Chapter 95 Shao Ming, Are We Reconciled?

He could see her panic, loneliness and helplessness, and she lost her hedgehog, crying like a 20-year-old girl.

If, if she was willing to treat him like this in the past three years, if she could lower herself to question him when he was involved in all kinds of gossip, and shed tears to keep him, maybe they would not be like this today.

But why did she do everything she couldn't do to him, but now did everything to Lu Shaoming?

Ning Qing's words echoed in his ears again, "I love Lu Shaoming, I love him", huh, did she really fall in love with Lu Shaoming?

Then what is he?

What are their 20 years?

Xu Junxi was drunk, his vision was blurred, he looked up, and a girl walked by him, wearing a white sweater and jeans, Ning Qing's appearance.

"Ning Qing." Xu Junxi pulled the girl to sit on his lap, and he lowered his eyes to kiss the girl.

The girl was terrified and pushed him to struggle, "Who are you? Let me go."

Xu Junxi frowned, took out his wallet from his suit and slapped it on the table. He was drunk and slurred, "Ning Qing, I have money. I'll give you all my money. Will you be with me? Ha, I've done it with Ning Yao so many times, but I'm not happy. You're all in my mind. I kissed your lips when I was rolling on the sofa with the young model. It smells so good. Ning Qing, let me kiss you."

Xu Junxi was about to kiss the girl again, but the girl's boyfriend ran over, pulled the girl out of Xu Junxi's arms, and greeted her with a fist.

After a "crackling" sound, Xu Junxi lay on the ground.

"Dare to bully my woman, I can't beat you to death!" The boyfriend kicked Xu Junxi a few more times and took the girl away.

The people in the bar gathered together and pointed at Xu Junxi who was blocking the ground.

Xu Junxi looked at the crystal chandelier above his head. No matter how painful his body was, it was not even one tenth of the pain in his heart. "Hehe..." He took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket.

Lu Shaoming was a light sleeper, so when the cell phone rang, he opened his eyes quickly.

He moved a little, "Hmm..." The girl in his arms was half asleep and hugged him tighter. She frowned and muttered, "Who is it? It's so noisy..."

Lu Shaoming kissed Ning Qing's forehead to comfort her. He looked up and saw Ning Qing's cell phone ringing on the bedside table.

He stretched out his long arm and took the cell phone in his palm. It was Xu Junxi's call.

He lowered his eyes to look at the girl, and with a flick of his finger, he answered the call.

"Hey, Ning Qing, today you told me that you fell in love with Lu Shaoming, is that true? I don't believe it, I don't believe it, I know you did it to piss me off..."

"Ning Qing, let's start over, I'll slowly pay back what I owe Ning Yao, but Ning Qing, don't leave me, I... love you..."

Lu Shaoming didn't even frown when he heard this. Xu Junxi had been drinking, he could tell, he calmly hung up the phone and turned off the phone.

A busy tone came from his ears, Xu Junxi quickly called back, but the other end of the phone was a mechanical female voice---I'm sorry, the number you said you dialed is turned off.

Xu Junxi's right arm holding the phone fell to the ground weakly and desperately, his eyes were hot, he reached out and touched it, it turned out that tears were pouring out.

He cried.

...

The next morning Ning Qing got up late, and when she woke up Lu Shaoming was gone.

When she walked out of the door, she heard a piano sound, which came from her grandmother's room.

Where did the piano come from?

Ning Qing walked over to see.

Grandma's door was open. A milky white piano was placed in the room. Lu Shaoming sat beside the piano, playing the black and white keys with his slender fingers.

Grandma sat next to Lu Shaoming, and she also curiously stretched out her fingers to touch. Yue Wanqing put a cup of hot milk on the table and walked over to stop him with a smile, "Grandma, don't make trouble, let Shaoming play it for you."

"It's okay, mom, let grandma play it." Lu Shaoming said in a low voice.

Grandma was originally very wary of the unfamiliar Lu Shaoming, but now she smiled and her old fingers played twice on the left keys. Lu Shaoming followed her tune and played three times. After a while, Ning Qing heard that it was actually a song "Little White Poplar".

A relaxed and cheerful melody sounded, and the music occasionally joined by grandma was considered harmonious. Yue Wanqing smiled brightly and beat the rhythm to teach grandma to sing---

A little poplar, growing next to the sentry post

With deep roots and strong trunks, it guards the northern border...

Ning Qing's heart was deeply touched. For three whole years, she hadn't seen her mother and grandma smile so happily. They were bathed in the morning sunshine and smiled so brightly.

Ning Qing's eyes could not help but stay on Lu Shaoming. He always wore a white shirt, black trousers, with clear sideburns, handsome features, and nobleness. I didn't expect that he could play the piano. Such a man is not in the business world. When he plays the piano, he is like a piece of unpolished jade, elegant and gentle.

Just watching his big hands with distinct joints flying skillfully on the black and white keys, she felt very pleasing to the eye.

Ning Qing couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth. It was seven o'clock now. He made her grandma happy and her mother happy. Didn't he have to go to the company himself?

She felt sweet in her heart because he gave her candy.

"Qingqing," Yue Wanqing noticed her and waved to her, "Are you awake? We are all waiting for you to have breakfast. I wanted to wake you up, but Shaoming said to let you sleep a little longer."

Yue Wanqing's eyes were full of smiles.

The music stopped, and Ning Qing walked in with small steps. She was embarrassed to look at the man, not wanting him to see the gentle light in her eyes.

Ning Qing walked to her grandmother and squatted down slowly, "Grandma, did you sleep well last night?"

"Yes, yes, very good." Grandma nodded happily, and then she looked at Lu Shaoming beside her carefully and asked, "Qingqing, who is he?"

Because grandma was sitting with Lu Shaoming, she squatted down, and the man's straight and proud long legs were right next to her sight, and her face was slightly red.

"Grandma, his name is Lu Shaoming, Qingqing's...husband, we are already married, and he is your grandson-in-law." Ning Qing's voice was sweet.