Chapter 2649: Slept

2649-Sword
Regarding Ling Xi's sudden hosting of this party, Li Junting said in his heart that he was not angry, he was just ... a little guilty.
The inexplicable guilty conscience did not know where this guilty conscience came from.
Everything returned to normal last night. Last night he finally became Lingxi's man. This was originally a joyous thing, but Lingxi got up early but was not around.
The anxiety in Li Junting's heart gradually widened. He couldn't wait any longer and had to ask Lingxi himself--

After a while, Li Junting was pushed to the lobby on the first floor by Uncle Zhao.
As soon as he reached the corridor on the first floor, Li Junting's face was not so good and he sank deeply.
There is no reason for it. From the corridor to the hall, there is a scene of elaborate makeup. The sofa and coffee table in the hall are moved around.
Ling Xi's slender figure was moving through the hall.
Li Junting looked at her with a small face, and instructed the servants to move the furniture, set up the dance floor, and frowned.
The little woman who was breathing lightly in his arms last night regained her serious indifference at this moment, and did not look as charming as silk on his bed.
Seeing Ling Xi's utterly self-directed commanding maid, Li Junting's handsome cold eyes were drowsy and unaware of his arrival.
"What are you doing?" Li Junting, with a black face, pressed the electric wheelchair and headed for Lingxi.
The originally busy servants heard Li Junting's cold voice, and then looked back to see his gloomy complexion, immediately stopped the movements in his hands, and lowered his head and backed out.
Ling Xi was holding a set of red wine glasses. When she heard Li Junting's voice, her back tightened tightly, and a little stiffness appeared.
Half a second later, she put down her red wine glass and turned back and smiled at Li Junting: "Second, you woke up ... I'm setting up the ball at night, you see, ah ..."
Ling Xi's voice did not fall, his right hand was held up by Li Junting's big palm.
The next second, the man took her into his arms, and Ling Xi's slender petite body fell straight on his leg.
"Lingxi, what kind of tricks are you playing? Oh, two young ..." Li Junting's lips aroused coldness. "You called me Junting before. Why, after I fell asleep, I wanted to confess it, and called me two young." Anymore? "
After I fell asleep, I did n’t want to confess it, and called me two less ...
No one expected Li Junting to say these words. Uncle Zhao, who was originally standing at the entrance of the hall, felt instantly unbearable.
He raised his hand to cover half of his face, and really couldn't listen to what his master said, which sounded like a complaint, more like a complaint, and quietly backed out.
Ling Xi was obviously surprised by this remark.
She froze slightly, then said, "I'm not playing tricks, just do what you mean. As for the title, if you like me to call you Junting, I'll just call it."
Li Junting Mo Mei froze fiercely: "I don't like it, but you like it. Don't you like to call my name, but you just want to call that kind of name?"
Li Junting grasped Lingxi's jaw severely, raised her small face, and forced her to look at herself.
He didn't understand that the two of them were in that relationship last night. Why did Lingxi pass by overnight and treat him with such a slight alienation.
"It doesn't matter whether I like it or not. The love of the second master is the most important thing." Ling Xi just looked at him for a moment, then don't open his eyes.
They were so close last night.
But now Lingxi looks like a person, and the eyes are no longer beautiful and shy in his arms last night.
"Lingxi, what's the matter with you? Last night you were obviously ..." Li Junting finally couldn't help but questioned.
(End of this chapter)