Chief, Love for you is wrong

Qin Jing, who turned on the TV and carried the remote control, regretted for a moment that her intestines were green. Why did she refuse so quickly just now? Even if she was unbearable, at least ask LAN Xiaoxiao which channel is live now~~

He glanced at the phone and called LAN Xiaoxiao back now. It would be a shame. The guy would revenge her for laughing at her just now

Qin Jing took the remote control, looked at the cartoon being broadcast in front, touched his abdomen, closed his eyes and smelled his mother. At this time, it depends on whether your father and your mother have enough fate. Can you hit it immediately~~

Close your eyes tightly, hold the remote control in your hand, pinch your thumb hard, frown, and look ready to go! If you don't know, looking at the vivid facial expression, you think Qin Jing is making a major and difficult decision!

Yes!

Still not!

This is a problem!

As soon as the channel turned and the sound sounded, Qin Jing's eyes suddenly opened. In the wide screen, the magnified handsome face, the Kaka flash, and his thin lips moved slightly. Qin Jing was so excited that she touched her stomach, and her cheeks on both sides were red, "little smell, see! See! Your mother and your father are destined! It's fate!"

This is a bit similar to the gambler's psychology. Originally, you bet ten and lose nine. As a result, you bet ten and win ten. How can you not be excited!

Qin Jing was excited to have a deep exchange with Xiao Wenwen in her stomach before she looked up at the man on TV. She was so excited that she almost picked up the phone and wanted to call Wen Jili and tell him how lucky they were, but as soon as she saw the people on TV, she turned her mouth and put it down.

Look at that. The press conference should have been held for some time. The layout inside is like many press conferences seen on TV.

Wen Jili was sitting in front of a long table. He was the only one on the whole table. In front of him were rows of reporters brushing. On both sides of the table, some people could only take pictures of him with tripod cameras.

However, looking at the man sitting at the long table, his eyebrows and eyes are still so indifferent, but under the irradiation of magnesium lamp, his face is more elegant, clear and meaningful, handsome and cold, which makes people cold.

Seeing that he answered the reporter's questions gracefully and calmly, Qin Jing smoked. Is it possible that people with more lenses are not sensitive to light? Otherwise, how can the eyes be so calm when so many SLRs are facing each other?

While watching Wen Jili on TV, Qin Jing pouted and unconsciously pulled the skin of the sofa, "you're inside and I'm watching you outside. Why do you always think you're so far away from me?"

"San Shao, your wedding was well known some time ago. What's the reason why San Shao didn't want to change his mouth temporarily? Is it true that he doesn't love his sister like the magazine said?" the reporter who stood up and asked questions held the microphone in his right hand, picked up a book in his left hand and raised it in front of him, indicating what the magazine said.

Wen Jili only slightly hooked his lips and bent out a cold smile.

"I've just answered this question. My relationship with Mu Jing ended five years ago. Please don't compare my past with my current relationship. If such questions happen again, the reception will end immediately!"

Wen Jili's last radio, with a trace of cold, swept the eyes of the journalist asking questions. They were sharp and cold. The reporters who wanted to break the casserole on this issue were silent.

"If it wasn't for the reason of nostalgia for his ex girlfriend, why did San Shao suddenly repent in public and make the bride feel embarrassed during the wedding? Why didn't San Shao give us an explanation about the sudden repentance?" after the reporter sat down, another reporter immediately stood up and asked questions after being approved.