Leng Aojun is three and a half years younger

These two are the best artifacts to cover up.

"En." Luo Qingqian nodded.

This is also for the sake of safety, in case someone is recognized by someone.

The assistant sent Luo Qingqian to Jun Tingmo's presidential suite and left.

Jun Tingmo gave Luo Qingqian a room card, and Luo Qingqian entered
I didn't see Jun Tingmo when I went there.

Just as I was about to call him, I heard the clacking of keyboards coming from the restaurant.

In the restaurant, Jun Tingmo's slender fingers were jumping quickly on the notebook, which was very agile.

The light from the light above his head fell on him, making him particularly dazzling.

His deep eyes, high nose, beautiful lips, delicate skin like porcelain, and the noble air of a king exuding from his whole body make people intoxicated and obsessed.

Luo Qingqian leaned against the door, staring at him affectionately.

Such a god-like figure was willing to fall in love with her.

How could she have such deep affection from him.

Sometimes when I think about it, I really don't deserve it. What happened in the past often stabs her like a sharp blade, making her so unbearable and ashamed.

The more perfect he is, the more inferior she is.

The more inferior you are, the stronger you are.

She wants to become better and stronger, she wants to be a woman who can make Jun Tingmo proud.

For this reason, she will make unremitting efforts to fight.

There is only one year, so she still has a lot to do.

When Luo Qingqian came back to her senses, she found that Jun Tingmo was propping his chin with one hand, and his dark eyes were gazing at her affectionately.

Luo Qingqian immediately smiled and walked towards him.

Jun Tingmo also turned towards Ye Mian, and let her sit on him when she approached.

Luo Qingqian sat on Jun Tingmo's lap, wrapping his arms around his neck: "Waiting for me?"

She seemed to be asking a little bit knowingly.

Jun Tingmo wrapped his arms around her willow waist with hot palms: "No one has the qualifications except you."

In this way, Luo Qingqian had no choice but to reward her lover.

She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him.

After a long time, the two reluctantly separated.

Jun Tingmo rubbed her head lovingly: "What do you want to eat?"

"Spaghetti." Luo Qingqian was particularly satisfied with Jun Tingmo by his side.

"Okay, you go take a shower first, and then come out to eat."

After the assistant sent Luo Qingqian to the presidential suite and left, he took out his mobile phone and called Lu Minghui's manager.

"President Lu, I just sent Luo Qingqian to the presidential suite."

On the other end of the phone, Lu Minghui's manager replied, "Hmm..."

After that, Lu Minghui's agent learned about Luo Qingqian's shooting situation today.

As a manager, Lu Minghui's manager needs to know everything about Luo Qingqian.

When Luo Qingqian took a shower, put on home clothes and came out of the room, Jun Tingmo had already ordered spaghetti for her.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Luo Qingqian looked at the pasta and asked.

"I thought this was enough." Jun Tingmo meant that one serving was enough for two people.

It was only then that Luo Qingqian noticed that the amount of pasta was indeed enough.

"I still have some documents to deal with, do you mind feeding me?" Jun Tingmo stared at her so passionately that she couldn't refuse.

Luo Qing smiled lightly.

Jun Tingmo moved out the chair beside him, and Luo Qingqian sat in it.

After sitting down, Luo Qingqian took the lead in feeding Jun Tingmo a forkful of spaghetti.

Jun Tingmo opened his mouth and ate: "You eat to your full first, then worry about me."

Luo Qingqian listened as soon as she heard it, but she didn't really listen to Jun Tingmo.

He took a bite and ate it by himself.