Compared with Lan Yanshu, Tang Shaolun could only be regarded as a small grain of sand in the desert. She couldn't imagine if Li Ming was hurt again...
"Wen Xia, I said, I never don't get what I want." His dark eyes flashed with determination.
"Okay." She knew she couldn't stop him, so she took away a few big bills and left. When she closed the door, she suddenly thought of something and paused, "Yan Shu, Li Ming is my best friend. I hope you... don't hurt her."
After finishing speaking, he gently closed the door and left.
Hurt Li Ming?[
In this world, he is the one who is most reluctant to hurt her.
He smiled, got up from the sofa, walked through the living room, entered the bedroom, came to the bed and sat down, looking almost obsessively at the person surrounded by quilts in the middle of the bed.
He stretched out his hand and gently pushed away the hair scattered on the beauty's face. He leaned down and placed a delicate kiss on her face while murmuring softly, "You really didn't notice me back then."
"Who?" The disturbed beauty burped rudely and woke up in a daze.
"It's me, Lan Yanshu." He kissed her on the eyebrow and said softly.
"Lan Yanshu...Lan Yanshu..." The confused man tilted his head and thought for a moment, then thought of something and sat up straight, which hurt his forehead, "Lan Yanshu! Yes, you are Lan Yanshu! Let's go!"
Let’s keep drinking.”
With that said, he pulled off the quilt and got out of bed.
He held her down and said, "No hurry, Li Ming, can you answer a few questions for me before drinking."