Fake show is real: Wrong Love Bo Liang Chief

When they came out of the street office, both Qin Jing and Wen Jili smiled helplessly.The child will be born in a few days, and the parents-to-be have to be reminded before they remember that they need to apply for a birth permit to give birth.

When registering for marriage, I didn’t know that I had to take a photo of the marriage certificate; I didn’t know that I had to prepare a red envelope for the first New Year’s day after marriage; I even forgot to apply for a birth certificate for their first child.Qin Jing couldn't help sighing, "It seems that when the Q version of the manga is completed, the general title has to be changed, and it should be called [Life in a Confused Life], which is more appropriate."

"Huh?" Wen Jili grabbed Qin Jing's shoulder and walked towards the car, "Manga?"

Mentioning this, Qin Jing narrowed his eyes slyly, and took Wen Jili's hand, "Mr. Wen, 50 years later, if I give you a gift that took 50 years to complete, then you can give me a gift in 50 years." What?"

Hearing this, Wen Jili raised his eyebrows, and looked sideways at the person who also looked up at him, his eyes were full of hope and agility, and a faint smile curled his lips, "What do you want?"

Qin Jing raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Wen Jili, how can you ask someone what gift they want like this. Gifts are about sincerity, and you can give it as you think."

"Oh~~?" After Wen Jili replied, a teasing smile appeared on Junya's face, and her voice suddenly rose and she couldn't stop her sarcasm, "Qin Xiaotu, you openly asked for gifts. You still want to tell me your sincerity?" Say it, and immediately bent his lips and smiled, "If I want to be sincere from the beginning, even after 50 years, I will not give you anything."

Qin Jing squinted at him, "There is no one who coaxes girls like you! Besides being unromantic, you actually refute Xiao Jingjing, it's rare for me to ask you for a gift!"

Wen Jili's face was slightly helpless, "Qin Xiaotu, I romantically asked you what you want, and you asked to be sincere. Now that I've said it sincerely, you don't think it's romantic." Wen Jili pretended Squeeze the forehead for the headache.

Seeing his coherent expression and movements, Qin Jing twitched the corners of his mouth, touched his forehead with the back of his hand on tiptoe, and asked with the same pretense of concern, "Wen Jili, are you still my Wen Jili?"

The man smiled lightly, took off Qin Jing's hand that was still on his forehead, patted her on the head, and the two walked towards the car.

After Qin Jing got into the car, when Wen Jili closed the car door for her, he suddenly leaned over slightly and approached her ear, his thin lips parted slightly, and a soft and affectionate smile appeared on his face. After speaking, he straightened up and rubbed Qin Jing gently. Jing's soft, broken hair closed the car door.

Through the car window, Qin Jing watched Wen Jili turn around and walk towards the driver's cab from the front of the car, his eyes were as bright as a lake of dazzling light, and his face was wrinkled with a smile.

【Qin Jing, I will give you Wen Jili 50 years later, okay? 】

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After the two came out from the ink shop, they strolled around the leisure area of ​​the ink shop for a while, and when they were about to leave, Qin Jing thought of something, and took Wen Jili's hand and walked back.

When they came out of the ink shop, apart from a large bag of maternal and child supplies, they also had a bag of things that Qin Jing had just folded back to buy.

"Grandma has been having a bad appetite recently, and she doesn't eat much. And she always takes medicine, which makes her mouth tasteless." Qin Jing mentioned the things he just went back to buy, "I just remembered that grandma likes to eat like Like my mother, I also like to drink grapefruit juice. At that time, Gu Zhancheng put a glass of grapefruit juice next to my mother's bed every day."

When Wen Jili heard this, his face that was still smiling slightly turned cold in an instant, and after a while, he returned to his usual expression, asking casually as if he didn't care, "Do you remember such a small thing?" ?”