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

Wen Jiaren turned her head sideways, glanced at Li Qingshen, and thought that her son had never had a girlfriend so far, so she shook her head: "It would be great if there is a girl you like, and she will be 27 years old after the new year. I haven't even had a girlfriend before, so why don't you think I'm in a hurry!"

"Men put their career first and don't worry about it." The light in Mrs. Zhou's eyes became brighter and brighter.

"That's what I said, but I'm still in a hurry!" In the past, Li Qingshen was young, and he didn't find a girlfriend. Wen Jiaren thought it was nothing, maybe he didn't meet the right one, but time goes by year by year. After that, in the blink of an eye, Li Qingshen was almost thirty, but there was no rumor of a girlfriend. She, a mother, naturally became a little anxious, "What about Miss Zhou? Does she have a suitable one now?" object?"

When Mrs. Zhou heard this, she immediately replied without thinking: "No! Nuan Nuan is always busy studying and has not found a boyfriend. She is 26 now!"

The two wives sang and talked in unison, and Ling Momo naturally understood what was going on. [

A blind date in disguise!

Ling Momo looked at Zhou Nuan again, her heart was slightly bitter, and she was very uncomfortable.

At first glance, this woman is from aristocratic family, well-educated, smart, and graduated from the world-renowned MIT university. She is simply a goddess with both beauty and wisdom, just like Li Qingshen, the ultimate in the world.

And the tone of speech is not light or heavy, the smile is not toothless, and the sitting posture is dignified >

Zhou Nuan would chat with the two wives from time to time. Ling Momo looked at her for a while, then turned his eyes to Li Qingshen. He just sat there indifferently, turning a deaf ear to those words, as if the person they were talking about Not his average at all.

After finally arriving at the eating spot, under the deliberate arrangement of Wen Jiaren and Mrs. Zhou, Li Qingshen and Zhou Nuan sat together, and Ling Momo sat with her great-grandmother, who happened to be face to face with Li Qingshen and Zhou Nuan.

Dinner was great.

After everyone was seated, the servant poured red wine for everyone, and after a while of politeness, everyone began to eat.

Zhou Nuan held a glass of red wine in front of Li Qingshen with his pale and slender fingers, "Young Master Li, I have known you for a long time, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Li Qingshen stared at the wine glass in front of him, with a gloomy expression on his face, but with so many people, he still suppressed his temper, picked up the wine glass casually, touched Zhou Nuan casually, and took a sip with his head raised.

Wen Jiaren kept asking Zhou Nuan to eat more. She sat beside Li Qingshen, turned her head on the way, and said a few words to Li Qingshen. Li Qingshen frowned and didn't move. Li Qingshen bumped into Li Qingshen with her arm, and Li Qingshen reluctantly stretched out her hand, picked up the vegetables, and put them on Zhou Nuan's plate.

Zhou Nuan said sensiblely, "Thank you."

The smile is so gentle.

Then she also imitated Li Qingshen, raised her hand, picked up the food, and put it on Li Qingshen's plate. Li Qingshen also raised her head and said, "Thank you." She just put the food aside, but did not to eat.

Sitting across from them, Ling Momo felt that this scene was very dazzling, so she lowered her head and ate rice grains one by one absent-mindedly.