Chief, Love for you is wrong

The plain voice heard Qin Jing's lips bend slightly, her fingers and Wen Jili's fingers are still tight, she raised their hands and put them in front of her eyes, her eyes narrowed slightly, and her voice was very light.

"Mr. Wen, do you think we will have such a day in the future? When our gray hair went to pick up our grandson from school and he clamored to go to the place called eating chicken or duck to eat French fries, our two old guys foolishly took out a sweet potato, cut it into strips and put it in front of our grandson to let him eat our French fries?"

During this period of time, they rarely mentioned the future and children. They dare not touch and talk about such a beautiful reverie for a long time.

Today, maybe grandma Huang's words are too simple and plain, and her smile is too simple, honest and loving. It really hits the soft rib of the people's heart. Anyone can't help thinking about whether she will have such a silly but loving behavior when she looks bright?

Therefore, Qin Jing also became talkative and sensational. After asking, the scene would make people laugh as long as you think about it, so Qin Jing smiled first. She looked up at him, her eyebrows bent, clear and bright, "it's funny to think about the scene. Maybe her grandson would say, two old-fashioned antiques!"

Qin Jing's eyebrows and eyes were too warm. Wen Ji stopped and spread his hands over Qin Jing's shoulders, letting her head lie on his chest. His voice was gentle and affectionate. "As long as you hope, we will have that future. Just like Grandma and grandpa, we can even see the process of our great grandchildren growing up."

We have not only grandchildren, but also great grandchildren. Now we agree to watch the growth of our great grandchildren together when we are white haired. This is too beautiful. Qin Jing, who was quietly lying on Wen Jili's chest, suddenly shook her shoulders and cried.

This is also the first time she cried after hearing that Ji Li regretted his marriage.

The voice was accompanied by a small sob, like the low hoarse cry of a small animal when it was injured. It was quiet and sad.

Qin Jing's hand tightly clutched Wen Jili's hem, and her head kept drilling into Wen Jili's chest. Her voice was hoarse and wronged.

"Wen Jili, I really want to drill away from your clothes that hinder people, and then drill away from the once annoying skin and the thick muscle tissue. I want to drill directly into your strong and indifferent heart to see if the word [Qin Jing] is engraved on your bright red heart..."

Qin Jing's voice is very low, accompanied by sobbing, broken, rustling, low, but with helplessness.

Wen Jili bowed his head and kissed Qin Jing on the top of her hair. He patted her on the back. He didn't speak. Qin Jing was in his arms and kept crying. It seemed that he wanted to vent his sullen breath in his heart at one time.

In the end, Wen Jili slowly broke away Qin Jing who was lying in his arms, gently wiped the tears on her cheeks, and said in a distressed soft voice, "well, don't cry. Huh?"

Qin Jing sniffed and looked at Wen Jili with red eyes. He raised his hand, wiped his eyes with the back of his palm, sucked nasal water, grabbed his arm, flattened his mouth, and said in a hoarse voice, "let me take a bite first."

Wen Jili is wearing a linen gray sweater. Rolling up his sleeves is his arm.

Therefore, Qin Jing took the initiative to roll up his sleeves before Wen Jili nodded and opened his mouth, revealing his slender and powerful arm. Then, she bowed her head and really took a hard bite at the white and smooth arm.