Lu Niange stared at the face so close to him. In the past, he didn't feel much about it, but suddenly he regained his memory, and felt that the face was so familiar that it made his heart tremble. He was silent for a while, and then said: "You are doing well.
Okay?"
Ling Momo tugged at the corners of her lips. For some reason, she felt that the words she had been looking forward to for a long time suddenly sounded particularly disgusting. She tilted her head, looked at Lu Niange sideways, and smiled slightly: "It has nothing to do with you."
Lu Niange's eyes dimmed slightly, and he was speechless for a moment. His eyes were always on Ling Momo.
When Ling Momo saw that Lu Niange was silent, she naturally chose to remain silent.
Time paused for a while before Lu Niange broke the silence: "Momo, I heard that you are going to release a new album. If you need help, you can ask me for help——"
"No need." Ling Momo interrupted Lu Niange without thinking and simply rejected him.
Lu Niange pursed his lips slightly, thought for a moment, and then added: "Are you still angry with me? I know I have done a lot of things that I am sorry for you..."
Ling Momo suddenly became angry and interrupted Lu Niange again: "What does Mr. Lu have to do with me? Why should I be angry with Lu Niange?"
Lu Niange's face instantly turned pale, he moved his lips, clenched his fingers slightly, looked at Ling Momo, and said, "Momo, I'm sorry, I..."
"What are you?" Because she was sitting on the swing, Ling Momo wanted to look up at Lu Niange. When she heard these five words, she felt extremely ironic and interrupted Lu Niange again without thinking.
She was angry, but the smile on her lips widened even more, as bright as a flower: "Mr. Lu is sorry for me, it's not just one or two things. Do you want to sit down and chat with me to reminisce about the past?"
When Ling Momo said this, she sneered and jumped off the swing, "I'm not as free as you!"
It's not that she is really cruel, but that she has been leaving opportunities to him, again and again, until her heart is filled with despair. But now, there really is nothing to say. She has said too much, only
It will make her Ling Momo sick!
The swing was originally swaying, but Ling Momo used the wrong strength when she landed, pushing her forward a lot. She was wearing high heels, and the small garden was full of intersections, so she accidentally sprained her foot.
Ling Momo originally wanted to be extremely chic, but she didn't expect that the situation turned out to be so unsatisfactory!
But it really hurt. Ling Momo gritted her teeth secretly and stood up reluctantly. Just when she was about to try to take a few steps, Lu Niange suddenly walked to her side, stretched out his hand and hugged her waist.
rise.
Ling Momo frowned and subconsciously wanted to break away from Lu Niange. However, Lu Niange added strength without saying a word, carried her back to the swing, and put her on the swing gently. Then,
Lu Niange half-crouched in front of Ling Momo, stretched out his hand and grabbed her ankle.
Li Qingshen looked around the banquet and didn't see Ling Momo, so he took out his mobile phone and wanted to call her and ask where she was, but he saw the WeChat message she sent.
He quickly clicked on it and saw that there was only this simple sentence on it: Enson, let's meet. Lu Niange stared at the face so close to him. In the past, he didn't feel much, but when he suddenly recovered his memory, he felt like this
The familiar face made his heart tremble. He was silent for a while and then said, "How are you doing?"
Ling Momo tugged at the corners of her lips. For some reason, she felt that the words she had been looking forward to for a long time suddenly sounded particularly disgusting. She tilted her head, looked at Lu Niange sideways, and smiled slightly: "It has nothing to do with you."
Lu Niange's eyes dimmed slightly, and he was speechless for a moment. His eyes were always on Ling Momo.
When Ling Momo saw that Lu Niange was silent, she naturally chose to remain silent.
Time paused for a while before Lu Niange broke the silence: "Momo, I heard that you are going to release a new album. If you need help, you can ask me for help——"
"No need." Ling Momo interrupted Lu Niange without thinking and simply rejected him.
Lu Niange pursed his lips slightly, thought for a moment, and then added: "Are you still angry with me? I know I have done a lot of things that I am sorry for you..."
Ling Momo suddenly became angry and interrupted Lu Niange again: "What does Mr. Lu have to do with me? Why should I be angry with Lu Niange?"
Lu Niange's face instantly turned pale, he moved his lips, clenched his fingers slightly, looked at Ling Momo, and said, "Momo, I'm sorry, I..."
"What are you?" Because she was sitting on the swing, Ling Momo wanted to look up at Lu Niange. When she heard these five words, she felt extremely ironic and interrupted Lu Niange again without thinking.
She was angry, but the smile on her lips widened even more, as bright as a flower: "Mr. Lu is sorry for me, it's not just one or two things. Do you want to sit down and chat with me to reminisce about the past?"
When Ling Momo said this, she sneered and jumped off the swing, "I'm not as free as you!"
It's not that she is really cruel, but that she has been leaving opportunities to him, again and again, until her heart is filled with despair. But now, there really is nothing to say. She has said too much, only
It will make her Ling Momo sick!
The swing was originally swaying, but Ling Momo used the wrong strength when she landed, pushing her forward a lot. She was wearing high heels, and the small garden was full of intersections, so she accidentally sprained her foot.
Ling Momo originally wanted to be extremely chic, but she didn't expect that the situation turned out to be so unsatisfactory!
But it really hurt. Ling Momo gritted her teeth secretly and stood up reluctantly. Just when she was about to try to take a few steps, Lu Niange suddenly walked to her side, stretched out his hand and hugged her waist.
rise.
Ling Momo frowned and subconsciously wanted to break away from Lu Niange. However, Lu Niange added strength without saying a word, carried her back to the swing, and put her on the swing gently. Then,
Lu Niange half-crouched in front of Ling Momo, stretched out his hand and grabbed her ankle.
Li Qingshen looked around the banquet and didn't see Ling Momo, so he took out his mobile phone and wanted to call her and ask where she was, but he saw the WeChat message she sent.
He quickly clicked on it and saw this simple sentence: Enson, let's meet.
