Ling Momo didn't know why she was so nervous. She felt her heartbeat stop. She took a deep breath and continued to type with her fingers trembling.

[Momo Fairy: What I said is a real meeting.]

Ling Momo was thinking about whether to add something else, but suddenly she found a pair of leather shoes in front of her. She frowned and looked up along the shoes, then saw a familiar face.

Her eyes suddenly became cold and she subconsciously pressed to turn off the screen of her phone.

She looked at Lu Niange who had not spoken, but the expression on her face gradually became a little indifferent.

Lu Niange looked at Ling Momo's face with his eyes fixed on his distant attitude. After hesitating for a moment, he still spoke: "Momo."

Ling Momo squinted his eyes slightly.

Momo?

Didn’t he keep calling her Miss Ling?

Why are you calling her Momo now?

Ling Momo felt a little funny. She turned her head and didn't even bother to look at Lu Niange. She replied in a indifferent tone: "Mr. Lu, you should call me Miss Ling."

Lu Niange heard the mockery in her words, lowered her eyelids, and was silent for a while before raising her head again and asked, "Momo, are you doing well now?"

Ling Momo pulled the corners of her lips. For some reason, she felt that what she had been looking forward to for a long time suddenly sounded particularly disgusting. She turned her head, looked at Lu Niange with a squinted eye, and said casually: "Whether I'm doing well, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with Mr. Lu."

Lu Niange's eyes dimmed, and he was speechless for a moment.

His eyes were always locked on Ling Momo.

Ling Momo saw that Lu Niange didn't speak, so naturally she didn't want to speak. She stood up and planned to leave. Seeing her reaction, Lu Niange spoke again with a conditioned reflex: "Momo, I heard that you are preparing a new album. If you need help, you can ask me for help..."

"No need." Ling Momo interrupted Lu Niange without thinking and simply rejected him.

Lu Niange pursed his lips slightly, thought for a while, and added: "Are you still angry with me? I know I have done a lot of things that I am sorry for you, but I..."

Ling Momo suddenly became very angry for some reason. When she needed to say sorry, he treated her like that. Now she has let go and walked out. What did he come to provoke her again?

Ling Momo turned his head, looked at Lu Niange in anger, and interrupted him again: "What does Mr. Lu have to do with me? Why am I angry with Mr. Lu?"

"Also, Mr. Lu has a girlfriend. Can you maintain some male ethics? Or is this a new way for Mr. Lu and your girlfriend to deal with me?"

Lu Niange's face turned pale in an instant. He clenched his fingers slightly, looked at Ling Momo and said, "Momo, I'm sorry, I..."

"What are you?" Ling Momo felt sorry for these three words, which was very sarcastic. She was not patient at all to listen to him continue to speak. She was obviously angry, but the smile on her lips expanded a little bit, as bright as a flower: "Mr. Lu's sorry for me is not just one or two. Why, I'm thinking about taking care of all the things that are sorry for me one by one and apologizing to me one by one?"

Ling Momo said this and sneered, "Sorry, Mr. Lu, you have this idea, I don't have this interest."

After saying this, Ling Momo stood up from the swing. The swing was originally shaking. She stood up suddenly and forgot to hold the swing rope next to her. The swing hit her calves. She was wearing high heels, and the small garden was full of crossroads. This collision made her legs tremble and accidentally sprained her feet.

She originally wanted to have an extremely casual appearance, but she didn't expect that the situation would be so unsatisfactory.

She gritted her teeth secretly, barely stood firm, trying to let herself leave calmly, but Lu Niange suddenly grabbed her wrist: "Let me see your feet..."

Ling Momo frowned and subconsciously wanted to break free from Lu Niange. However, Lu Niange did not say a word and pressed her on the swing, half-squatted and half-kneeled in front of her, and grabbed her ankle...

…

Seeing that Ling Momo had not come back for a long time, Li Qingshen looked around at the banquet and couldn't find her, so he took out his cell phone. He wanted to call her and ask where she was, but saw the WeChat message she sent.

Let's meet...

Meet...

Li Qingshen's expression was instantly frozen.

After all, seeing these words, he was surprised, surprised, excited, and nervous.

Does her desire to meet Enson mean that she has some expectations for Enson? But if she knew that Enson was actually Li Qingshen, would she be angry? Will she be disappointed? Will she feel that she was deceived?

Li Qingshen was extremely conflicted. He pondered for a while, then walked out of the banquet alone, pushed open the back door of the palace, and walked into the quiet small garden.

He stood under a tree that was blooming in the right time. The summer breeze blew, and some white petals on the tree fell down with the fragrance of flowers.

He looked at the falling petals and pondered for a long time, thinking, maybe he could try to ask her why she wanted to see Enson?

He took out his cell phone, opened WeChat, and found Ling Momo. He was about to reply to WeChat to her, but suddenly he found that the signature on her circle of friends had changed: I want to meet the person who made me feel warm.

Just a short line of words made Li Qingshen's heart tremble suddenly.

Is it him she said?

Li Qingshen suddenly had confidence. Without thinking, he quickly edited a WeChat message on his mobile phone.

...Why do you want to see me?
Chapter completed!