Fake show is real: Wrong Love Bo Liang Chief

Xiaochi nodded half-understood, then pursed his lips shyly, "Then mother give Xiaochi a kiss." Then, pointing to his cheek with a thin finger, a thin blush instantly faded.

Luo Yi looked at her well-behaved son, who had always been weak and weak, and felt a little sad. She blamed him and hated him, but it was still her own son. She bent down slightly and kissed him on his small lips. , "Xiaochi is good, remember to wait for uncle to pick him up."

Xiaochi shyly touched the place where Luo Yi just kissed, and nodded obediently, "Yes. Xiaochi will wait for uncle to pick him up this time, and won't lose his temper. Mom, don't worry."

After talking to Xiao Chi for a few words, Luo Yi stood up and walked towards the door. He was lying on the sofa reading a novel. Wen Shuang saw it and was a little puzzled, "Sister Jing, Qin Haotian will be here later, why don't you wait for him to come with you?"

Hearing this, Luo Yi turned his head and looked at Wen Shuang, his face was a little cold, and even his words were tinged with coldness, "I have to ask your third brother about this, what kind of agreement did he reach with Qin Haotian! Let me even I dare not even see my uncle!" [

Then, he turned his head and left, his high-heeled shoes were stepping on the wooden floor of the old house, and Wen Shuang blinked, then shivered, because he was frightened by Luo Yi's cold eyes before he left.

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"My mother doesn't understand. I, Zheng Ningyu, am worse than you, Wen Jili. You have children, and you will be married next month, and she is still holding on to you!"

After finishing speaking, Zheng Ningyu took a deep breath of the cigarette, holding the cigarette in his hand. In the cold night, the white smoke rose with the cold wind. Face, don't have a style.

He took out a can of beer from the plastic bag next to him, Buzz opened the bottle cap, handed it to Zheng Ningyu, opened another bottle himself, looked up at the cold lonely moon in the sky, Wen Jili raised his head and took a sip Beer, looking gloomy.

For a long time, shaking the beer in the can, the beer oscillated in the can and made a clear sound, Wen Jili listened to the sound, a thin and cold smile appeared on his thin and suitable lips, he looked sideways at the decadent Zheng Ningyu, and smiled lightly sneer.

"Is the current situation very similar to the situation when you sat here with me five years ago, and we were both very drunk? At that time, we got drunk and stayed here all night. Thinking about it now, I feel that It's unbelievable."

Zheng Ningyu tugged her red lips bewitchingly, raised her slender eyes and eyebrows slightly, and took another puff of the cigarette in her hand, the smoke spewed out from his mouth, covering his delicate face with a layer of mist .

"Why don't you stay here with me tonight, as if you were drunk for a night five years ago?" The corners of his lips twitched, and he gave Wen Jili a bewitching look, all the while sneering.

Wen Jili smiled faintly, and slightly increased the strength of holding the can. As his strength increased, the cylindrical body of the can slowly deflated. When it deflated to a certain extent, it could no longer sag .

Lifting the can in front of Zheng Ningyu, he smiled faintly, "Look, five years ago, I could crush a can completely with one hand, but now, I can't."

Glancing coldly at the can in Wen Jili's hand, Zheng Ningyu threw the flaming cigarette in his hand on the ground, moved his legs, and stomped on the extinguished cigarette butt fiercely with the soles of his shoes.