Chief, Love for you is wrong

"Well, come on, what's the result of xiaojingjing's three Gu Wen's old house!" asked Qin Jing, sitting in the co pilot's cab after dinner in Wen's old house.

With a deep smile, he turned his hand holding the steering wheel. The car turned a corner and continued to move forward. He kept an indifferent attitude. His eyes glanced at the woman's expression about to be angry, and then he pursed his lips and smiled.

"Your one-sided wish has come true. Grandpa told me to get along well with you, don't think about it, and treat you wholeheartedly."

The breath was so shocked that it was no less than seeing Columbus in the new world. Qin Jing was so surprised that her mouth opened slightly. After a while, she raised her hand under her chin, gently raised it mechanically and closed her mouth.

Last time I met, I tried to beat her with that crutch and told her that as long as he smelled Qingyuan one day, he was delusional to become the official granddaughter-in-law of the Wen family, and suddenly turned to her?

"How could grandpa suddenly tell you this?" subconsciously, Qin Jing couldn't believe the happiness that came too soon. Hearing the old man's words was not so much biased towards her as telling Wen Ji to leave and give birth to other hearts.

Then Wen Jili suddenly stopped at the corner of his lips, where he had been smiling. He pursed his lips and looked straight ahead. His sight also became long and far-reaching, but in that moment, he returned to normal.

Seeing her puzzled and disbelieving look on her face, he turned his head and smiled lightly, "why? Now your two points fall, and everyone falls to your side, but I'm left alone!"

Wen Jili's expression turned too fast. Qin Jing wondered if his unnaturalness was his own illusion.

She raised her hand and pinched the man's hand on the steering wheel. The touch of her hands was delicate and powerful. Her head rose slightly and was a little naive. "Even if everyone fell to me, I would still fall to you."

In response to the oath, Wen Jili was slightly stunned at first. Instead, he raised his hand and held Qin Jing's hand. He looked back at Qin Jing's eyes. His eyes were indifferent but full of tenderness, "then I won't let you fall."

Qin Jingchao smiled sweetly and pulled his hand back. "Concentrate on driving. I hope I can live to be 80 and see my house full of white children and grandchildren!"

Looking back at the scenery outside through the window, she was calm and happy at the bottom of her heart.

She didn't ask the old man what he had talked about with him, nor why the old man wanted to say these words to him, let alone him. When Wen Shuanglin went out, she told her whether sister Jing, who had come back, had contacted him.

She just needs to let him know that she attaches importance to this feeling; Let him know that no matter who bites her ears, she will choose him who is her husband.

As for Wen Jili's choice, it's Wen Jili's business.

Feelings can't be robbed, and Qin Jing won't do so.

The car continued to move forward slowly. Outside the window, an uncle selling balloons was next to a child crying to adults. Adults frowned because of the child's crying.

Qin Jing took back her sight. "Wen Jili, guess the little boy who just stood by the balloon crying. How old is he?"

Although she didn't know what this meant, Wen Jili looked back through the outside rearview mirror, took back his sight, and then returned, "only four or five years old."

Qin Jing nodded, "I also think the little boy should be four or five years old."

After being quiet for a while, she asked, "Mr. Wen, do you think the little boy is four or five years old and crying for balloons from his elders? Is it too unreasonable?"

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