Fake show is real: Wrong Love Bo Liang Chief

When Qin Jing said this, Chen Xiaoting already understood who the homeless person in Qin Jing's words was. Her face was a little pale, and she grabbed the cup of cold coffee and poured it down her throat.

After drinking the coffee, she realized that she was still in a state of unrest. Chen Xiaoting's hands trembled when she put down the coffee cup. When she stood up and wanted to leave, Qin Jing grabbed her hand and continued to talk.

"The wanderer, who lived alone for nearly ten years, met another white dove. It was a white dove full of scars, and it needed very precious medicinal materials to survive. The wanderer obviously has a better choice, but It wasn't until he met the white dove full of holes that his heart, which had been in a hurry for nearly ten years, was slowly filled. He had a thousand times the determination and enough money, and he knew that he would definitely be able to cure the dove. A white pigeon that has already been covered with bruises, but that white pigeon chose to escape."

At the end, Qin Jing smiled slightly at Chen Xiaoting, "Xiaoting, tell me, why is that white pigeon so stupid, it has such a good chance of recovery, but chooses to give up, and even dies?"

At this time, if you don't understand anymore, you are really a fool! [

Chen Xiaoting broke away from Qin Jing's hand with a changed face, hurriedly said "hehe, this story is very beautiful, the answer should be asked to Baige instead of me" and left.

Qin Jing glanced at his empty hand, looked up at Chen Xiaoting's back who was almost running away in a hurry, and sighed helplessly, feeling a little sad.

If Chen Xiaoting is a person who sees profit and forgets righteousness, Chen Ze, she promises to hear it, but she is not.

Qin Jing glanced at the company commander's ticket that was still on the table, with a vague expression.

*****

No leave, office.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling glass is a large white writing desk. Apart from the scattered manuscript paper and various charcoal pencils on the desk, there is only a man with his head down, writing and drawing.

The setting sun hit the side of the man's face through the floor-to-ceiling glass, which seemed to be dyed with a faint halo. His expression was serious, and his eyelashes fluttered like the fluttering wings of a butterfly, which was extremely charming.

There was a clicking sound, that was the sound of the door opening.

A man and a woman walked outside the door, but it didn't affect the man who was writing and drawing in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass. Even if he looked from a distance, he could still see the slight smile on his face.

The whole person has a kind of plain happiness.

The woman who entered the door saw the man with his head bowed in the distance, her eye circles were a little hot, and the bag in her hand was slightly white and trembling due to excitement.

Zheng Ningyu closed the door, looked at the woman next to her, her eyes dimmed.

"Sit down first, I'll pour you a glass of water." Zheng Ningyu walked a few steps but turned around suddenly, "Do you still like coffee with milk?"

The woman smiled at him, nodded gently and gracefully, "Yes."

After Zheng Ningyu walked into the tea room, the woman stood in the distance, quietly looking at the man in front of her, with endless waves in her heart.

Looking at the scene of him writing from a distance, his serious and soft side face, his slender white fingers, and the movement of frowning his brows, all these are so familiar that it makes people feel hot.

I have thought about the scene of the two seeing each other many times, but none of them is as uncomfortable as it is now.

She stands here, he sits there, the distance is still the same distance that he has stood many times in the past, it seems that it is still the same now. [

Looking at her, her gaze was still the obsession at the beginning, and would it be the same sweet knowing smile in response to her?

He has a quirk when drawing pictures. Other people must stand two meters away. If it is less than this distance, he will be unhappy and affect his mood when drawing pictures.

Thinking of the past years, my heart is so stuffy.

She looked at the man in front of him who lowered his head and was concentrating on drawing, and glanced at the shiny chain around his neck. She smiled slightly with beautiful eyes, and murmured softly in her heart.

From, I'm back.