Li Qingshen's lips were pursed tightly, and his eyes became more and more sharp when he looked at the photos.

He sat there, looking calm, but deep in his eyes, another burst of anger was burning.

In yesterday's game, he didn't need to go to the scene and just watch it in front of the monitor in the background.

But he hesitated and pushed the door open.

As a result, what he saw was because of Jian Chenxi's few small actions, she began to stare at Lu Niange like she lost her soul.

If he hadn't gotten up and left and threw the door so loudly, he thought she would have been unable to come back for a while.

While she was thinking about comparing to Jian Chenxi, she was led by Jian Chenxi.

The man clearly didn't want her anymore and was already helping another woman dealing with her. Not only did she refuse to give up, she also ran to the man's doorstep to find the man after the game?

What did she ask that man to do? Would she beg that man to come back to her?

Thinking of this, Li Qingshen smiled angrily: "Ha~"

Is that man that good?

So good that they are all men from other women, she still misses them.

Li Qingshen closed his eyes and wanted to calm himself down, but he looked at the photos on the table, and the anger on his chest became more and more intense. In the end, he couldn't bear it and picked up the teacup and smashed it hard on the table.

The hot tea splashed everywhere and fell on his body and exposed skin.

He seemed to be unable to feel the pain, staring at the photos with cold eyes for a while, then got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Open the window, the early summer wind blows in front of you, bringing the freshness of the valley.

He picked up the cigarette box in annoyance and lit a cigarette.

He thrust very hard, one after another, accidentally choked himself on the way. He supported the glass window and bent over and coughed violently.

At the end of coughing, he raised his head with red eyes and looked at the desk she had sat on not far away.

Even though he knew that he was willing to return home for her, he would be very angry whenever he saw her fascinated for that man.

He knew very well that the name of this fire was Jealousy.

That man named Lu Niange is not as good as him anywhere.

But he was crazy and jealous of him.

I've been jealous since more than two years ago.

…

When he returned home from Lu Niange's house, Ling Momo was in a good mood. He carefully prepared four dishes and a soup, then lay on the sofa, gnawing on snacks while watching TV, while waiting for Yi Xiang to come back from get off work from the cafe to have dinner together.

After dinner, Ling Momo volunteered to wash the dishes, then pulled Yi Xiang around the community twice, got home and took a good hot shower, and then lay on the bed and went to bed early.

When she woke up the next day, she first paid the property fee, then went to the supermarket to buy some ingredients, and went home for more than two hours to make a pot of crab soup buns.

She took out the newly bought insulation box, put half of it in, and left the remaining half for Yi Xiang, and then took a taxi to Li Qingshen's villa.

It was already 1:00 pm when she arrived. She rang the doorbell and before she could wait for someone to open the door, she pushed the door of the villa. The door was not locked and she pushed it open so gently.

While she called the teacher, she walked in. There was no one in the living room. She put the food box on the dining table and walked to the second floor.

Li Qingshen's bedroom door was not closed, and the open window blew into the wind.

Seeing that there was no one inside, Ling Momo went to the third floor.

The music room was also empty, but the tea table facing the door was in a mess.

The best purple clay tea set was smashed into pieces, and the black tea was soaked and stretched out and the leaves were flying everywhere. There were many cigarette butts of varying lengths scattered on the ground next to it. Although the windows were open, she could still smell the strong and choking smell of cigarettes.

Li Qingshen is in a bad mood?

Ling Momo looked at the picture in front of him, stunned for a few seconds, then walked to the side to pick up the trash can and started to clean up.

Ten minutes later, she walked out of the villa with a garbage bag and walked towards the trash can outside the door.

She sorted the garbage and was about to enter the house when she saw Li Qingshen in the backyard of the villa. He was standing in front of a dilapidated iron basin and burning things.

Ling Momo walked over curiously.

Although she couldn't see his face, she was still a little nervous just looking at his cold back and the scene she saw in the music room. She didn't dare to get too close and stopped a distance from him: "Teacher?"

Li Qingshen turned his back to her and said nothing.

I don’t know what was burning in the iron basin, but it was almost finished, leaving a thin layer of ashes.

Ling Momo pursed her lips, waited for a few seconds and asked again: "Teacher, have you had lunch?"

Seeing that the last little remaining photos were burned out, Li Qingshen turned around and walked into the villa when Ling Momo did not exist.

Ling Momo followed, but kept a short distance: "Teacher, I made crab soup buns, which were in the insulation box. If you didn't have lunch, you can eat it now."

Li Qingshen walked very fast.

Ling Momo had to speed up his pace: "Teacher, it's better to eat crab noodles while it's hot."

When he arrived at the door of the house, Ling Momo accelerated his pace and surpassed Li Qingshen. He ran in first, then opened the food box on the dining table, and held it in front of Li Qingshen like a treasure: "Teacher, try it, it's really delicious."

Li Qingshen lowered his eyes and looked at the food box she was holding, then looked up and glanced at her smiling little face, walked around her without saying a word, and walked towards the second floor.

Ling Momo turned his lower body as he moved, and from the corner of his eyes he glanced at his hand hanging from his side.

It should be that when I was smashing something in the music room, fragments of the porcelain flew up and landed on his hand, cutting the back of his hand.

It seems that the hole is quite deep, and the blood is still seeping out.

Ling Momo called out again without thinking, and then quickly carried the food box in his hand and chased forward a few steps: "Teacher, what's wrong with your hand?"

Li Qingshen walked up the steps just like he didn't hear her words.

Ling Momo subconsciously grabbed his cuff: "Teacher, this wound looks quite deep. You come to the living room first. When I was shopping in the supermarket a few days ago, I bought some spare medicines and put them at your house. I will apply some medicine to you."

"No." Li Qingshen's tone was as cold as the ice in the cold winter.

"For use, teacher, you must also treat the small wounds well, otherwise they will be infected and it will be very troublesome..." As he said that, Ling Momo pulled Li Qingshen and wanted to walk to the sofa.

She didn't know where she had offended him in this action, so he suddenly turned his back: "I said no!"

Ling Momo was startled and forgot to let go of the fingertips that were holding his cuffs.

He seemed to have exhausted his patience, and the next moment he shook his arm hard: "Get out--"

PS: Bye bye ~
Chapter completed!