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

Her voice was as thin as a kitten's, which made Enson feel distressed and softened. Thinking of this more than a month, he has been pulling her to do it every day, sometimes once a night, sometimes three times a night, no wonder she is so tired.

So, Enson hugged her into his arms, kissed her hair, patted her on the back, and said, "Have a good rest."

Ling Momo moved her sore body slightly, leaned against his arms, and said nothing.

It's quiet inside.

Ling Momo's eyes were wide open, her thoughts were disturbed, and after an unknown amount of time, sleepiness struck, Ling Momo slowly closed her eyes, and her breathing gradually became even. [

Enson gently pulled the quilt to wrap her body again, then kissed her forehead, hugged her, and let her sleep.

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A beautiful bride, wearing a white wedding dress, stood on a large green lawn surrounded by thick trees, dotted with many beautiful lilies and roses.

The wind blows and the fragrance of flowers overflows.

There are petals falling down, a dream of beauty.

She was holding a large bouquet of flowers, and as she walked, the petals fell, and she walked towards the priest's platform in the distance.

She approached little by little, and at the end stood a man in white clothes, the groom.

She couldn't see his face clearly.

When she got closer, she found that it was Li Qingshen.

The man was surprisingly beautiful, staring at her with a smile on his face.

He waited until she approached before he gently walked in front of her and stood side by side with her. She stretched out her hand, wrapped his arm around him, and looked at the priest.

The priest picked up the divine book, read the marriage declaration, and then asked Li Qingshen: "Excuse me, Mr. Li Qingshen, are you willing to marry Miss Ling Momo as your wife, and love and cherish her forever, and never leave her, regardless of life, old age, sickness or death?" ?"

Li Qingshen tilted her head, smiled at her, and said without hesitation, "I am willing."

"Excuse me, Miss Ling Momo, are you willing to marry Mr. Li Qingshen as your wife, love and cherish him for the rest of your life, and never leave him regardless of birth, old age, illness or death?"

Ling Momo turned her head, looked at Qingcheng's figure, her eyes were warm, and her heart turned a thousand times. Then, she smiled with her lips curled up, and said without any hesitation, "I am willing."

There was overwhelming applause.

Li Qingshen pulled her into his arms and hugged her gently.

His eyes stared into hers, and his eyes seemed to discharge electricity, full of intense brilliance, and she was fascinated by it.

Then, he slowly lowered his head and approached her lips slowly, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and then slowly closed, his breath approached her, the moment he was about to kiss her , Suddenly there was a mobile phone ringing. [

She woke up in an instant, pushed him away, and found that the phone was in her palm. When she answered it, it was Enson's voice, and it came from inside: "Ling Momo, you are mine>

She opened her eyes wide, filled with astonishment, and her original smile had long since withered.

Enson's voice came from the phone again, saying: "Momo, I love you>

The mobile phone in her hand dropped to the ground. She raised her eyes and looked at Li Qingshen who was close at hand. After a long time, her lips trembled and she said, "I'm sorry."