Chief, Love for you is wrong

Finally, there was the worried voice of the servant who was also left behind, "it's cold outside. Come in and warm up. Look at your wife's body, it's like a person with a child."

Hearing the speech, Qin Jing's hand touched her abdomen. Here, she was pregnant with a little life connected with her blood. Her heart gradually warmed up. She turned her head and nodded with a smile to the kind aunt, "HMM."

When she got back to the sofa and sat down, she saw that there seemed to be a book similar to an album next to the tea table. She smiled and said to her aunt who was still cleaning up, "aunt, I'm hungry. Can you please go to the kitchen and cook me a bowl of noodles? Just now my husband got a call and knew that Xiaochi was ill, so he hurried to come. I didn't have time to finish the supper I was eating."

Aunt packed her things. It seemed that she didn't expect that Wen Jili and she were actually husband and wife. After a while of doubt, she nodded, "madam, please wait a moment. I'll make you a bowl of noodles immediately."

Qin Jing smiled and thanked. She picked up the photo album on the tea table and looked at the cover. She knew that it must be in France, the period of Roy and Wen Jili, and the beautiful traces of the years she had not participated in.

The album is a little old, and there are slight wrinkles at the turning page. Look, this album should be turned frequently, so there will be such traces.

Women are very strange. On the one hand, they don't want to know the sweet things of their husband and previous women, for fear of being sad; On the other hand, he couldn't help his curiosity. He always had to take it away and see what happened. Even if he was bleeding and sour, he was still stubborn and indomitable.

Qin Jing held the album in her hand for a long time. She only stared at the cover until her aunt brought out the noodles. She didn't open a page. When her aunt saw the album in her hand, she smiled and explained, "Miss Mu often turns it. Sometimes she tears when she looks at it."

Qin Jing only smiled and didn't reply. He picked up the bowl of noodles and raised it in front of his aunt, "thank you, aunt."

The aunt put a glass of milk and a glass of warm water in front of her, "madam, after eating noodles, drink a glass of milk, and finally use boiling water to rustle her mouth."

Qin Jing smiled and thanked.

After drinking the milk and taking a sip, Qin Jing curled up in a corner of the sofa, facing the enviable group photo of Wen Jili and Luo Yi. She hugged her arm.

My aunt felt pity when she saw it. "Madam, do you want to watch TV? Now the Spring Festival Gala should not be over?" when my aunt was about to get the remote control, Qin Jing smiled and shook her head. "My husband just said that he would watch the replay with me tomorrow!"

Aunt didn't insist. She continued to clean up the sofa and coffee table that had just been made early by Wen Xichi. Qin Jing curled up on the sofa for a long time, and the wall clock ticked on the wall.

She picked up the album, put it down, picked it up and put it down again. Finally, she took it, put it on her knee, turned it page by page, looked at the photos and recorded, [she] and his past

When Wen Jili entered the door, he saw Qin Jing curled up on the sofa in a blanket, holding a photo album in his hand, leaning against the back of the sofa and sleeping with his eyes closed.

Calm and sad.

Aunt looked at the expression that Wen Jili stared at Qin Jing and her steps stopped. She explained next to her.

"Just now I asked my wife if she wanted to call a car to take her back. My wife said she wanted to see how long it would take for her husband to remember this time. He forgot her and left her alone. As a result, my wife fell asleep while waiting."