When Ling Momo didn't come, Li Qingshen was standing in the most luxurious suite of the "Palace", smoking a cigarette. In fact, he rarely smoked, but the faces of Ling Momo and Lu Niange came to mind.
The confusion made him extremely irritable, so he sucked one pipe after another, which made him feel bitter and unbearable in his mouth.
When he heard the door knock, he put out his cigarette, turned around and walked towards the door.
The door opened and closed, and the room was dark. Ling Momo stood at the door as usual, not moving, as if she was adapting to the darkness.
Li Qingshen stared at the place where she was. Although he couldn't see anything in the darkness, he sneered inexplicably, and the corners of his mouth twitched as if he couldn't control it.
The scene that night under the cherry blossom tree and next to the swing appeared again in his mind. It was very clear, like a slow-motion movie scene.
Ling Momo raised her head, and the fine lines of shy smile on the corner of her lips could be vaguely seen. Lu Niange lowered his head and looked down at her, with a gentle back. No matter how he looked at it, they looked like two extremely happy people. Anyone who looked at it would be surprised.
I couldn't help but sigh in admiration, what a perfect combination of handsome man and beautiful woman, a pair of happy mandarin ducks!
The more Li Qingshen thought about it, the colder the sneer on his lips became.
His hands clenched tightly into fists, and he wanted to strangle that woman and that man to death![
OK, really good!
He thought, well Lu Niange is really capable of eating from the pot and dominating the bowl!
And that Ling Momo is even more promising. She is still so stubborn about such a man!
Li Qingshen couldn't think about it anymore. He felt that he was going crazy. He was jealous, extremely jealous, and angry. He was about to explode with anger!
A pain that seemed to tear him apart spread endlessly from every corner of his body, screaming and rampant along his blood.