Fake show is real: Wrong Love Bo Liang Chief

Qin Jing was puzzled by this question from the first moment he entered the door. Su Qun's performance was too much like that of a mother who loves her child deeply. The eyes that were red and swollen from crying were not fake.

Wen Jili sat down on the sofa next to the big bed, pinched the center of his brows, frowned, and pursed his lips, as if he was also thinking.

Seeing him like this, Qin Jing felt a little heartbroken. She walked over and pinched his forehead with her fingertips, and rubbed gently, "Don't think about it tonight. You haven't rested all day, sleep well, otherwise Before the swallow saw it, you, the uncle, fell down first."

As Qin Jing's fingers slowly kneaded and massaged Wen Jili's forehead, his tense handsome face slowly relaxed, and after a while, he wrapped her hands on his forehead in his ,"are you tired?"

Qin Jing shook his head, leaned over behind him, put his head on his shoulder, put his arms around his chest, and was held in his palm, "I'm not tired. I just pinched my forehead. Would you like to lie down?" , let me pinch your back for you?" [

Wen Jili smiled faintly, turned his head to touch Qin Jing's face, turned around and hugged Qin Jing across the sofa, Qin Jing didn't realize it, and screamed "Ah" in fright, only to be hugged by him on his lap. He patted his chest with lingering fear, "You just scared me."

With a soft face, he straightened her hair that was messed up by his embrace, stroked her face with his fingertips, and traced her eyebrows, nose bridge, and the curvature of her chin little by little with tenderness.

His expression was too tender, and Qin Jing felt a little uncomfortable at this moment. She tilted her head slightly, trying to slide his finger on her face, but unexpectedly his knee lifted slightly, which brought her closer to him .

Being so close, so tender, made her close her eyes uncomfortably. Wen Jili put his hands around her armpits, hugged her, and pressed his face against hers. Their cheeks were touching, and they could feel the warmth of each other's face.

So warm, so warm.

"Qin Jing, after we go back, let's get married."

She looked at him in astonishment, his eyes were as dark as an obsidian, but they were like stars under the black curtain, shining with crystal light, and there was tenderness that could not be ignored in the pupils.

She has been waiting, waiting for him to forget the past, waiting for him to put her in his heart, waiting for him to speak, waiting for him to give her a wedding that belongs only to her, Qin Jing.

That wedding doesn't need to be grand, noisy, or extravagant.

As long as the two standing in front of the witness or the priest are Wen Jili and Qin Jing.

Beside them, with the blessing of their most cherished person, that is enough.

This happiness came so hastily, Qin Jing couldn't believe it.

She shivered away from Wen Jili's side face, raised her hand to caress that handsome face that was no less than Jiu Chongtian to her, but now she was so close.

So close that her fingertips could touch the warmth of his face.

Once, he said to her, 【Qin Jing, I can give you everything I have except love. 】

So, now, Wen Jili, besides all, can you give me your love?

Qin Jing didn't ask this question.

He said that love can be made.

In the past few months, Qin Jing didn't know if the two of them had made love, but the only thing she was sure of was that love was definitely not something that was asked. [

There are many things, working hard, developing, and persisting, and there will be a day when things will come to fruition.

It's like something she didn't dare to think about before, just like she once thought they would only be a couple who respect each other >

In the future, one day, she firmly believes that as long as the two of them never regret not leaving, he will eventually give her a complete love.