Li Qingshen ignored his jokes, turned his head and began to look for Ling Momo's figure.

Su Chen looked at Li Qingshen's appearance and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Li Qingshen turned his head to look at him.

Su Chen hurriedly stopped laughing, raised his hand and pointed to the dance floor: "The person you are looking for is there."

Li Qingshen looked along Su Chen's fingers.

The girl was wearing a milky white long dress and dancing with a man. The man held her hands against her waist and stroked her occasionally from time to time.

Li Qingshen's expression faded instantly. He stared at the scene in the dance floor, his attitude was cold, but his hands hanging beside him slowly clenched into fists.

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After a dance, Ling Momo almost exhausted all her energy. She took a step back without falling and distanced herself from Zhang Lunan: "Mr. Zhang, I have to go to the bathroom."

"What a coincidence, I want to go there too, let's go together." Zhang Lunan made a gesture of inviting him in the direction of the bathroom.

Just thinking about getting rid of Zhang Lunan's Ling Momo, he turned around and walked towards the bathroom.

Her steps were fast, but despite this, she still couldn't get rid of Zhang Lunan who was following her.

There was no one on the way to the bathroom. Ling Momo felt Zhang Lunan approaching behind her and quickly stepped up with her skirt. She was about to rush into the bathroom, but locked the door. Zhang Lunan's hand grabbed her hair and pulled her back. Then she was surrounded by Zhang Lunan and brought it into her arms: "Ms. Ling..."

He said as his lips fell to Ling Momo's neck.

Ling Momo suddenly raised her foot and stomped hard on Zhang Lunan's feet without thinking.

Zhang Lunan felt pain, and his strength in his hands was relaxed. Ling Momo took the opportunity to escape. The next second, her hair was grabbed by Zhang Lunan again. This time it hurts much more than just now. Ling Momo snorted, and then Zhang Lunan pressed the person on the wall: "Stinky woman, an actor, dares to kick me?"

As he said that, he grabbed Ling Momo's hair hand and pulled it down hard. Ling Momo's head was forced to raise, and Zhang Lunan lowered his head and kissed her lips.

Ling Momo turned his head and avoided his lips. In desperation, he lowered his head and bit Zhang Lunan's arm holding his hair.

She bit her bit hard, and Zhang Lunan raised her hand without thinking and slapped Ling Momo's face.

Ling Momo subconsciously closed her eyes when she heard the sound of the wind.

The expected pain did not come. She heard a scream, and then she felt Zhang Lunan's hand holding her hair loose.

Ling Momo raised her head in a daze. First, she saw a pair of high-end handmade leather shoes. They looked like trousers and then a simple white shirt.

The man stood there quietly with his body on his side, with a noble and proud look on his face.

Ling Momo was shocked and vaguely guessed who it was, could it be...

Ling Momo's thoughts stopped, her eyes moved upwards, looking towards the man's side face. Her usual coldness and beautiful facial features showed a suffocating and stunning beauty under the light.

But the man seemed to be angry at this moment, and the beauty was mixed with a cold color, which made people shudder.

Ling Momo was stunned. It was indeed her teacher, but how could he be here?

Before Ling Momo could fully recover, Li Qingshen suddenly stretched out his feet and kicked Zhang Lunan's lower body hard.

Zhang Lunan screamed repeatedly, stretched out his hand and covered his crotch and lay on the ground, with an extremely embarrassed look.

Li Qingshen stared at Zhang Lunan with expressionless face and walked to him lightly.

He looked elegant and calm, but gave people a sense of bloodthirsty cruelty.

He bent down slightly, put one hand in his pocket, and grabbed Zhang Lunan's collar with the other hand, raised his face, then slowly lowered his head and leaned towards Zhang Lunan and looked down at him: "Zhang Lunan, I warn you, the actresses in this circle, you can play whatever you want, but, for this woman, you have to try to touch a finger."

Li Qingshen's voice was so small that only Zhang Lunan could hear it.

His tone was very calm, but it made Zhang Lunan, who was screaming, silence in an instant.

Li Qingshen obviously didn't want to waste too much time on him. He shook Zhang Lunan away, stood up calmly, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and slowly wiped his fingers, then walked to Ling Momo with a cold face, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her away.

He was very strong, and pinching her wrist hurt, as if he was about to crush her bones.

In Ling Momo's impression, Li Qingshen rarely gets so angry, and she doesn't dare to say anything for a moment.

She endured the pain and was dragged by him all the way to the empty garden behind the villa. Before she could turn around, she was thrown away by him.

She took several steps back, but before her body could stand firm, Li Qingshen suddenly raised his hand and threw it hard on her face.

Li Qingshen's actions were done in a series, fast, accurate and ruthless, without any warning.

Ling Momo first heard a loud sound, and then felt a scorching pain in his left face penetrated into his heart.

She took several steps back before she stood firm. Her mind was blank at first. After about ten seconds, she realized that Li Qingshen had slapped her.

After a while, she raised her hand, covered her face, and then slowly raised her head and looked at Li Qingshen.

Her dark and clear eyes were filled with fear and surprise.

Li Qingshen's face was pale, his delicate and handsome face revealed a strong sharpness. His eyes, which had always been quiet and quiet, seemed to be burning with flames, shining with a faint red light, staring at her tightly.

Because of his anger, his tone of voice became a little distorted: "Ling Momo, who asked you to come to such an occasion?"

"What conditions did you promise someone else to enter the situation?"

He remembered the scene of her rushing in to sacrifice herself in order to take revenge on Jian Chenxi without knowing who was living in the room on the top floor of the palace. The anger in her chest became more and more tired, and even her voice trembled slightly: "Do you like to persecute yourself so much?"
Chapter completed!