Chief, Love for you is wrong

As the woman bowed her head, the little warmth she had managed to create in the morning dispersed without a trace. Instead, it was a little suffocating silence.

Wen Jili, who came out of the bath, was a little stunned when he heard the woman's words. His eyes faintly glanced at the woman's drooping head, paced past and hooked the woman's chin.

"I thought you would say, Mr. Wen, I like carrot shower gel."

Suddenly, his words scattered the heavy breath of a room. The woman suddenly raised her eyes and glared angrily, "why do I like carrot flavor shower gel!"

"Little. Rabbit. Son."

The man coolly threw down three words, then turned around gracefully, completely ignoring the woman's red face.

Until both of them changed their clothes, Qin Jing's mouth was still twitching. When the man opened the door, she suddenly muttered, "even if I were a little rabbit, I would only be the jade rabbit in Chang'e's arms!"

Her words successfully made his hand on the doorknob pause. The man's sparse eyebrows were provoked by evil, with a clear expression. After hesitating for a while, his thin lips moved slightly.

"Do you mean to say that you like the woodcutter, incarnate as jade rabbit, and want to rob a man with Chang'e?"

(woodcutter refers to Wu Gang. It is said that Yue Gong is the man who cuts osmanthus trees with Chang E.)

Immediately, he returned to his usual coolness and walked gracefully to the hall.

Qin Jing's face was half black. He walked downstairs unhappily behind the man. Half way, he exclaimed again.

"No, it's 8 o'clock! I got up late in the morning and I haven't made breakfast yet! No, no, milk. What if milk doesn't have breakfast after it gets up? No, hurry up..."

Without waiting for the man's reaction, he hurried downstairs.

Before going to the kitchen, I saw the old lady walking to the hall with a pot of porridge. When the old lady saw the anxious Qin Jing, she also stopped, "Jing Jing woke up?"

He nodded in amazement, looked at the steaming porridge, and looked at the energetic old lady. At her, his eyes narrowed with laughter, and a little strange feeling surged in his heart.

"Ha ha, silly boy, why are you suddenly stunned? Come and have breakfast."

Lao Nai smiled lovingly at Qin jingle and walked to the dining room with the pot of steaming porridge.

"I told Li Li last night that your hands are like this. Just ask for leave and don't go to work. Li Li didn't even ask you, so he directly replied to me and said you wouldn't ask for leave. Jing Jing, tell milk. Milk whether Li Li Li won't raise you and must you go to work, otherwise he will go even if his hands are hurt!"

The old lady's angry voice came from the dining room, but Qin Jing stood at the kitchen door and looked up at the man who had just walked to the stairs and was turning towards the dining room.

The lower body is a pair of black casual trousers, which is not as serious as the orthodox trousers, nor as casual as the ordinary casual trousers. It is elegant with a romantic laziness, but it does not lose the feeling of business.

The upper body is a white shirt, the middle belt is atmospheric black gray, the leather is very good, with a touch of moisture.

A man's figure is a clothes rack figure. In popular words, it is a model figure. Any clothes are set on him, which has been improved by several grades.

His back is still so tall and tall in the impression, with charming elegance.

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