Chief, Love for you is wrong

Wen Jili was dumb and bowed his head slightly. He pinched his forehead, his elegant eyebrows frowned slightly, and his voice was a little sandy. "Light rain, Mu Jing is now self-contained. You can pursue her."

Suddenly, Zheng Ningyu stood up, his delicate face was very angry, and he kicked the sofa hard.

"Wen Jili, you are really fucking irresponsible! Shortly after ah Jing came back, you abducted someone to France, and they lived there for a month! Now you sit here and tell me these words! You are still not a man!"

Zheng Ningyu felt that he still didn't get rid of his hatred. Zheng Ningyu's face was gloomy and kicked several feet at the sofa again. At the last moment, he shook his hand and walked out in a gloomy way. "Bang", the door of the office was forced to close!

Sitting on the sofa, Wen Jili glanced at the wooden door that was still in the aftershock. There was a warm touch from the water cup in his hand. He sipped. The hand machine in his pocket rang. He took out his eye number and frowned slightly.

*****

In the evening, Wen Jili returned to the blue lake villa and opened the wardrobe. When he was about to take out his clothes to take a bath, he saw most of the empty clothes. He squatted down, tore open the drawer containing his inner clothes and trousers, and more than half of them were empty. He turned to another cabinet to open and saw another half empty position.

The door of a large row of wardrobe in the bedroom was brushed open. Leng was always calm and indifferent. Wen Jiasan was not calm. Facing the wardrobe that was half empty, he gnashed his teeth and squeezed out a sentence from his throat.

"Qin Jing, you ostrich! Come to me silently