Fake show is real: Wrong Love Bo Liang Chief

Chen Ze showed a clear smile to Zhou Yang, and he turned sideways so that Zhou Yang could see Wen Jili's side, "The person next to Third Young Master is Young Madam, named Qin Jing."

The cold sweat dripped from his forehead again, Zhou Yang took out a tissue to wipe it again, and hurried over to say hello, "Hehe, Miss Qin is the wife of our president!"

Uh……

Qin Jing raised his head in astonishment, and glanced at Wen Jili, is he Zhou Yang's CEO?

Just now she was too immersed in the dreamy warmth Wen Jili wove for her, and she didn't notice what the staff next to her called Wen Jili at all. [

Before she had time to think about it, when she opened her mouth and was about to return, her nose itched, she held onto Wen Jili's shoulder, and sneezed uncontrollably, rubbed her nose, and found that the nasal water was coming out.

Zhou Yang next to him quickly handed over a tissue, Qin Jing took it, wiped his nose, and said to Zhou Yang in embarrassment, "I'm really sorry, let Zhou>

Seeing the tip of her nose that was rubbed red by her, Wen Jili twitched the corner of his mouth, took her other hand, nodded to Zhou Yang as a greeting, and then said lightly to Qin Jing, "Let's go back."

See two people cross >

Behind him was Zhou Yang's hopeless eyes.

Young Madam, are you here to go on tour in micro-service, or are you here in micro-service, or are you here in micro-service...

"You came to Tianheng to rent the guild hall?" Wen Jili closed the stack of materials Qin Jing brought, and then turned to ask Qin Jing beside him.

"Hmm..." His nose was a bit congested. He must have caught a cold. Qin Jing sniffled and muttered, "It's over now. Let Gu Zhancheng take care of it!"

"Do you want to?" The voice was flat and chattering, with a tasteless feeling, and no emotion could be heard.

"I want, you don't want to rent it to Gu Zhancheng, can you give it to me directly? Can you give it to me without charging at all?"

Qin Jing slightly lowered his head to look at him, his hair drooped following her head slightly sideways, his eyes were raised with teasing light, from his angle, he looked pure with a special flavor.

Lifting his right hand and clasping the back of her head, he gradually approached her. Their lips touched, so close that they could hear each other's breath. The tip of the man's tongue passed through his teeth and directly entered Qin Jing's mouth, lingering on her tongue. .

The man's aura was too strong, with a predatory aura, she fell a little drunk in his almost domineering kiss, panting delicately, her nose was full of the familiar fragrance.

The kiss was short, but it was enough to make Qin Jing, whose breath was not very smooth, pant again and again. The man reached out and patted her back, smoothing her breath that had become unstable due to his kiss.

Through the rearview mirror, I saw Chen Ze's red face in front.

Qin Jing glared at Ji Li angrily, but with the bright red cheeks on both sides and slightly watery eyes, no matter how you look at it, it is the anger of a little girl acting like a baby.

Wen Jili rubbed the top of her hair with the other hand, his cool voice carried a little sigh >

"Qin Jing, what's mine is yours."

Qin Jing was stunned at first, but then realized that he was answering what she just said. [

She is used to the brevity of his words.

He said, his is hers, which means that even if Gu Zhancheng has already negotiated with Tianheng, if you want, you can go directly.

What's mine is yours.

This sentence, without any fancy prefix embellishment, is plain and straightforward, but it is better than any extravagant rhetoric.