"Stay here first, tell me what you need." Li Qingshen helped her get the last thing, then raised his eyes and looked at her, his tone was still calm, but his body was trembling slightly, and his face was also filled with a strange look.
pale.
Ling Momo nodded: "Yeah."
Li Qingshen said no more, opened the door and walked out.
Ling Momo was the only one left in the bedroom. She looked around this familiar room. It was no different from when she left a year ago.
Ling Momo quickly organized her things, but she was still a little confused during the whole process. She unexpectedly returned to Li Qingshen's villa again. It all seemed as unreal as a dream.
Just as Ling Momo finished packing her things, there was a knock on the door. She opened her mouth to answer, and the door was pushed open from the outside. Li Qingshen took a look at Ling Momo in the room and said lightly: "Pack up."
When you’re done, come down and have something to eat.”
Li Qingshen didn't wait for Ling Momo to answer, closed the door and left.
Only then did Ling Momo realize that she was hungry, and she hadn't eaten dinner yet.
Immediately, a glimmer of hope emerged in Ling Momo's heart.
He asked her to go down to eat. Was it him?
Ling Momo blinked, quickly washed her hands, and went downstairs.
There was no sign of Li Qingshen in the restaurant.
There is an exquisite porcelain basin on the dining table, and a spoon and a small bowl on the plate next to it.
Placed very neatly.
Ling Momo walked to the table and opened the lid of the porcelain basin. Steam came out, accompanied by a faint scent of rice.
Is this porridge cooked by Li Qingshen?
Give her something to drink?
A touch of warmth appeared in Ling Momo's heart. After a while, she stretched out her hand, filled the porridge, sat at the dining table, and drank it carefully.
To be fair, this porridge is not delicious.
The cooking time was a bit short and the rice was a bit hard.
But Ling Momo felt that this was the best porridge she had ever tasted in her life.
Ling Momo drank more than half of the porridge in the porcelain basin. She couldn't bear to throw away the rest, so she picked up the porcelain basin and put it in the refrigerator.
Ling Momo went to the kitchen to clean the tableware. She was in a good mood because she drank the porridge that Li Qingshen cooked for her. While washing the dishes, she would sway her lips from time to time and smile silly. She was completely
Didn't notice anyone had come to the kitchen...
Li Qingshen felt particularly tired from the cold wind blowing all night last night. He originally planned to take a rest, but not long after lying down, he felt his mouth was dry, so he got up to drink some water.
Who knew that as soon as I walked to the door of the kitchen, I saw such a scene————
His beloved girl looked at the white wall of the kitchen with soft eyes, thinking of some warm things. She had a sweet smile on her face, and even her eyes were filled with a faint brilliance, and she was so charming...
..
Her green-white fingers were slowly scrubbing on the white porcelain bowl. She was wearing a very loose T-shirt with a rather large collar, which slid down half of her shoulders, revealing her fair and tender skin.
Such a scene, comfortable and beautiful, but also full of temptation, made Li Qingshen stand by the door intently, staring at her deeply.
Ling Momo finished washing the dishes, stood on tiptoes, and put them in the cupboard above. She took out two paper towels and wiped her hands. When she turned around, she saw the person standing at the door. She was so frightened that her heart almost jumped out of her chest.
