Young Master Lu, My Name is Xu Junxi; I am Ning Qing's First Love
Editor: Larbre Studio
Then was it because he was loaded?
Yes, he was really wealthy. He did not mind if women liked him for his money. Love was love; it would be fine if he had money. Lu Shaoming walked beside the closet. He suddenly thought of her face that night when the girl stood beside her closet, touched the edge of his white shirt, and laughed to herself with a silly grin. His lips curled up into a smile.
He grabbed a white shirt and black suit trousers. He put them on slowly, and then stood before the mirror again. He styled his hair with a comb. After he was done, he felt that it was not enough. He squeezed a little hair gel into hands and set his hair in a fixed position. It was the first time in his life that he made himself up.
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In the Ning Villa
Ning Qing woke up. Yue Wanqing placed a soft pillow behind her back. She had a small bowl in her hands, and she drank the donkey hide glue glutinous rice porridge spoonful by spoonful.