Fake show is real: Wrong Love Bo Liang Chief

"Li, Happy New Year." Luo Yi greeted Wen Jili with a smile, and Qin Jing took the initiative to pick it up, "Ms. Mu, Happy New Year!" After a pause, she remembered something, and continued to laugh, "Send my greetings to you too." Xiao Chi said happy new year. The child has just returned to China, and it is quite pitiful to be alone at home in the [-]th year of the new year."

Qin Jing's words meant something, and the insinuations were extremely strong, which hit the nail on the head, making Luo Yi feel ashamed.

After she finished speaking, she turned her head and smiled at Wen Jili without looking at Luo Yi's blue or white face, "Mr. Wen, it's stuffy here, let's go outside for a walk."

Wen Jili nodded, and after saying hello to Zheng Ningyu, he took Qin Jing's shoulders and walked outside. Behind him, Zheng Ningyu looked at Luo Yi worriedly, "Ah Jing, if you are worried about Xiaochi, I will accompany you back now?"

Luo Yi's weary and sad expression turned quickly, she brushed a few strands of hair scattered in front of her forehead, pursed her lips and smiled lightly, "Xiao Yu, you are the secretary of the municipal committee, how could you leave so quickly? Press For the process, you should still have to negotiate with the people in the store!" [

Looking at Luo Yi's stubborn expression, Zheng Ningyu frowned slightly, and finally shook his head helplessly, "Ah Jing, why bother if you are like this? Ji Li's life started anew a few years ago."

A word made Luo Yi look dazed, she held the small and exquisite satchel tightly in her hands, looked at Wen Jili's back as she went away, and muttered to herself.

"Xiaoyu, will the relationship between half a year be very deep? Will the half year away from her be as deep as the ten years between me and him? I am not reconciled, I am not reconciled..."

Zheng Ningyu looked at Luo Yi's almost paranoid fanaticism, his eyes dimmed, and the hand hanging by his side was clenched and then put down, clenched and then put down, he put his hands on Luoy's shoulders, holding the last sliver of hope, watching Her accent was filled with uncontrollable excitement and affection, "Ah Jing, Ji Li doesn't want you, and me."

Luo Yi's eyes shifted from the direction where Wen Jili disappeared back to Zheng Ningyu's body, and his thick eyelashes and eyebrows fluttered, flickering, with the beauty of fluttering butterfly wings.

She stood on tiptoe slightly, kissed Zheng Ningyu's tight lips with her beautiful lips, Zheng Ningyu was so happy that she hugged Luo Yi tightly, but Luo Yi frowned and let him hold her, with a soft tone, "Xiao Yu, if you love me , just help me get him."

The corners of Zheng Ningyu's eyes were still raised with joy, listening to her words, he pushed her away in disbelief, his long and narrow eyes widened, and his delicate and delicate face stared at Luo Yi in disbelief, "Ah Jing, what did you just say? "

Luo Yi dragged Zheng Ningyu's hand again, with sad eyes, "Xiaoyu, if you love me, help me get him."

The light shining in Zheng Ningyu's eyes was instantly shattered by Luo Yi's words. A person who had silently insisted on a love for more than ten years, suffered more than ten years of pain, and suppressed his feelings for more than ten years. When the full moon is about to usher, in this joyous and festive New Year's Eve, God actually gave him such a joke.

Different from Wen Jili's indifferent and detached handsomeness, Zheng Ningyu's handsomeness is extremely flamboyant and wanton, with just one glance, you will be attracted wantonly by his appearance.

At this moment, he laughed so hard.

Looking at Luo Yi's beautiful and moving face, he laughed silently, with an extremely weird expression on his face.

The corners of the eyes with thick eyelashes bent into an exaggerated arc as he laughed. At this time, even as a man, Zheng Ningyu's smile was astonishingly beautiful.

People who are thin and cool will never miss peace.

Finally, Zheng Ningyu, who had been staring at Luo Yi closely, withdrew all the outgoing emotions, his delicate face was as cold as a cold wind blowing, his brows were as sharp as a blade, and his voice was calm and decisive, "Mu Jing, Zheng Ningyu, I wish you happiness."

Then, turn around and leave.

With the infatuated love that has been hidden for ten years or even longer, he turned around with unprecedented firmness and decisiveness.