The President's Deep Kiss: The Little Woman by the Pillow

Ling Momo gently pushed open the door, and saw Li Qingshen standing quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. On the coffee table not far away was an exquisite small teapot. Come slowly. www>

Li Qingshen was wearing a beige shirt, standing with his back facing her, with a casual and elegant posture, the sun was shining brightly outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sky was blue and white, the mountains were tall and the trees were green, like a beautiful picture.

However, Ling Momo looked a little familiar with such a scene.

In his brain, he couldn't help but associate the person in front of him with Enson. Enson also stood with his back to her. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor of the "Imperial Palace" was the bustling night scene of City X.

Ling Momo couldn't help but frowned, and before she had time to think about it, Li Qingshen had already turned her head, disturbing the quiet beauty and setting off a stormy sea of ​​astonishment. [

That kind of stunning, neither bewitching nor voluptuous, neither sharp nor ostentatious, but it can make people hold their breath for an instant, as if everything in front of them will turn into nothingness if they are not careful.

The man's eyes are deep, his nose is straight, his face is perfect, depth and mystery coexist.

Even though Ling Momo had faced this face many times, she couldn't help but lose her mind.

"It's very early today." Li Qingshen said, with a hollow tone.

"En." Ling Momo nodded obediently like a primary school student, walked up to Li Qingshen respectfully, and stood obediently: "I'm fine today, so I came a little early."

Li Qingshen picked up the teacup on the table and drank it all in one gulp. Ling Momo immediately bent over and filled Li Qingshen with tea, and held it to him with both hands, smiling, "Teacher, what am I doing today?"

Li Qingshen stared at the pair of white hands in front of him, his eyes flickered slightly, he moved his body stiffly, took the teacup, held it in his hand, and asked indifferently, "Have you copied Mozart's serenade a hundred times?"

Ling Momo pouted immediately, and shook her head expectantly.

"Then continue." Li Qing frowned deeply.

Ling Momo's expression became more and more aggrieved, she stood there, pouted, as if she wanted to fuck, but in the end she still drooped her shoulders, turned around obediently, walked to the desk beside her, and sat there , took out a pen and paper, and sat down obediently, with a very standard sitting posture, just like a primary school student, holding a pen and copying the music score that had been rotten in his heart stroke by stroke.

In fact, Ling Momo was really a little bit crazy in her heart. She was very happy that Enson sent Li Qingshen as her teacher, but Li Qingshen asked her to copy the scores of various famous songs every day.

Mozart Chopin Beethoven.

Other than that, he never taught her anything.

Ling Momo only thought about sex, but never dared to sex. She also hated herself for being weak in the face of Li Qingshen. Logically speaking, she didn't owe him anything.

Also, they are slightly related.

Of course, there is no blood relationship in this relationship.

It's just that Li Qingshen's grandmother married her great-grandfather, so legally, she wanted to call him little uncle.

They met before, when she was eight years old, that is, the day her great-grandfather married Grandma Li Qingshen.

We met again later, six years later, when she was 14 years old, Li Qingshen came back from abroad, had a meal on New Year's Eve, and gave her the first gift. [

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