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

This left, it was another two years, and when he came back again, he hadn't had time to say to her, be my girlfriend, but she had already shyly told him that she liked a boy in the next class . /first/post www>

Afterwards, he returned to China many times one after another. He thought she was just in love for a while, but he never expected that she would be persistent for six years.

Chasing that boy all the way, from middle school to university, and now in Dasei, he still refuses to let it go.

So, when he first met her, the ideal that he kept in his storage became a secret. He has hidden it all the way until now, and has been careful not to show any signs of cheating.

He once thought that maybe life would go on like this, even if she didn't love him, as long as he could control his feelings and stay by his side, he would be satisfied. [

Until, a while ago, when he learned that her life was in chaos in the United States, he hurried back to China, got off the plane, and returned to the "Imperial Palace". He had a serious obsession with cleanliness, so he neglected to lock the door and went to take a shower. There was the scene where she broke into the automatic door without authorization.

At that time, I was a little angry.

Angry that she betrayed her body like this, even though the object of betrayal was himself.

However, it was very fortunate later.

I'm really lucky, I'm glad I'm Shinhwa, I'm glad I'm Enson, I'm glad God arranged that accident, otherwise he wouldn't have had the chance to let him find a proper seat near her.

He was very fortunate, fortunately, that night, when his head got hot, he lost his mind. Up to now, he felt like a dream. He never thought that she would become his woman so easily.

Even though he understood that that didn't mean anything, she still didn't have his place in her heart, and she didn't even know that the person she dedicated herself to was him, Li Qingshen, but he still wanted to catch that man without complaint or regret. The little time left, the little time with her.

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It was already seven o'clock in the evening when Ling Momo finished transcribing Mozart's serenade a hundred times.

In early summer, the weather in X City was unpredictable. It was raining heavily outside, and it was impossible to go home. Li Qingshen arranged for her to live in a bedroom in the middle of the second floor.

Li Qingshen likes to be alone, there is no servant in the villa, Ling Momo opened the refrigerator and found that besides instant noodles, there was only mineral water in it.

Ling Momo frowned, could it be that Li Qingshen ate these things every day?

It was stormy outside, and it was impossible to go to the supermarket, so Ling Momo could only use local ingredients to cook instant noodles.

Just as Ling Momo finished cooking the instant noodles, Li Qingshen had already come downstairs.

Ling Momo warmly filled the noodles, put them on the table, and with a smile on her face, she said to Li Qingshen, "Teacher, let's eat."

Li Qingshen stared at the steaming instant noodles with a strange light in his eyes, then he pulled the chair in front of the dining table and sat face to face with Ling Momo.

Li Qingshen ate very gracefully, eating slowly, chewing and swallowing carefully.

There was no sound at all.

Ling Momo also ate carefully. [

After eating, Li Qingshen went upstairs alone, Ling Momo washed the tableware, sat in the living room and turned on the TV casually, fumbling around to watch.