Compared with Lan Yanshu, Tang Shaolun can only be regarded as a grain of sand in the desert.She couldn't imagine that if Li Ming was hurt again...

"Ask Xia, as I said, I have never failed to get what I want." There was determination in his dark eyes.

"Okay." Knowing that she couldn't stop him, she took 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 Liming? [

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, sat down by the bed, and looked almost obsessively at the person surrounded by the quilt in the middle of the bed.

Stretching out his hand and gently brushing away the hair scattered on the beauty's cheek, he leaned over and placed a thin kiss on her face, while whispering, "Back then, you really didn't notice me, did you?"

"Who?" The disturbed beauty hiccupped in an inelegant way, and woke up in a daze.

"It's me, Lan Yanshu." He kissed her eyebrows and said softly.

"Lan Yanshu... Lan Yanshu..." The bewildered man tilted his head and thought for a moment, then suddenly sat up straight and hit his forehead, "Lan Yanshu! Yes, you are Lan Yanshu! Let's go! Let's keep drinking."

With that said, she tore off the quilt and was about to get out of bed.

He held her down, "No hurry, Li Ming, before drinking, can you answer a few questions for me first."

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