Chief, Love for you is wrong

Looking at the man's tall and straight back and his straight back, anyone thought he was only pacing leisurely. Who would have guessed that at this time, he was carrying a pot of steaming porridge with flat hands?

This man admired by all the women in Y City. Even if he waved, he could sit aside like an emperor, and countless women were willing to wash their hands for him.

In fact, such a remarkable man, standing in front of him, carrying a pot of porridge made by himself, is gently asking her to come down for breakfast.

Remembering that in M City, she was alone in that shabby Hotel, and men were like heaven. God suddenly came, smiled at her, gently took her hand and said to her.

Someone turned my little rabbit away. I'll take her home.

The warmth made her want to cry.

Since last night, the heart that has been stuffy has become sunny.

She gave a sudden smile.

When he didn't think about what he said to her, what was hidden was love or responsibility;

Don't think about how long this warm and meaningful life can last.

She just wants the moment.

At present, years and months are like songs.

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Wen Jili scooped out the porridge and put it aside. When he saw the woman still standing at the corner of the stairs, he seemed to think of something beautiful. His expression was unusually soft.

"If you don't come down, the porridge will be cold."

The man's gentle voice came from the dining room. Qin Jing gave a heavy "um" sound, running like a fluttering bird, grabbed chopsticks and spoons, and his face was very happy.

While eating porridge, I glanced at the man. The hand holding the porcelain handle was being sent to my mouth gracefully and slowly.

It was time to feel the woman looking at him. He looked up and said, "what's the matter?"

Qin Jing shook her head, put some small dishes in her mouth and chewed them. She muttered vaguely, "it's so beautiful. Now I feel like I'm dreaming."

The man paused with the spoon in his hand. His calm eyes moved an unknown emotion. He looked at the woman and saw her bow her head and eat breakfast seriously.

The corners of his mouth tilted slightly and his eyes smiled, as if he were extremely happy.

"Dream?"

The man whispered and repeated her words. His eyes were deep, and then his good-looking lip line bent. His voice was a little hoarse, "are you fake or am I fake?"

She raised her head and looked at the man's eyes. She was stunned. He asked, what does that mean?

"You are true, so am I!"

Although she didn't know the meaning of the man's words, she quickly replied. At the same time, she pinched her wrist with her hand and bared her teeth in pain.

The pinched red hand was handed in front of him, like a rope. The pupil to be praised said, "look, it's red and painful! It's true!"

The man just had some cool and thin eyes. Seeing the funny expression of the woman, he gradually caught warmth, raised his hand and rubbed the top of the woman's hair. He was a little helpless.

"You are true, and so am I. therefore, all this is not a dream."

Qin Jing was stunned. Unexpectedly, the man turned such a big corner to answer what she just said casually. She looked at him quietly.

She saw his alienated Qingming pupil clearly reflecting the silly face of the woman named Qin Jing.

At the moment, his eyes were unusually bright.

She bent her lips at him, "you are true, I am true, everything is not a dream."

He helplessly raised his chopsticks and put a small dish of porridge into her bowl.

"Eat quickly. Otherwise the porridge will be cold."