Chief, Love for you is wrong

Qin Jing stared at the dark and bright, dark and bright screen. After ten minutes, the man should put down his mobile phone

Thinking of this, she tried to whisper, "Mr. Wen..."

"Well," the other end answered quickly.

Qin Jing gave a frightening "ah" and found that he was too big. He quickly grabbed his mobile phone and shouted at Wen Jili at the other end, "Wen Jili, why don't you hang up and waste my phone!"

"Something?" compared with Qin Jing's anxiety, Wen Jili was much more indifferent.

"You're so annoying! How can you not hang up my phone! It's all right. I'll hang up first. I waste 14 minutes and 2 seconds. You're a terrible crime!"

Before Wen Jili hung up her phone, Qin Jing finally succeeded in taking a step ahead of him. Without even saying goodbye, he pressed the red hang up button!

When you put down your mobile phone, your heart still beats!

I was so impulsive that I called before I thought about it!

Otherwise, Wen Jili's child is OK. If it's really Wen Jili's child, what should she do?

I hung up the phone and thought of myself. I just took the initiative to hang up someone else's phone. This is the first time. Looking at the black screen of the mobile phone, she put it aside and lay powerlessly on her desk

If there were a little red flower by the lake, Qin Jing would learn from the tragic heroine on TV

Sitting by the lake, she sobbed slightly towards the sparkling lake, with red eyes, white jade's little hand holding the flower handle of the little safflower, and the other hand Qianqian held the petals of the little safflower.

One by one, with a little sad if crying, sprinkle the petals to the lake one by one

The petals were falling, and she whispered in a hoarse voice. The child was his... Not his... His... Not his

Then, pick up the petals floating on the lake and stained with several crystal drops of water, put them into the prepared bamboo basket next to them, carry a small hoe and dig a pit.

Come to the boudoir where Daiyu Buries flowers. Complain, bury and murmur. The child is his... Not his... His... Not his

Qin Jing had just flashed the cold scene in her mind. She shivered and patted the stage with both hands. She was about to give herself strength and yell

Ah

Ah

She folded her hands on her chest, gasped, stared at Shan Yudong in front, and said discontentedly, "what are you doing!"

Shan Yudong raised his hand and wiped his nose with his thumb. His smile overflowed from the corners of his mouth. His beautiful peach blossom luck was also like the lure and confusion of a curved moon. He pointed the center of Qin Jing's forehead with his index finger and smacked his tongue.

"Tut Tut, I just looked at you as if you were possessed by Meng Jiang. She cried for a long time. City, I'm afraid you're a fake. What should I do if I cry down this office accidentally! For the sake of my life, life and safety, I have to summon souls!"

“……”

Speechless, Qin Jing rubbed the center of his forehead, slightly pouted his lips, and was stabbed again. He turned around and ignored him. He grabbed a water cup and poured a few saliva into his stomach to wake himself up a little.

Think of something, put down the water cup and immediately turned to ask Shan Yudong.

"Good luck, I went and mentioned twins in the morning. When I came out, I saw Mo Bai in my house. He often went and mentioned twins with a very beautiful woman. What did he do? And who was the woman? Can you ask your little group for me?"