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

"Niange and I have always been classmates at the same school. He is my senior. We met a long time ago. Therefore, the new album is to record the good times we used to have, and at the same time, it is also the one that everyone has had that will never come again. wonderful.www>

"Then sincerely congratulate Ms. Jane for the big sale of her new album."

A long series of questions followed, and at the end, a reporter jokingly said: "It is rumored that Mr. Lu and Miss Jian are very in love. I wonder if it is possible for Mr. Lu to kiss Miss Jian here?"

Jian Chenxi's face was flushed, she was really shy.

Lu Niange also hesitated slightly, but still turned his head, slowly stretched out his hand, and grabbed Jian Chenxi's neck. [

Ling Momo watched such a scene on TV with a stiff expression.

She didn't notice that Li Qingshen, who came down from upstairs to drink water, was standing beside her, staring at her face the whole time.

Li Qingshen naturally knew the people on the TV, one was a planner signed by se, and the other was an artist signed by se.

Especially that man, named Lu Niange, whom he is very familiar with.

When she returned to China at the age of 20, the 14-year-old girl said shyly to her that she liked a boy named Lu Niange in the next class.

Lu Niange, Lu Niange, this man, he didn't speak a word with him, but he knew him very well.

Now, the man Lu Niange has become her boyfriend, but she still doesn't give up, she can still face the screen feeling lost, sad and dazed.

Li Qing pursed her lips deeply, looking at Ling Momo's eyes, she became sad little by little, and a flame gradually burned in her heart.

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Ling Momo's dark eyes gleamed with a layer of water, watching the sunny and clean boy approaching the beautiful and outstanding girl little by little on the TV screen.

His fingers involuntarily clenched into fists.

In the bottom of my heart, there were bursts of unspeakable emotions rolling.

Just when Lu Niange's lips were about to attach Jian Chenxi's, the TV was suddenly turned off with a "snap".

Ling Momo looked blankly at Li Qingshen, who was standing by the side holding the remote control. The man's face was gloomy, with a hint of hostility in his eyes: "What are you doing here? Going to copy Beethoven's Moonlight, one hundred all over!"

Ling Momo was stunned for a moment before returning to her senses, not knowing where she had offended this god again, "I've already copied it a hundred times!"

"Then copy it a hundred times!" Li Qingshen said without hesitation.

Ling Momo stood still.

Li Qing frowned deeply, her face was extremely ugly, and she ordered: "Hurry up!"

Before doing it differently, Ling Momo would never have dared to have sex. Even though she didn't want to, she would still slowly go upstairs to copy obediently. [

But today is different. On the TV, the entertainment station, they are promoting Jian Chenxi's new album. Lu Niange is by her side, smiling and showing affection.

And their happiness was obtained by stepping on her Ling Momo's grief and pain.

Why can they be so unscrupulously glamorous, but she still has to please others bit by bit from the bottom, and slowly climb up.

Even, in order not to let herself really die, she has already dedicated the most precious purity of a girl!