Before Ling Momo could react, the phone was hung up.

Enson's passage is not coherent at all, just like someone who makes a sentence, one by one.

Ling Momo silently put down his phone and translated his sentence in a complete manner: I am Enson, or the old place on the top floor of the palace, see you at 10 o'clock.

Time is tight, and she can't help but tell her.

Ling Momo quickly finished the meal, went into the bathroom to take a battle shower, changed into clean clothes, and hurried downstairs, calling a taxi while running outside the community gate.

Like last time, when Ling Momo arrived, Enson was already inside, and there were still no lights in the house. The thick curtains were tightly pulled, and no light was penetrated.

The room was pitch black and I couldn't see my five fingers.

Ling Momo tried to move forward two steps, wanting to ask him whether he made this decision for her about the new mythological song PK match.

But before she even said anything, she was pulled into her arms and blocked her lips.

The room was quiet, and he didn't talk to her. He kissed her intently and did what he should do.

Suddenly, a tone came from Ling Momo's phone, and a bright light flashed by. It was a text message. Ling Momo subconsciously opened his eyes.

Enson reacted quickly and raised his hand and covered her eyes.

Then she heard a thud, and Enson threw her cell phone off the bed.

When Enson took his hand away from her, the room was the darkness that was so thick that it could not be melted.

Before she could think about who sent the text message, she was taken into a strange sensory world by Enson.

It's very late at night.

Enson lay beside him, listening quietly to the girl's light and continuous breathing. After a long time of silence, he stood up and put on his clothes.

With his memory, he touched her phone, touched the screen, and saw a message on it.

See you at the carving time cafe opposite the school at 12:00 p.m. tomorrow at 12:00 p.m.

It's that man again.

Enson stared at the screen for a while, threw his phone back on the carpet, and in the darkness, stared at the girl sleeping on the bed for a while, reached out and lifted the quilt, found her ankle, pulled her in front of her, leaned over and pressed down...

When Ling Momo woke up, Enson had already buried her body.

She hadn't completely woken up from her dream, and she was a little confused. It was not until she felt that he was getting more and more intense that she reacted vaguely. Compared to the actions he had before going to bed, he was now more like... venting?

Is Enson a special hobby?

So rude and direct?

Then will he have more times with her in the future and have something more excessive to do?

Ling Momo's mind somehow moved all kinds of scenes like small whip and small black room...

She shrank her neck and was a little panicked.

Ling Momo had no impression of how it ended last night and when Enson left. She only knew that it was ten o'clock the next morning when she opened her eyes.

The hotel room was empty. He had his clothes that had been torn all over the floor last night, and were neatly placed on the bedside. Her shoes were neatly placed at the door.

Ling Momo was confused. She searched around the house hard for a while, but she couldn't find any clues left by Enson, and even the traces of their lingering together last night.

If she hadn't found her body covered with traces of varying depths when she went to take a shower, she would have thought that all of this was a plot of a bloody tyrant novel that she had made up for.

After taking a shower, Ling Momo's brain became much clearer, and soon realized that at three o'clock this afternoon, there was a PK competition for the new mythology song in SE.

She quickly put on her clothes and picked up her phone from the ground.

While watching the time, she saw a text message.

See you at the carving time cafe opposite the school at 12:00 p.m. tomorrow at 12:00 p.m.

Lu Niange, carving time, meeting at the school gate.

As these words filled her eyes, her eyes were a little dull.

Lu Niange asked her to meet...

After half a year, he actually asked her to meet...

Ling Momo's hand suddenly clenched his phone tightly, and he clamped it with extraordinary force. The phone was clearly angular, but she could not feel any pain at all. Her eyes were a little swollen and painful, with a little soreness and astringency.

At the beginning, something like that happened. He did not see her and cut off all contact with her without saying a word, and ignored her.

He didn't know how long she had been waiting for this sentence...

She is not the kind of person who is pestering her. She just wants to figure out what happened. Even if he doesn't like her or he really falls in love with Jian Chenxi, she can accept it, but he has to make it clear to her that he can't explain it so much that he can't give her any explanation.

Ling Momo turned her head and looked at the gloomy sky outside the window, as if she was feeling at this moment, mixed with her.

It took a long time before her dark pupils turned slightly, and then she looked at the time stiffly at 11:35.

She put on her clothes and shoes in a daze, went downstairs, and stopped a taxi. She first said to the driver about SE Company, and then changed her words to Huaijiang Conservatory of Music.

The competition started at three o'clock.

Meeting at twelve o'clock.

The school and SE company are not too far away, and there is more than enough time.

…

The sky is gloomy and it is raining today.

It was heavy rain.

Li Qingshen came out of the palace last night and did not return to the villa in the scenic area, but stayed in the car for most of the night.

He almost didn't close his eyes all night.

Until after 11:00 noon, he finally saw her coming out of the palace.

Seeing her get into the taxi, he started the car and followed.

Judging from the route, he went to SE Company. He felt like he had a big stone unloaded. He breathed a sigh of relief, and his expression condensed into ice was slightly relaxed.

However, at the next traffic light intersection, the taxi in front suddenly turned around.

After following a while, Li Qingshen realized that this was the way to school.

His gaze was instantly cold, and the air pressure in the car was extremely low.

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Chapter completed!