Ling Momo was so scared that he shut up quickly. He stood up with aggrieved look on his face, trying to fight for another fight, but he was afraid that he would punish him twice. Finally, he hung his shoulders, turned around obediently, walked to the desk beside him, pulled out the pen and paper, sat wilted on the chair, holding the pen, and copying the music score that had been remembered in his heart, stroke by stroke.

In fact, Ling Momo was a little disappointed.

At first Enson sent Li Qingshen to be her teacher, and she was very happy. She thought she would learn a lot from Li Qingshen, but she never expected that as soon as she came up, Li Qingshen asked her to copy the score of famous songs.

This is clearly something that only elementary school students do.

Ling Momo shook her wrist until she was painful and placed a piece of paper next to her, not daring to speak out.

Not to mention that she is counting on the theme song he made for director Wang Yi’s movie, even if she doesn’t have that song, she wouldn’t dare to make rash things in front of him.

Logically speaking, she didn't owe him anything. Although she called him uncle, she was not her real uncle, but she was just afraid of him.

She remembered correctly that she first met him when she was eight years old, when his mother took him to see her grandmother.

We met again six years later, when she was fourteen years old, he came back from abroad for the New Year. On New Year's Eve, her grandmother and his mother were invited to celebrate the New Year together. They had a meal together, and he also gave her a gift, which was the first gift he gave her.

Later, Li Qingshen returned to China many times, and he met her several times, and the elders were there for a meal together. Every time he saw her, he would never forget to give her a gift, and occasionally he would stuff some pocket money to her like an elder.

Logically speaking, he was not bad for her, he took good care of her, but she just didn't have much affection for him.

Her family was not in good condition, and her parents passed away very early. She grew up with her grandmother. Later, her grandmother stopped being the housekeeper of the Li family due to physical reasons. However, every time Li Qingshen followed his mother to see her grandmother, her grandmother always directed her to serve Li Qingshen.

Maybe it was from that time that she hated him a little. She was six years older than her and was not their servant, but she had to serve him tea and water like a little maid.

Li Qingshen is a good-born person, with good looks, successful studies, and excellent work. He can't find flaws in any aspect. In addition, he is a bit introverted and his eyes look cold, which makes people subconsciously feel inferior in front of him.

Perhaps, she didn't like that feeling but couldn't resist. Over time, she felt a little repulsive to him.

Ling Momo was copying the music score while thinking about it.

After thinking about it, she couldn't figure out how she hated Li Qingshen.

If it weren't for Li Qingshen, it was a famous myth, I'm afraid she wouldn't want to have too much contact with this arrogant man in her life.

To be precise, it is because of the lack of courage to contact.

Now that she thought about it, she seemed to have no other way out. The only thing she could do was to rely on the myth of Li Qingshen and let herself stand up gradually.

When Ling Momo thought of this, she became slightly melancholy. How could she get the qualification to sing the latest song of Li Qingshen?

She thought about it for most of the day, but she didn't think of a good way, so she could only continue copying and writing in depressed mood.

The music is very quiet, and it feels like the quiet time.

Ling Momo was copying the music score bitterly there, while Li Qingshen sat here and drank tea leisurely.

Time passed by little by little. When Ling Momo gradually put his thoughts on the music score, he wrote hard without caring about other things, Li Qingshen then raised his head and looked at her.

He stared at her without blinking for a long time. Until she looked up, he calmly retracted his gaze, lowered his eyelids and made tea with his face coldly.

…

When Ling Momo finished copying Mozart's serenade a hundred times, it was already seven o'clock in the evening.

The weather in Huaijiang City in early summer is unpredictable, and it is pouring rain outside.

Li Qingshen's villa is halfway up the mountain, and there is no car here, and Ling Momo can't leave at all. Li Qingshen kept her for a night and arranged for her to live in the bedroom in the middle of the second floor.

Li Qingshen likes to be alone, and there are no servants in the villa. Ling Momo thought that before the two of them had dinner, he thought about taking the initiative to make a meal to please him.

When I arrived at the restaurant and opened the refrigerator, Ling Momo found that there was only mineral water except instant noodles.

Ling Momo frowned. Could it be that Li Qingshen ate these things every day?

There was lightning and thunder outside, so it was impossible to go to the supermarket. Ling Momo could only use the ingredients locally and cook a pot of instant noodles.

As soon as she turned off the fire and brought the instant noodles to the dining table, Li Qingshen walked downstairs.

Ling Momo put the noodles with affectionateness on the table, with a full smile on her face, and said obediently to Li Qingshen: "Teacher, come and have a meal."

Li Qingshen stared at the steaming instant noodles, his eyes moved slightly. After a while, he came over, pulled open the chair in front of the dining table, and sat opposite Ling Momo.

Li Qingshen's meal process was very elegant, slow and chewed slowly.

There was no quiet sound at all.

Even Ling Momo was very careful when he ate.

After dinner, Li Qingshen went upstairs by himself. Ling Momo washed the tableware, sat in the living room and turned on the TV casually, rummaging around to watch the stand.

From time to time, music came from time to time. Ling Momo tilted his head and listened, as if he was writing a new song, regretting and changing, and constantly repeating.

I guess this new song is the theme song of director Wang Yi's new film.

Ling Momo lay on the sofa and listened for a long time. Until the end of the sound, she then supported her chin with her hands, tilted her head for a while, then stood up, walked into the kitchen, boiled boiling water, found black tea, brewed a cup, then found a tray to put it on, and carried it upstairs.

The door of Li Qingshen's bedroom is hidden.

Ling Momo carefully poked his head and looked inside through the crack in the door. He found the man standing in front of the table, lowering his head slightly, holding a photo frame in his hand, looking very focused.

His eyelashes were long, slightly lowered, his eyebrows and eyes were quiet, and his face was filled with a hint of warmth.

Ling Momo couldn't help but be stunned. This arrogant iceberg man actually had such a vivid and warm expression.

Who would be the person in the photo frame? How could he be so dedicated to his viewing?

Just as Ling Momo was curious, Li Qingshen had already felt someone outside the door and suddenly frowned and looked over.

His hair was a little messy, and his head was extremely beautiful, and his eyes shot straight at her with a little cold and hardness.

Ling Momo shrank his neck, quickly came to his senses, smiled softly at Li Qingshen, pushed open the door, and walked in with hot tea: "Teacher, I've made you a cup of tea."

Li Qingshen's expression calmed down a little, and he placed the photo frame in his hand on the table.

Ling Momo put the hot tea on the table and saw a lot of rubbed paper balls scattered on the ground. She bent over and picked up one and opened it. Seeing that the music score was on it, she looked at it carefully with some inquiry for a while, and then realized that this was the piece of music he had just revised and modified.
Chapter completed!