Chief, Love for you is wrong

He suddenly came over and gently hugged Qin Jing, but when Qin Jing was still in a bleary state, he released it, raised his hand, poked Qin Jing's forehead and heart with his index finger, and sighed gently, "just be happy. Go out to work!"

After glancing at Shan Yudong, Qin Jing rubbed the forehead and heart poked a little painful by Shan Yudong, and was still muttering when he closed the door of the office. This guy is weird in ancient times!

Although Shan Yudong's strange problem makes Qin Jing a little unclear, he is a little happy.

At least, the man didn't feel bad about her cheating him to get married, let alone alienate him.

What she fears most is that she and Shan Yudong become strangers because of this.

It's not easy to have a friend. If she becomes a stranger because of this, she will feel sad.

In the evening, Qin Jing sat on the sofa knitting a scarf. Wen Jili sat in front of the tea table not far away, writing and drawing with a charcoal pen.

After late autumn, Wen Jili asked the servant to put long wool blankets on the floors of the blue lake villa except the kitchen and bathroom. Walking barefoot on the ground was very soft and warm.

Now he was sitting on the carpet, drawing something with his head down.

Qin Jing occasionally looks up at Wen Jili when changing needles and looks at his focused side face, which makes her feel at home. They are doing their own things, but they can feel the warmth of each other around them. It feels very beautiful.

Put down the brush, Wen Jili sat next to Qin Jing, picked up the long wool and played with his fingers.

"Are you tired of doing this when you come back from work? If you feel hard, just knit grandma and grandpa directly. I'll find someone to knit the rest of the wool."

Qin Jing shook her head funny. "It's not fatigue. It's happiness, okay? If you don't have time to weave it, you can give it as a new year gift!"

She looked sideways at Wen Jili, her eyes were calm and swinging with a faint light, and the corners of her lips were slightly curved, which made her feel very soft.

Wen Jili smiled lightly, raised his hand and rubbed Qin Jing's hair, "HMM."

After waiting for a while, while Qin Jing rubbed her eyes, Wen Jili took down the half woven scarf she was holding in her hand, took the manuscript paper that had just been buried in painting from the glass coffee table and handed it to Qin Jing.

Originally, Qin Jing, who wanted to pick up the scarf again, scanned the manuscript paper, showing that she was stunned for a while. Then her pupils widened. Her right hand took the manuscript paper in front of her, looked at it for a while, and then trembled her mouth, "no... no regrets..."

"HMM." Wen Jili whispered back, "Do you like it? I changed it. I still use the 'peach' as the base, but the shape has changed a little. I changed it to two from the one you started. The empty part in the middle is filled with special materials. According to the customer's requirements, the things they require can be filled into the special materials and can be preserved forever. The things can be a bone or a hair, Or a piece of paper, anything. "

Holding the drawing paper only a few millimeters thick, Qin Jing was so excited that her eyes were slightly red. For ten years, or even longer, at that time, she fell into despair because of the disappearance of the sketch and felt that life was really going to drive people crazy.

Ten years later, a man appeared in front of me with a sketch I had been desperate for. He also carefully restored the original idea, and even integrated his own thinking idea to build a new drawing.

This, how to make people not excited?

"Why change it to two?" she pointed to the pattern depicted by two charcoal pens on the drawing.