Fake show is real: Wrong Love Bo Liang Chief

The car quickly stopped at the Blue Lake Villa, and Wen Jili's movement of taking off his seat belt was also very rapid. Qin Jing also took off his seat belt and got out of the car, only to find that Wen Jili, who got off the car earlier than her, did not rush in directly.

Even though she was extremely sad just now, she was still lucky. Wen Jili might not change the lane because she didn't want to make her sad, so that she wouldn't continue to lose touch with Luo Yi.

But when she stood at the entrance of Blue Lake Villa and saw the lights on inside, the last luck in her heart was shattered.

The night was as cold as ice, and the cold wind was blowing, making her heart numb. She stood stiffly at the door, looked at the familiar lamp inside, and then squinted at the flowerbed swaying in the cold wind, her face was as gray as frost. Snow, the heart dies like a lamp withers.

Wen Jili, is this the reason why you insist on me coming back? [

The open-air flower garden has been covered with an artificial shed due to the arrival of cold winter.

Outside, you can't see those delicate roses, and you can't see those amorous violets, but only a tight and simple canopy.

Under the orange street lights in the small park, it looks extraordinarily peaceful and warm.

You once promised me to shovel all the flowers in this garden.

As a result, as soon as she came back, the promise you made to me once seemed so pale and powerless in front of her, like a dandelion that couldn't find a point of strength, only a life that kept wandering, and in the end, I don't know where it was dissipated and forgotten. corner……

It's just a simple flower garden, because of her, you remember to surround it carefully with a canopy, and take care of the flowers that have withered and only have stalks left.

Slowly closing her eyes, a beautiful picture of her and him once flashed in her mind, but in the end, it was blank, with no trace of traces to be found.

Squeezing the small satchel tightly in her hand, Qin Jing let out a sigh of relief, laughed at herself, turned around and walked away. After a few steps, the man grabbed her arm. She struggled and wanted to get rid of it. Surprisingly large!

She looked up at him, her piercing and piercing black pupils looked unusually deep in the darkness, she calmed him so that he would look at each other, and he kept his mouth shut, and finally didn't make any sound.

It's not that I don't want to, but my throat is choked up badly!

She had already lost so badly, she used a hoarse and suffocated voice to disgust herself again, so she had no choice but to shut her mouth, pursed her lips tightly, and let him rudely drag her into the gate!

The movement of pulling has slipped from the arm to the palm of the hand, following behind Wen Jili, seeing the warmth of their overlapping hands touching the warmth of his palm, the two of them at first glance seem like a couple holding hands and going home in the cold winter couple!

In fact, his palm, holding her hand, hurt.

Before the door was opened, Qin Jing watched him press the electronic code next to the door, watched his fingerprints facing the sensing area, and opened the door card for a moment. There is still a slight fluke!

The light was turned on, maybe Wen Jili forgot to turn it off when he went out, and turning on the light in the room does not mean there are people inside.

The palms pinched by the man began to ooze sweat due to the anxiety and tension in her heart, and her heart rose directly to her throat. She was so nervous that she even held her breath, just looking forward to the scene of him pushing the door open.

She could hold her breath, but couldn't suppress her beating heartbeat. The moment the door was pushed open, she closed her eyes, and suddenly she didn't dare to face the living room that she was so familiar with in her heart.

For a moment, she suddenly hated her hearing for being so sensitive!