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

As Ling Momo spoke, she raised her eyes and silently looked at Li Qingshen's face, noticing that he had no signs of turning from cloud to cloud, Ling Momo couldn't help becoming a little anxious, she continued crackling : "Teacher, you said in front of Aunt Wen that you pursued this matter, you can't count your words!"

Li Qingshen's face became even more gloomy, she was the one who lifted the cup, and he didn't say anything, why is it that he doesn't mean anything now!

Ling Momo said these words casually. After she finished speaking, she didn't dare to look at Li Qingshen again. Is she crazy?Throwing the cup of the great god, and even yelling at the great god that his words are nothing!

Li Qing took two deep breaths, then snorted coldly, and said in a tone of unfathomable coldness, "When will I stop talking?"

Ling Momo remained silent. [

Li Qingshen asked again: "When did I ask you for money?"

Ling Momo thought for a while, and her head suddenly grew bigger. Yes, she brought up the matter, but he didn't say anything.

He didn't think about asking for money, did he mean that the precious cup was thrown for nothing?

Ling Momo scratched her hair in embarrassment, feeling a little sorry in her heart. Seeing Li Qingshen's still unattractive face, she bent the corners of her eyes at Li Qingshen, smiled sweetly, then rolled her eyeballs, mischievously She said cutely, "Teacher, I dropped your cup. If it really doesn't work, I'll give it back to you as a promise!"

The atmosphere in the car suddenly became silent.

Li Qingshen, who was in an extremely bad mood, also became quiet because of this sentence.

He stared at her eyes, flickering, unpredictable.

Ling Momo was originally joking, but after she said it, when she raised her eyes, she fell into Li Qingshen's deep, ocean-like pupils.

The brilliance inside was changing and dazzling, causing her to sink endlessly and gradually lose her sanity.

After a long time, she heard the man's cold voice, mixed with a trace of tenderness, came: "Okay."

His ending sound rose, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

Ling Momo was stunned, and then again, she always felt that this word, this tone, seemed familiar >

Then Ling Momo thought for a while, and then again, and finally remembered that a long time ago, when she went to the suite where Enson lived, in order to reach an agreement with Enson, she said to sleep with him, once, Enson was silent, ten times, Enson was still silent, twenty times, Enson was still silent, and finally she was furious, stamped her feet and said, it must not be a hundred times, Enson also raised the end of the same way, with a slight smile, came out a word: good.

Only then did Ling Momo look at Li Qingshen firmly, a daze appeared in her eyes.

In this world, how can two people say the same sentence with the same tone and create the same atmosphere?

Li Qingshen watched Ling Momo staring at him, seriously distracted, and couldn't help but say, "What are you thinking?"

Ling Momo came back to her senses, tilted her head, and continued to look at Li Qingshen. After a while, she shook her head and replied dully: "It's okay."

After finishing speaking, he thought of the conversation he had with Li Qingshen just now, so he said "ah", then blushed, and said indiscriminately, "Teacher, I just joked with you again, I>

Li Qingshen's eyebrows were full of smiles, he looked at the cramped girl, and said slowly: "I'm not joking with you anymore."