Chief, Love for you is wrong

Just as she was running away, she just pulled it up and soaked it. Now she stopped and closed her hands with Wen Jili. She was a little embarrassed and pulled her hands out of his fingers.

But unexpectedly, she was directly dragged by the man and kept her fingers tight. The man stroked her messy hair and pulled it back to her ears.

"Qin Jing, beauty is in the eyes of lovers. At least don't give me an imitation."

Qin Jing stared angrily, "..."

In a strange city, surrounded by quiet street lights, m city is not as prosperous as y city. Being in it, it is full of fresh and comfortable after the rain.

Especially the person walking with you next to you is still the person on the tip of his heart. The sense of warmth and tranquility has been magnified more than ten times.

The two held hands and felt the different feelings brought to them by this strange city. They didn't talk to each other and just walked along the street lamp.

The coolness was chilly. Qin Jing shivered. The man hugged her arm and handed her the coat that had been on her left arm, "put it on."

The voice is neither hot nor cold, as I have heard many times in the past, but now it seems to be separated from the feeling of alienation.

"Why do you have a coat?"

Put on the coat that the man handed her and was wrapped in an ill fitting coat. It felt very warm, from the body to the heart.

Wen Jili, even if you are a weak fire, oil and lamp, for that warmth, Qin Jing will fly moths to the fire.

"I pulled it when I came out."

The explanation of the man's disapproval doesn't seem to think it's worth paying attention to. His lazy one hand tilts. He inserts his trouser bag, and the woman holding beside him exudes a fatal charm.

There is a spicy hot file not far away, braving the boiling heat, and you can smell the fragrance when you walk far away.

After walking all afternoon, Qin Jing, who was already hungry, turned his head, pointed to the spicy hot stall not far away, bent his eyebrows and eyes, "shall we eat that?"

The girl's dimple is like a flower, her eyes are shining, like the stars under the night, shining brightly. She is bending her lips and waiting for him to answer with a smile in her eyes.

Ben didn't like to eat these Wen Jili. At this time, he seemed to have a little appetite for the fragrance floating in front. He raised his hand and rubbed the girl's head, bending his lips with a smile.

"We'll eat if you like."

Between words, they indulge.

On hearing the man's promise, Qin Jing hurriedly dragged the man's hand and walked to the spicy stall. "Hurry up, I've been hungry all afternoon. Now I smell the fragrance and my intestines are hungry!"

Wen Jili, who was dragged by a woman, had to stride behind her with a smile. His slim and small figure looked even thinner under his wide coat.

Then he looked down slightly and saw that his hand was pulled forward by the girl. The two people were in contact. The ten fingers were tightly connected, and her fingers were holding his fingers tightly.

Suddenly, he remembered what the girl had sworn at her mother's grave.

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Mom, I will give Wen Jili happiness.

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When he came out of his memory, the girl had broken away from him and was standing in front of the steaming spicy hot stall, skillfully pointing to the ingredients on the plate.

Occasionally, turning around and seeing him standing nearby, she suddenly pointed to the small table not far away, "you sit there first. I'll order something to eat."

Wen Jili looked in the direction of Qin Jing's fingers and pulled at the corners of his mouth.

Even if the tables and stools were folded, they would not even reach his knees*

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