Lu Niange's face looked ugly so bad that his lips were bloodless.

He held the steering wheel hard, and looked at Ling Momo's eyes with complex emotions floating.

He wanted to say something, but he moved his lips and didn't say anything after all.

The car was quiet for a few seconds, and Ling Momo calmly reached out and knocked on the car door: "Mr. Lu, can you let me get out of the car?"

Lu Niange pursed his lower lip, raised his hand, and pressed the car lock.

Ling Momo didn't stay for a moment, so she pushed open the car door and left with her bag.

Looking at her back, Lu Nian's Adam's apple rolled up and down.

…

Ling Momo's already a little depressed mood is now getting worse by Lu Niange's disturbance.

When she got home, she was depressed and lay on the sofa. She let out several breaths before she felt the depression in her chest slightly dissipated. She thought of the phone call Enson called her and made an appointment to meet her tonight, and her mood became more and more nervous.

Why did he ask her to meet?

Should he fulfill his agreement with her, or should she draw a clear line with her because she asked to see him?

There are some things that cannot be guessed, and the more you guess, the more you will be random.

Ling Momo guessed that in the end, he was a little afraid to see Enson.

It was still early, and Ling Momo was afraid that she would continue to think so by herself and drive herself crazy, so she went to find something to do.

She changed the sheets and quilt covers to a new set, washed them in the washing machine, then cooked supper, filled her stomach, and took a shower.

She felt that time had passed for a long time, but she picked up her phone and looked at it and found that it was not until seven o'clock in the evening.

She had already cleaned up her home and couldn't find anything to do, so she simply lay on her desk and started writing the lyrics of her album to be released on the Chinese Valentine's Day.

Perhaps because she had something in her heart, her thoughts were a little unstable. After holding it in for a long time, she didn't write a few lyrics. Instead, she wrote most of the enson on the paper.

She sighed, crumpled the paper into a ball, threw it into the trash can, and then bit the pen and focused on the white paper.

Less than half a minute later, her brain floated to Enson again. This time she did not write or draw on the paper, but stared at the white paper for a long time, then picked up the pen and started writing on the paper.

1: You are very good. Among all the people I have met, you are the best and I am very lucky to meet you.

2: I have been thinking about you every day these days (even though you haven’t chatted with me).

3: I think I have fallen in love with you.

4: I don’t care about money, the eyes of the world, the gains and losses, I just want to be with you simply.

5: I don’t have much warmth, I want to leave it all for you to drive away all the haze in this world for you.

6: I am willing to waste my time for you without any regrets.

7: I can’t tell why I like you, but I know that you are the reason why I don’t like others.

8: Thank you for coming to my world. I hope that one day, my world and your world can become our world.

9: I am waiting for someone, someone who can put my story on a silence.

10: I came to this world because of you, but I am more attached to this world because of you.

11: I want to make breakfast for you, wash white shirts for you, and I want to grow old with you.

12: I don’t want to be your whole, just be your favorite part.

13: Can I like you?

Ling Momo wrote thirteen sentences in one breath. After she finished writing, she realized that she had written something.

She looked at the thirteen neatly written words on the paper and subconsciously wanted to tear off the paper, but her fingers pulled the two corners of the white paper. She was about to exert force, but in the end she let her finger loose.

She pursed her lips, folded the paper and clamped it into a book.

…

Before Ling Momo came, Li Qingshen stood in the most luxurious suite in the palace and kept smoking.

He actually rarely smokes, but in the past few days, he has been irritated by her and has smoked much more frequently.

At about ten o'clock, the door rang. He snatched out the cigarette, turned around and walked towards the door.

The door opened and closed, and the room was pitch black. Ling Momo stood at the door without moving, as if he was adapting to such darkness.

Li Qingshen stared at the place where she was. Although it was pitch black and could not see anything, he sneered silently for no reason.

He felt that he was probably crazy, and the scene of her and Lu Niange being together has been in his mind these days.

He thought, he might have been crazy. When he knew that she was with Lu Niange before, although he was sad, he was not as angry as he is now.

Li Qingshen's hand was clenched tightly into a fist. He looked at the person in front of him through the darkness, and was so angry that he wanted to strangle her to death, and then strangle the man to death.

He thought the two of them were really good.

Lu Niange was eating in the pot and dominated the bowl, and Ling Momo was even more promising. Lu Niange was like this, and she was still so obsessed.

The room was very quiet. Ling Momo waited for a while. Seeing Enson's reaction, she couldn't help but move forward a few steps, and then smelled the strong smell of smoke. She frowned unaccustomedly: "Why have you... smoked so much?"

Li Qingshen gritted his teeth and sneered.

What does it have to do with him smoking?

Does she like it?

Yes, how could she like it? She won't like anything he does, right?

Since she was very young, she liked to hide from him. In her heart, he only deserves the words "illness and perverts".

It’s not like Lu Niange, who can’t compare to him anywhere, but in her eyes, it’s the best everywhere...

These thoughts hurt Li Qingshen's nerves like a ball of fire, and he suddenly leaned towards her with big strides.

He walked up to her, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her to walk along the bed.

What if she doesn't like it?

She has exchange conditions with him, right?

No matter how much she likes it, as long as he wants to, she still has to run here to find him obediently after a call.
Chapter completed!