Chief, Love for you is wrong

"Grandma, I walked around today and have about half an hour to see them tomorrow."

Hearing this, the old lady's face showed her first soothing expression after the incident, and repeatedly said, "that's good, that's good. You can go to see Yanyan and Qiqi tomorrow."

Qin Jing took the old lady's hand. "Grandma, in this case, let's go back quickly. Have a good rest and be energetic tomorrow."

When walking back, Wen Jili held Qin Jing's hand. The touch in his hand made his eyebrows tighten. He raised his hand and put the hands they held in front of him. Under the orange light, we saw that her hands were a little red, and her eyebrows frowned again. "Come down and wait, why don't you wear gloves?" the tone was with an unhappy blame.

Qin Jing spits out his tongue, "I forgot."

When she saw the man still frowning, she took his hand, like the expression of a primary school student who made a mistake and asked for adult forgiveness, "smell the adult, you can forgive the lovely xiaojingjing once, and you must wear it next time..."

He smiled helplessly, looked at her glittering and translucent eyes, and knocked on her forehead with his hand, "it's your skin."

The old lady watched the two get along, and her haggard face also showed a happy expression.

Back at Wen Jitian's house, Wen Jili washed his hands in the kitchen, while Qin Jing stood by the gas stove, scooping soup and talking.

"When I came down for a walk with my grandmother in the morning, I went to the nearby market to buy something and came back to cook porridge and soup. The things here are much cheaper than those in Y City. They are like pig belly, which is seven or eight yuan cheaper per kilogram!"

Wen Jili washed his hands, took a clean cloth and dried his hands. He leaned against the back fence and looked at the woman in front. He smiled back when he heard her.

"That's the government, government, supplement and paste. What you said is that the price of goods is cheap, which is only limited to the price of goods in this community. After all, city B is the country's three major cities. Heart. Once so many famous houses are supported, where can the price be cheap?"

Hearing this, Qin Jing suddenly "Oh".

All the people who live in this military compound are famous people. CCTV doesn't say every day that those leaders here today and there tomorrow work hard and make high achievements. It's normal to subsidize them, isn't it!

She brought the soup to Wen Jili's front. "First you drink a few mouthfuls to warm your body. Then I'll bring you a bowl of porridge."

When Qin Jing turned around and walked back, her arm was pulled by Wen Jili. She turned her head in amazement. He imprisoned her in front of her chest and handed the warm soup bowl to her mouth. "You've been sitting down all night. You're colder than me. Come and have a drink."

The porcelain white soup bowl was tilted on her lips by him, next to her face, which was almost close to her. Her heart beat faster, "Er ~ ~ ~ Mr. Wen, I can come by myself..."

The man smiled playfully and turned his position when the woman's hand touched the edge of the soup bowl. She glared at him angrily.

Now he is a bit more casual and indifferent than the calm man in the daytime. Qin Jing has a feeling that he is really her husband.

When she was stunned, a warm object stuck to her lip, the lip flap was lifted, and a warm liquid flowed in. Qin Jing subconsciously pushed out the object that ran into her mouth with the tip of her tongue, but was attracted by that object.

When she was about to continue pushing out, she was surprised what it was. Suddenly, her face burst red!

For a while, Wen Jili left Qin Jing's lips and stared at her watery lips because of him. He smiled charmingly, raised his hand to touch the water stains on her lips, and provoked an evil smile, "wife, is the soup good?"

His eyes were too dark. In his dark pupils, there was an undisguised desire. Look, Qin Jing leaned his back against the gate fence, moved his feet and stared at him warily.

Seeing her expression and action, he raised his lips and smiled, rubbed the top of his hair, and took out the soup bowl. Behind him was Qin Jing with lingering fear.

She patted her chest and breathed out. Wen Jili was a little too enthusiastic tonight. She couldn't help wondering whether he was too busy?