It's not that Jian Chenxi didn't hear the sarcasm in Ling Momo's words, but she wasn't angry either. She just curled her lips and still smiled: "But don't be too proud. You were no match for me before. You are now."
, let alone be my opponent!”
After Jian Chenxi said that, she turned around, twisted her exquisite figure, and left enchantingly step by step.
Ling Momo looked at Jian Chenxi's back, she just curled her lips silently, and slowly opened a light smile... Jian Chenxi, you are only half right, the Ling Mo of before
Mo is indeed not your opponent, but Ling Momo now and in the future... will never lose to you!
The PK competition for Shinhwa's new song is scheduled for next Thursday.
It happened to be the time when Ling Momo went to study with Li Qingshen.
After Ling Momo and Li Qingshen broke up on bad terms, they never went to the villa to study, and Li Qingshen never called her.
Ling Momo knew that Shinhwa was a legend in the music industry, and sooner or later she would have to admit her mistakes. However, Ling Momo had more important things to do in front of her, so she focused all her attention on the preparations for the PK competition. Naturally, she
I just ignored Li Qingshen.
Li Qingshen has already finished the theme song for director Wang Yi's new film, and has more and more free time.
It was Wednesday again. Li Qingshen got up very early, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the third floor of the villa, made a pot of tea, and quietly looked at the road going down the mountain.
From morning to dusk, there was still no figure of the person he was waiting for on the way down the mountain.
Time passed in a hurry again, and she didn't come on time today. He knew that he would have to wait for another whole week.
Li Qingshen knows what Ling Momo is busy with, preparing for tomorrow's PK match.
He listened to her music, and to be honest, it was pretty good. Maybe he heard her play the music that day, so he caught the feeling and had an advantage over anyone else.
But he knew that she was really not suitable to step into that circle now.
The sky gradually darkened, and the road down the mountain was pitch black, with no one around. Li Qingshen moved stiffly and stared at the desk beside him. After standing for a moment, Li Qingshen walked over.
There is a thick layer of A4 paper placed on it, and each piece is covered with music scores copied by the girl, with slender and beautiful handwriting.
Li Qingshen picked up a few of them and flipped through them slowly. She found that some of the handwriting was neat and some were scrawled by herself. She was afraid that when she was writing, her mood would be calm for a while and impetuous for a while.
Li Qingshen stared at it for a long time before tidying up the A4 papers and placing them in a corner of the desk.
Then, he walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. His face was pale and he stared at the starry sky outside for a long time with a tired expression. Then he picked up a mobile phone beside him and made a call to Ling Momo.
As Enson.
She was having dinner when she remembered Ling Momo's phone call, and the caller ID showed an unknown number.
Ling Momo answered, holding something in her mouth and responded vaguely: "Hello, hello."
Three simple words and a familiar voice made Li Qingshen's calm expression tremble slightly. He soon calmed down and spoke in a deliberately cold tone.
"Enson, it's still the same place, ten o'clock." It's not that Jian Chenxi didn't hear the sarcasm in Ling Momo's words, but she wasn't angry either. She just curled her lips and still smiled: "But don't be too proud, before.
You were no match for me, and you now are even less likely to be my match!"
After Jian Chenxi said that, she turned around, twisted her exquisite figure, and left enchantingly step by step.
Ling Momo looked at Jian Chenxi's back, she just curled her lips silently, and slowly opened a light smile... Jian Chenxi, you are only half right, the Ling Mo of before
Mo is indeed not your opponent, but Ling Momo now and in the future... will never lose to you!
The PK competition for Shinhwa's new song is scheduled for next Thursday.
It happened to be the time when Ling Momo went to study with Li Qingshen.
After Ling Momo and Li Qingshen broke up on bad terms, they never went to the villa to study, and Li Qingshen never called her.
Ling Momo knew that Shinhwa was a legend in the music industry, and sooner or later she would have to admit her mistakes. However, Ling Momo had more important things to do in front of her, so she focused all her attention on the preparations for the PK competition. Naturally, she
I just ignored Li Qingshen.
Li Qingshen has already finished the theme song for director Wang Yi's new film, and has more and more free time.
It was Wednesday again. Li Qingshen got up very early, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the third floor of the villa, made a pot of tea, and quietly looked at the road going down the mountain.
From morning to dusk, there was still no figure of the person he was waiting for on the way down the mountain.
Time passed in a hurry again, and she didn't come on time today. He knew that he would have to wait for another whole week.
Li Qingshen knows what Ling Momo is busy with, preparing for tomorrow's PK match.
He listened to her music, and to be honest, it was pretty good. Maybe he heard her play the music that day, so he caught the feeling and had an advantage over anyone else.
But he knew that she was really not suitable to step into that circle now.
The sky gradually darkened, and the road down the mountain was pitch black, with no one around. Li Qingshen moved stiffly and stared at the desk beside him. After standing for a moment, Li Qingshen walked over.
There is a thick layer of A4 paper placed on it, and each piece is covered with music scores copied by the girl, with slender and beautiful handwriting.
Li Qingshen picked up a few of them and flipped through them slowly. She found that some of the handwriting was neat and some were scrawled by herself. She was afraid that when she was writing, her mood would be calm for a while and impetuous for a while.
Li Qingshen stared at it for a long time before tidying up the A4 papers and placing them in a corner of the desk.
Then, he walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. His face was pale and he stared at the starry sky outside for a long time with a tired expression. Then he picked up a mobile phone beside him and made a call to Ling Momo.
As Enson.
She was having dinner when she remembered Ling Momo's phone call, and the caller ID showed an unknown number.
Ling Momo answered, holding something in her mouth and responded vaguely: "Hello, hello."
Three simple words and a familiar voice made Li Qingshen's calm expression tremble slightly. He soon calmed down and spoke in a deliberately cold tone.
