Fake show is real: Wrong Love Bo Liang Chief

Immediately after that, he raised his spirits and laughed, "Two names are fine too! Then let Xiao Wenwen choose for himself, and see if he loves his father more or his mother more!" After a pause, he added, "Of course , if he chooses the word you choose, it doesn’t mean he loves you more, it just means he loves that word more.”

Wen Jili, who heard her left and right explanations were all on her side, the corners of her mouth twitched helplessly, and she raised her hand to pinch the tip of her nose, "Qin Xiaotu, are you going to say next, if Xiao Wenwen chooses you to write The word, that is the word he loves you, but loves you even more as a mother!"

"Hey! Those who know me, Mr. Wen also~~" Qin Jing blinked mischievously, picked up Wen Jili's piece of paper on the coffee table, and opened it while muttering, "Which word would you choose? Year? Grind ?still……"

While Qin Jing was still searching for the words he just saw in his mind, he suddenly exclaimed "Ah...".

She rubbed her eyes, and when she stared at the big characters on the white paper again, she couldn't believe it. She really didn't read it wrong, maybe the two sheets of paper were reversed, and she quickly snatched Wen Jili's handbag. paper. [

Comparing the two pieces of paper, one is handsome and the other is vigorous, but the words on the paper are all the same word, that is.

read.

The feeling of encountering unexpectedly came spontaneously. Qin Jing stretched out his hand and held the two pieces of paper side by side in front of him. His eyes narrowed into a straight line. Immediately, she raised her eyebrows and looked at Wen Jili, raising her eyebrows. With two pieces of paper in Yang's hand, he hummed and said, "Look, this is fate. The fate between me and my husband! You can't envy me."

Hearing this, Wen Jili's Junyi's face was a little livid, and Yache's face turned into a wicked sneer, looking at that person who was still immersed in the world of "destiny", sneering coldly, "Oh~~ I can't envy you and your husband's fate? Then another day, can you introduce your husband to me?"

"No problem!" Qin Jing replied quickly, put away the two pieces of paper with a smile, folded them carefully, took out a box from under the coffee table, and put the two folded papers in, "This is fate." !"

"I still can't envy you, your fate with your husband." There was a sneer from the side at the right time, and when Qin Jing closed the box, he nodded and hummed, before he realized it, he replied, "That's necessary! But you don't have to be jealous, there will always be someone who is destined to you."

The face of the man next to him was already dark, and he stood up straight away, his voice oozing with tenderness, "You have your destined husband, then I have to go out and meet the wife who is destined for me."

Qin Jing was still immersed in her own world. She put the box containing the papers back into the drawer of the coffee table, looked up and saw Wen Jili walking towards the door, and said "Hey" quickly, "Where are you going?"

Wen Jili, who was changing shoes, glanced at someone coldly, and his thin lips moved slightly, "Go and meet my predestined person." Then, not looking at her again, Qin Jing blinked in confusion, "The predestined person? Why do you want to meet her?" Destined person?" Immediately, the voice suddenly rose, pointing at the man's back, "Wen Jili, you dare to openly cheat in front of me!"

The man only looked back at her coldly, then opened the door and walked out without looking back, leaving behind a sad Qin Jing.

Seeing the place where he disappeared, Mistress Qin poked the sofa sadly. In the end, she stopped poking the sofa at all. She kicked and hugged her abdomen, trotted to the small balcony, lay on the railing, her head kept dropping aim.

Luoxia's buildings are relatively short, and the view is very wide. From the small balcony, you can see the wide exterior scene of the entrance of the building where she lives. Therefore, the place Qin Jing wants to stare at is the only way to go out. . .