As Ling Momo spoke, she raised her eyes and quietly looked at Li Qingshen's face. When she found that there was no sign that his mood had changed, Ling Momo couldn't help but become a little anxious. She continued to speak in a crackling voice.
: "Teacher, you said in front of Aunt Wen that you wanted to pursue this matter. You can't just keep your word!"
Li Qingshen's face became even darker. It was she who lifted the cup, but he didn't say anything. Why is it that now he doesn't mean what he says?
Ling Momo said these words smoothly. After she finished speaking, she didn't dare to look at Li Qingshen. Is she crazy? She threw the master's cup and even shouted at him that he didn't mean what he said.
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Li Qing took two deep breaths, then snorted and spoke, with an unpredictable coldness in her tone: "When did I stop keeping my words?"
Ling Momo remained silent.[
Li Qingshen asked again: "When did I ask you for money?"
Ling Momo thought about it and her head suddenly got bigger. Yes, she brought it up, and he didn't say anything.
He never thought about asking for money. Did he mean that the expensive cup was thrown away for nothing?
Ling Momo scratched her hair in embarrassment, feeling a little sorry in her heart. Looking at Li Qingshen's still unattractive face, she rolled her eyes at Li Qingshen, smiled sweetly, and then rolled her eyes, naughtily.
She cutely said: "Teacher, I threw your cup. If I can't help it, I will give it back to you with my life!"
The atmosphere in the car suddenly became silent.
Li Qingshen, who was originally in a very bad mood, calmed down because of these words.
The look in his eyes that flickered at her was unpredictable.
Ling Momo was originally joking, but after saying that, she looked up and fell into Li Qingshen's vast and deep eyes like the ocean.
The brilliance inside was ever-changing and dazzling, making her sink endlessly and gradually lose her mind.
After a long time, she heard the man's cold voice, mixed with a hint of tenderness, saying: "Okay."
His last voice rose, and he seemed to be in a good mood.
Ling Momo was stunned, and then again. She always felt that this word and this tone seemed familiar.
Then Ling Momo thought for a while, and then again, and finally remembered that a long, long time ago, when she went to the suite where Enson lived, in order to reach an agreement with Enson, she said she would sleep with him. Once, Enson was silent, ten times,
Enson was still silent, twenty times, Enson was still silent, and finally she was so angry that she stamped her feet and said, "It can't be a hundred times." Enson also raised the last word like this, with a faint smile, and came out with one word: OK.
Ling Momo then looked at Li Qingshen steadily, with a daze in her eyes.
How can two people in this world say the same sentence in the same tone and create the same atmosphere?
Li Qingshen looked at Ling Momo staring at him, looking seriously distracted, and couldn't help but say, "What are you thinking about?"
Ling Momo came back to her senses, tilted her head, and continued to look at Li Qingshen. After a long while, she shook her head and replied with a few words in a dull voice: "It's okay."
After saying that, he thought about the conversation he had just had with Li Qingshen, and said "Ah", then blushed and said randomly, "Teacher, I just joked with you again.
Li Qingshen's brows were full of smiles. He looked at the embarrassed girl and said slowly: "I'm not joking with you anymore." [
