At that time, she and Ling Momo were still young and were still in junior high school. She went to Ling Momo's house to play.

She knocked on the door for a long time before someone came to open it. She thought it was Ling Momo's grandmother or Ling Momo, but she didn't know that the one who opened the door was a beautiful boy.

She looked at the boy who seemed to have walked out of the painting and was stunned on the spot.

It was not until Ling Momo's grandmother asked who was coming that she came that she came and shouted sweetly, "Grandma."

In addition to the boy that day, there was also a very beautiful aunt who said she was an aunt, but she looked very young, and more like her and Ling Momo's sister. She learned from their chat that it was the boy's mother.

She always regarded Ling Momo's home as her own, so she was very comfortable after entering, but on that day, she felt particularly oppressive, and she never spoke, and her eyes didn't move away from the boy.

It can be seen that the boy is not very close to everyone and has an extremely cold personality.

Ling Momo has always been lively and active, maybe because the boy is there. She was very obedient that day and always eats properly. When she is halfway through, she may be jealous of the shrimps on the other side of the table. She picked up the chopsticks and went to pick them up. Her little body accidentally touched the boy. She immediately fell back into the seat and said to the boy quickly: "I'm sorry."

The boy's expression was cold, just like he didn't hear her words, without saying a word.

The boy and his mother went to pick up shrimps at the same time the next second. The boy's mother was very gentle and put the shrimps in Ling Momo's bowl.

The boy paused with the shrimps, and then put them back on his plate.

Although she was young at that time, she could see that the young man was holding shrimps at that time, not trying to put them on his plate, but wanted to hand them to Ling Momo.

After dinner, Ling Momo pulled her to watch TV. She was playing with the remote control in her hand, but she accidentally threw it to the ground. When she lowered her head to pick up the remote control, she didn't notice the coffee table. She raised her head a little fiercely and bumped her head into the corner of the table. The boy was sitting next to them at the time. Seeing this scene, she reached out and blocked the corner of the table without thinking.

Ling Momo's grandmother washed the fruit and called them to go over and eat it.

Ling Momo did not feel any pain, stood up and pulled her into the restaurant, leaving the boy sitting alone on the sofa, motionless.

She looked back at that time. The boy had already bruised and swollen from the back of Ling Momo's hand blocking the corner of the table.

After lunch, the boy left with his mother.

One second before and the next, she asked Ling Momo: "Who is that?"

Ling Momo curled her lips and said with an unhappy look: "Little uncle."

She also wanted to ask Ling Momo about that boy again.

Ling Momo was obviously full of thought on the comic book in front of her. Before she could speak, she pulled her to talk about comics again.

In fact, she had only seen the boy once, and never saw him again, and Ling Momo never mentioned the young uncle, so over time, she forgot about the boy.

If it weren't for the night of the palace, she wouldn't have thought of this past event.

She was drunk that night. The next day when she woke up and brushed her teeth with her hangover head, she reacted vaguely, oh, the young man from that time, the young uncle in Ling Momo's mouth turned out to be Li Qingshen.

After so many years, she had long forgotten the appearance of Li Qingshen's boy, but the purple on the back of the boy's hand made her remember it deeply.

I was very young back then and didn't understand many things.

Now that she has grown up, she realizes that the boy who looks very cold is actually not cold to Ling Momo.

Such a proud man would definitely be very angry if he knew that the girl he cared about was so obsessed with his ex-boyfriend.

Thinking of this, a sharp smile appeared on Jian Chenxi's lips.

"Morning light? Morning light?"

Lu Niange's voice came from outside the door. Jian Chenxi immediately came to her senses, quickly turned off the computer, took a magazine from the table beside her and opened it, then responded: "I'm here."

The door of the study was pushed open, and Lu Niange walked in wrapped in a bathrobe. He saw the magazine in Jian Chenxi's hand, "Why do you look like these gossip magazines?"

"You're bored." Jian Chenxi put down the magazine and walked towards Lu Niange.

Lu Niange stretched out his hand, hugged Jian Chenxi and lowered his head and kissed him.

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At ten o'clock in the morning, Li Qingshen, who woke up, stepped into the bathroom.

Standing under the shower and taking a shower halfway, he heard the doorbell downstairs.

There are very few people who know about this villa, and there are basically no ones who will come here except Ling Momo.

He didn't bother to wash his head until he was normal, and quickly washed away the foam on his body with a shower, wrapped himself in a bathrobe and went downstairs.

The floor of the villa was marble. Li Qingshen walked very quickly. The water droplets on his body fell to the ground. The ground was a little slippery. He almost slipped several times. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and grabbed the handrail of the stairs in time.

After passing through the lobby on the first floor of the villa, he rushed to the door and quickly opened the door.

Standing outside the door was a man wearing a mask: "May I ask, is it Mr. Li Qingshen?"

Li Qingshen didn't say anything.

The man handed over an envelope: "This is your express delivery."

Li Qingshen frowned, took the envelope, said nothing, pulled the door up and turned back upstairs.

After throwing the envelope on the table, he returned to the master bedroom and went into the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, he went downstairs to get some food, fill his stomach, and make a cup of black tea and walk upstairs.

He originally wanted to go to the music room on the third floor. When he passed the second floor, he thought of the express delivery and turned back to the master bedroom and picked it up from the table.

Entering the music room, he placed the tea cup on the tea table, slowly pulled a chair and sat down, lazily tearing open the envelope, and several photos slid out from it.

He picked it up casually and saw the person in the photo, his expression slowly turned cold.

Ling Momo in the photo, wearing yesterday's clothes, was talking to Lu Niange.

So, after the competition ended yesterday, she went to find Lu Niange?

Li Qingshen flipped the photos one by one. She looked at his eyes in each photo, and several of them were smiling on her face.

The last photo has a house number.

Li Qingshen was silent for a while, and held his cell phone and sent a message.

Less than five minutes later, his cell phone rang, and the specific address where Lu Niange currently lives entered his cell phone. The last door number of the address was exactly the same as the door number in the photo.
Chapter completed!