Chief, Love for you is wrong

Wen Jili held his arms in his hands and leaned against the wall. He looked at the woman in front of him with interest. She was his wife and son, and a funny smile flashed in her eyes.

Later, he went back to ask his mother about Qin Jing when he was beaten. Her mother only said six words with sigh.

That's a pity.

Six words, without any praise, are higher than any praise.

Only talking about her birth shows that she has conquered his mother in terms of personal charm.

In any case, the excellent family background can never be changed. For their big families, the low and cheap family background is not only a pollution point that can not be ignored, but also a hard wound in the bottom of one's heart.

Finally, he asked the old man with the whip what was the most impressive scene.

The old five said that what impressed her most was what she said after she was whipped and signed the agreement.

She said, smell the old man and sign, just for my brother, Gu Mobai.

With thousands of blows, she would rather die than surrender. Only three words gently by Mo Bai broke all her pride.

Now when I look at her eyes, it seems familiar, but not very familiar.

A little thirsty, Wen Jili unscrewed the bottle of mineral water that Shan Yudong gave him. When he was about to get close to the lip flap, the woman next to him grabbed and pulled the bottom of the bottle, pulled the bottle cap and screwed it on.

"Water is frozen. Drinking cold water will hurt your stomach."

When he gave him a cup of warm boiled water, he remembered that he had mixed warm boiled water for her before and tried the temperature several times with his lips. His heart was a little soft.

Shaking her head, all the boring thoughts were thrown away. She lifted her drooping hair behind her ears. Qin Jing raised her water cup, covered the kettle, and walked to Wen Jili, "here!"

From the palm came the warm water temperature in the glass, which was much warmer than the cold mineral water. After sipping a few mouthfuls, Wen Jili said softly, "thank you."

"No thanks! I'm going to sit down. If you ask, I can bring you a small stool!"

Then he squatted back. The whole man fell into the soft sofa and leaned his legs against the horizontal bar in the middle of the tea table. His posture was leisurely but not vulgar.

Shan Yudong, who had been sitting far away, suddenly moved a few times and sat next to Qin Jing. He hugged Qin Jing with his right hand and pulled again. Qin Jing fell and sat in front of him.

This posture is too ambiguous.

Wen Jili, the nominal old man, was still here. Qin Jing felt that the scene was a little scary and quickly played, "I suddenly felt standing and digesting faster!"

“……”

For a long time, Shan Yudong's weak voice came from the side, "honey, you haven't eaten dinner yet. Are you full now?"

“……”

"Peach eye! Did anyone say you hate it!"

"No..."

Qin Jing didn't sit. A winter lay directly on the sofa, folded his hands, pillowed on the back of his head and squinted slightly.

"My Lord, I've always killed men, women, old and young in an instant!"

"It's not your fault to be ugly. It's your wrong second kill if you come out to scare people!" a Jing replied coolly.

Dong

It was the sound of a certain winter falling off the sofa because of Qin Jing's strong divergent thinking.

He pretended to climb up gracefully with two claws, wiped his nose, pretended to be indifferent, kicked his legs and hugged, "come on, smile, let's go in and cook! Don't see ordinary women and children!"

Several people were going to have dinner. Mo Bai went downstairs. Wen Jili couldn't come in again. Qin Jing, as the master, must accompany them.

Then there are two people left, so they have to do whatever they should