When Ling Momo woke up the next day, Enson had already left as usual.

Ling Momo felt that the bones in her body were as if they were falling apart. She reluctantly got up from the bed, walked to the bathroom, and then looked at the floor-to-ceiling mirror and saw the mess on her naked white skin, with red and blue marks, showing how passionate she was last night.

Ling Momo's little face turned slightly red, and he hurriedly walked to the toilet stand aside to brush his teeth, but saw that the toothpaste and toothbrush that had been packaged in the hotel had been removed and placed neatly in the mouthwash cup.

When Ling Momo picked up the toothbrush and squeezed the toothpaste, she found that even the internal packaging of the toothpaste had been removed. She brushed her teeth, and the same was true for facial cleanser when she washed her face.

Ling Momo naturally knew that it was made by Enson, and she felt indescribable in her heart.

Although she didn't know when he left, he did so many insignificant things before leaving.

Ling Momo was once again deeply moved by Enson's meticulous care.

After being moved, Ling Momo lowered his eyes slightly, with a hint of sadness in his expression. The relationship between her and him was just such a lingering relationship, and there would be no ending.

They did it four times last night, which means they may have less chances of being together four times.

Ling Momo thought of this and felt a little sad.

Soon, she realized her mood and couldn't help but shook her head hard.

The promised one would no longer have any inappropriate thoughts about Enson. What is this matter now?

People will be lost and will return, but she will knowingly commit it.

Ling Momo put away her messy thoughts and went to take a shower. When she walked out of the bathroom with a towel and wiped her hair, her cell phone was ringing. She quickly walked forward and glanced at the caller ID. It turned out to be called by Li Qingshen.

Ling Momo quickly answered the phone and shouted obediently: "Teacher."

"I wasted a while ago, and I may be a little busy next time. There are already five of the ten singles in this album that have been filled in. There is one left, and you need to fill in it. I will send you the mailbox score later. Take a look, and then fill it out and show it to me." Li Qingshen said a long sentence in the phone call.

"I understand, teacher." Ling Momo nodded and answered one by one. Then he waited for a while, but before Li Qingshen could speak, he asked again: "Teacher, do you have anything else?"

"It's gone..." Li Qingshen said the words, "Are you okay?"

Last night, he seemed a little crazy, wondering if she was tired...

Ling Momo blinked her eyes, and she felt a little suspicious in her heart. Li Qingshen asked her what this sentence meant, but despite her doubts, Ling Momo still answered respectfully: "I'm fine."

Li Qingshen said softly, then said, "If you don't know anything, just call me."

"I understand, teacher." Ling Momo answered Li Qingshen obediently and then hung up the phone.

…

When Ling Momo returned home, she turned on the computer. Li Qingshen's email had been sent over and she downloaded it and opened it.

Ling Momo hummed the music carefully and found that the music was very soothing, but it was very vital. While humming, she felt the deepest touch this song brought to people.

However, when Ling Momo had not fully understood this song, he saw that at the end of the music score, there was a line of Chinese characters: Everyone has the deepest secret, and my secret is love for you.

Ling Momo instantly understood that this sentence was actually the theme of this song.

What is still about secret love is just focusing on the secret.

Ling Momo bit his finger, held the pen, sat on the table and pondered for an afternoon before typing a brief draft.

After dinner, Ling Momo still didn't write the lyrics that were particularly satisfied when she came back. She couldn't help but scratch her hair in a irritable state, and lay on the table with no desire to do so.

As she racked her brains to hold back her words, the phone she kept at her hand suddenly shook.

She picked it up and saw that it was the message sent by Enson, and she suddenly felt energetic.

【enson: What are you doing?】

【Momo Fairy: What else can I do, lyrics of the song.】

Ling Momo pouted, just finished typing this sentence, and then she thought of the last time she sent her lyrics to enson, and the exquisite products she modified for herself. She immediately sat up straight, rolled her eyes, and sent a WeChat message to enson with a smile:.

[Momo Fairy: Are you busy now?]

【enson: Not busy. What's wrong?】

[Momo Fairy: Then please help me see the lyrics and then help me change them!]

【enson: OK, send it.】

When Ling Momo saw this sentence, he quickly typed the lyrics he wrote word by word and sent them to Enson.

However, this time the enson returned the lyrics to her extremely fast. However, in just ten minutes, Ling Momo's phone ticked. She lowered her head and saw a long lyrics sent over.

The lyrics she originally wrote were changed half of the time this time. Ling Momo read them seriously word by word. The more she read them, the more she became more amazed in her heart!

"Sometimes I would rather be a little bad to me and cannot stop fantasizing about our eternity. Loving you is a lonely heart. I don't understand what you mean by smiling. I can only stick to it like a sunflower in the night. Loving you is a lonely heart. I hope you are honest with me, always loving you, and in my own way."

When Ling Momo saw a lyrics, he couldn't help but start to fantasize about what kind of person he would be. He runs an es music entertainment company, but he can still make such perfect lyrics.

From the lyrics, she could feel that the man was very talented.

His cultural heritage is the strongest among all men she has ever seen. In addition, his delicate mind makes people feel warm, Ling Momo suddenly turned into a bitter smile on his face.

Although she had never seen him before, she could already feel that Enson was a perfect person.

Can she deserve such a perfect person?

Ling Momo lowered her eyes and read the lyrics again, feeling that this passage was simply a psychological portrayal of her.

Her love for enson is her loneliest thought.
Chapter completed!