Fake show is real: Wrong Love Bo Liang Chief

The unpretentious voice made Qin Jing's lips curl up slightly, and she and Wen Jili's fingers were still clasped. She raised their hands and placed them in front of her eyes, her eyes narrowed slightly, and her voice was very soft.

"Mr. Wen, tell me, will we have such a day in the future? When the gray-haired grandson picked up our grandson from school, and he was arguing to eat French fries at the place called gnawing chicken or gnawing duck, we two old guys Just stupidly took out a sweet potato, cut it into strips and placed it in front of the grandson, let him eat our French fries?"

During this time, the two seldom mentioned the future, and they rarely mentioned the children, and they dared not touch or talk about such a long-standing beautiful reverie.

Today, maybe Grandma Huang’s words are too simple and unpretentious, her smile is too simple and kind, and it really hits the weakness of people’s hearts. Anyone who reads it can’t help but wonder if she would be so stupid when she was so beautiful. Yet an act of love?

As a result, Qin Jing also became talkative and sensational. After asking, just thinking about the scene made people laugh, so after Qin Jing finished speaking, she laughed lightly. She looked up at him, her eyebrows and eyes curved, clear and clear Jing Liang, "That scene is funny when you think about it. Maybe, the grandson will say, two old-fashioned antiques!" [

Qin Jing's eyebrows and eyes were too warm, Wen Jili paused, put his hands on Qin Jing's shoulders, let her head rest on his chest, and said in a gentle and affectionate voice, "As long as you wish, we will have that kind of future. Just like Grandma and grandpa, we can even see the process of our great-grandson growing up."

We not only have grandsons, but also great-grandsons. Now we have agreed that we will watch the growth of our great-grandsons together when the gray hair is gray. shoulders, and began to cry.

This is also the first time she has cried since Wen Ji divorced and regretted her marriage.

The voice was accompanied by small whimpers, like the low hoarse cry of a small animal when it was injured, quiet and mournful.

Qin Jing's hands were tightly clutching Wen Jili's hem, his head kept digging into Wen Jili's chest, his voice was hoarse and aggrieved.

"Wen Jili, I really want to drill through your obnoxious clothes, then through that annoying skin, and that thick muscle tissue, I want to drill directly into your powerful and indifferent heart. , look at your bright red heart, is it engraved with the words [Qin Jing]..."

Qin Jing's voice was very deep, accompanied by whimpers, broken, rustling, low, but with helplessness.

Wen Jili lowered his head and kissed Qin Jing's hair, and patted her on the back lightly, without saying a word, Qin Jing was in his arms, crying and crying, as if he wanted to expel the suffocation that had been pent up in his heart all at once. Send | vent out.

In the end, it was Wen Jili who slowly broke away from Qin Jing who was lying in his arms, gently wiped the tears on her cheeks, and said softly, "Okay, don't cry. Huh?"

Qin Jing snuffed his nose, looked at Wen Jili with red eyes, raised his hand and wiped his eyes with the back of his palm, sniffed his nose again, grabbed his arm, pursed his mouth, and said in a hoarse voice, "First let me I'll take a bite and talk."

Wen Jili was wearing a linen gray knitted sweater, the sleeves were rolled up to form arms.

Therefore, Qin Jing took the initiative. Before Wen Jili nodded and opened his mouth, he rolled up Wen Jili's sleeves, revealing his slender and powerful arms. a mouthful.