he felt the heart be stung by a bee.

Pressing his temple with his thumb, at this moment his cell phone rang, Zhou Dayuan's phone.

Zhou Dayuan is Zhou Zhilei's older brother and has a good relationship with him. Zhou Dayuan graduated from Harvard Medical School and stayed as a doctor in the UK after graduation. He is now a professor of medicine at the age of 30. This time he is the attending doctor of British surgery .

Lu Shaoming picked up the phone and frowned, "Hey, Da Yuan."

Zhou Dayuan heard the anomaly in his words at once, and his voice was clean and gentle. "Shao Ming, what's wrong with you, is your headache?"

"Well." Lu Shaoming nodded.

"I already told you that you need to rest in the early stages of a serious illness, and it is not suitable for you to start work immediately. In addition, the surgery has caused you some amnesia. You should not forcefully recall the past."

Lu Shaoming leaned his head on the seat with a bit of decadence. He said to himself, "Da Yuan, what are the memories that I lost, why do I feel like my heart is empty and everything around me is changed? Now, and ... "

Also, there was such a girl that he started to feel heartache.

...

After eating a cone, Ning Qing raised her head, and unknowingly she had already reached the Banyanxuan Villa.

She stepped up the steps and stood in the cloister outside the villa door.

This corridor carries a lot of memories. She once stood here several times to wait for Landing Shaoming to return home, and flew into his arms barefoot ...

Now when people go upstairs, there is no warm light in the villa, the lawn is cold, the villa is dark, and the ancient water is dying.

The tiny white hand touched the rosewood carved door inch by inch and was tired. She sat on the stairs and buried her small face in her knees.

Her Lu Shaoming.

When will her Lu Shaoming come back?

Three months.

Time is short.

Will he fall in love with her again?

She confessed that she was deeply stabbed by the scene in the hotel. The three of them sat brightly together, and she stood alone, standing in the rain, her mother-in-law didn't like her, and another woman appeared beside him.

She is jealous and jealous.

Lu Shaoming, does he know or not, she is his little wife, he can only belong to her?

...

Xiao Zhou got out of the nanny's car. She looked at the small person who was curled up on the stairs and ran forward. I ’m dying, it ’s raining now, and you ’re not holding an umbrella, your body is getting wet. Come back to me with your car, do n’t catch a cold. ”

Ning Qing slowly turned her head. She looked at Xiao Zhou and said, "Xiao Zhou, I thought about it."

"what?"

"Think of a better advertisement for Belait."

Xiao Zhou didn't listen, but she quickly started to stand up Ning Qingyi. She touched Ning Qing's forehead and said, distressed, "Ning Qing, did you have a fever and burn your brain? You are sitting here just to think about it Lai Lai ad? Come with me. "

Xiao Zhou took Ning Qing's little hand and took her into the car.

...

On the car, Ning Qing wiped off the water droplets on her hair and wrapped a woolen blanket. Xiao Zhou passed her hot milk tea, and Ning Qing took a sip.

"It's delicious, thank you Xiao Zhou."

Looking at Ning Qing's heartless smile, Xiao Zhou felt wet in her eyes. Ning Qing had always been a very strong girl, but when no one was there, she would lock herself up to her wounds.

"Ning Qing, if you are sad, make it clear that you came to this past and Lu Shao's love nest to remember the past, don't you say any advertisement to scare me."

Ning Qing bloomed a pure and harmless smile, "Xiao Zhou, I really thought of a good advertisement. I think Shao Ming can fall in love with me again in three months, but only if I want to show something to make people love Yeah, he is not a superficial person, and he wo n’t fall in love with me for a few laps with his beautiful little face, so he will fall in love with me, so I have to show my results and wait for him. Afraid he doesn't have me in his heart? "

Xiao Zhou was relieved. It turned out that Ning Qing was normal. She was curious, "Ning Qing, what good way did you think?"

Ning Qing blinked mysteriously, leaning comfortably into the back seat, holding milk tea.

Lu Shaoming, ready to turn in your heart!

...

The next day to Guang Qing, Ning Qing went straight to Ye Ting's office.

"Manager Ye, I came up with a better commercial for Bai Laiyu."

"Oh, isn't it?" Ye Ting didn't realize that Ning Qing really took it to heart. She gave a perfunctory response and continued her work.

"Mr. Ye, we changed the catwalk show directly into a drama, and then placed Bai Laiyu's advertisement in the drama."

Ye Ting looked up from a pile of project tables, she asked in amazement, "What, advertising? Ning Qing, what are you thinking about? Advertising is a thing that can't get on the table, that is, a black box operation. You now You want to market Bai Laiyu in the drama by inserting advertisements? By then, everyone's attention will be on the drama, Bai Laiyu will become a supporting role. You are the first and the second. "

"How could that be?" Ning Qing's small white face was full of confidence and calmness, she slowly explained, "I wrote the script of this play personally, it must have been triggered by Bai Laiyu." In a story, the drama combines the modern aesthetics of the runway and the plasticity of the story. We invited the popular Tianwang Tian to play the role later, making it a star effect. "

"Secondly, although the placement of advertisements is not a matter of being on the table, you cannot deny that the placement of advertisements has blossomed all over the world, and now it has caused a lot of controversy. We are now officially putting the placement of advertisements on the screen, using controversy and public opinion Hot topic, the more controversial the redder, Bai Laiyu will surely be popular in the market. "

"Finally, in recent years, the fixed model of advertising is the catwalk runway plus commercials, so why can't we open up a new river? Unconventional, bold ideas, and the courage to try are the fresh blood that the market needs now. We can be the front runners and create A new era in advertising. "

Ye Tingyun listened. To tell the truth, until yesterday, she did not take Ning Qing's method to heart, because Ning Qing was not familiar with this because of her specialization in surgery.

However, she found herself wrong. Ning Qing seemed to go back to the media school to study marketing and production. She had to say that her counterintuitive approach was bold and aggressive and very novel.

Why didn't she think?

Ye Ting was a bit frustrated. As a Harvard arrogant, her ability is obvious to all. Listening to Ning Qing's method, she can anticipate the huge reputational benefits that would be brought by the success of drama advertising.

Always imitated, never surpassed, legendary.

Will Bai Laiyu become that legend?

Ye Ting coughed, concealing the shock in her heart, and she asked, "What's the theme of this Bai Laiying's drama advertisement? Are you thinking about it?"

"Well," Ning Qing nodded, and she looked up at the gorgeous sunlight outside the floor-to-ceiling window, smirking, "Bai Laiyu's theme is-the journey of love."

Ye Ting was silent for a few seconds. "This method is difficult to operate. You go back and make a specific implementation plan. I will discuss with the team if it is feasible."

"Okay." Ning Qing nodded quickly when she saw hope.