As soon as he finished speaking, he hung up the phone fiercely, with a ferocious face, clenched his fist and smashed it against the handrail of the elevator.
Imoni was panting heavily, and the soft spots on her chest were rising and falling as she panted heavily.
Although she was tired and aggrieved after chasing her, she still acted like a lady in front of him and said delicately: "Zimo, you walk so fast."
As he spoke, he put his white and tender little hands on his chest, soothing them to make his breath flow better.
Little did he know that Leng Zimo was so agitated at this moment that he had the urge to strangle her to death.
But he still controlled his emotions forcibly, turned around, faced her, and said in a deep but masculine tone, "If I heard you right, you seem to be saying that you didn't mean it this morning?"
"Yeah." Imoni nodded obediently.
"Then, should I understand it as intentional?" Leng Zimo retorted with a serious expression.
"Ah..." Due to nervousness, Imoni didn't realize what was going on.
"Go away, I don't want to see you now. Before my temper breaks out, disappear from my face immediately." Leng Zimo said with a cold face and a cold tone.
After saying that, he put his hands on the armrests and buried his head in annoyance.
Imoni didn't understand why Leng Zimo was so disgusted with her. She just listened to her mother and played some tricks in front of her uncle and aunt this morning, but that was all because she loved him so much.
No, it’s not malicious! Why would he treat himself like this?
Emoni turned and left full of grievance.
Leng Zimo raised his head and watched her twisting and turning away from his sight while stepping on those ten-centimeter high heels, and couldn't help but feel a thump in his heart.
He shouted loudly at her back: "Wait a minute."
Imoni, who was full of grievances, suddenly froze when she heard this familiar voice behind her. She turned around ecstatically and said, "Zimo, are you calling me?"
Leng Zimo didn't say anything, just stretched out his index finger and hooked her.
Imoni continued to push the plump butt that had returned to its original shape, squirming towards him, and shouted excitedly: "Zimo..."
When he saw her pitiful appearance, Leng Zimo suddenly became amused. His hatred for her was not as strong as before, but he just felt more sympathy.
He clenched his hand into a fist, put it against his lips, coughed a few times and said, "Well, today's model has something to do and can't come. Do you think you can complete the show in her place?"
"Ah...I..." Yi Mengni didn't expect that Leng Zimo would ask her to show up, even though she knew how to walk on the catwalk.
But... now... I am Leng Zimo's fiancée in name after all. How can I show up casually, let alone walk on the catwalk.
Imoni was so aggrieved that she remained silent.
Leng Zimo had noticed Imoni's hesitation and said disdainfully: "If you feel embarrassed, just pretend I didn't say anything." After saying that, he turned and left.
Imoni held her clothes tightly with both hands, feeling very conflicted. She didn't know what to do, but she really didn't want to show up, but he... seemed very unhappy...