Chief, Love for you is wrong

When they came out of the street, Qin Jing and Wen Jili had no choice but to smile. The child will be born in a few days. Their parents have to be reminded of the fact that they have to apply for a birth permit to have a child.

Registration of marriage, do not know to take a big picture of the marriage certificate; I don't know to prepare red envelopes for the first new year after marriage; Even their first child forgot to apply for a birth permit. Qin Jing couldn't help sighing, "it seems that when the Q version of the cartoon is completed, we have to change the general title and call it [muddled through life], which is appropriate enough."

"Hmm?" Wen Jili took Qin Jing's shoulder and walked towards the car, "cartoon?"

Mentioning this, Qin Jing narrowed her eyes cunningly and took Wen Jili's hand. "Mr. Wen, if I give you a gift that took 50 years to complete in 50 years, what will you give me in 50 years?"

Smelling the speech, Wen Jili picked the tip of his eyebrows and looked sideways at the person who also looked up at him. His eyes were full of expectation and flexibility, and his lips aroused a faint smile, "what do you want?"

Qin Jingji raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Wen Jili, how can you ask people what gift they want? The gift is sincere. You can give it whatever you want."

"Oh ~ ~?" after hearing Ji Li's answer, Junya's face immediately showed a sense of teasing and laughter. The voice line suddenly rose and couldn't stop laughing. "Qin Xiaotu, you asked for gifts clearly, and you told me your sincerity?" say it, and immediately bend your lips and laugh, "you want my sincerity at the beginning, that is, you won't give anything in 50 years."

Qin Jing glanced at him obliquely, "how can you coax girls like you! In addition to being unromantic, I even refuted Xiao Jingjing. It's rare for me to ask you for gifts!"

Wen Jili's handsome face was a little helpless. "Qin little rabbit, I asked you romantically what you want, and you asked to be sincere. Now I said it sincerely, and you don't think it's romantic." then Wen Jili pretended to pinch his forehead for a headache.

Looking at his continuous look and action, Qin Jing pulled the corners of his mouth, tiptoed and touched his forehead with the back of his hand, and asked, "Wen Jili, are you still my Wen Jili?"

The man smiled lightly, pulled down Qin Jing's hand on his forehead, patted her on the head, and they walked in the direction of the car.

After Qin Jing got on the bus, when Wen Jili closed the door for her, he suddenly leaned over slightly and leaned close to her ear. His thin lips opened slowly. He smiled softly and affectionately on his face. After talking, he straightened up, gently rubbed Qin Jing's soft broken hair, and closed the door.

Through the window, Qin Jing looked at Wen Jili and turned from the front of the car to the cab. Her eyes were as bright as Wang's dazzling lake, and her face was wrinkled with a smile.

[Qin Jing, I'll give you wen Jili 50 years later, OK?]

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After they came out from the ink hall after dinner, they strolled in the leisure area of the ink hall for a while. When they were about to leave, Qin Jing thought of something. Qin Jing took Wen Jili's hand and walked back.

When they came out of the ink hall, in addition to carrying a large bag of mother and baby supplies, they also had a bag of things Qin Jing had just folded back to buy.

"Grandma hasn't had a good appetite recently, and she doesn't eat much. She always takes medicine, and her mouth is tasteless." Qin Jing mentioned what she just folded back to buy. "It just occurred to her that grandma likes to drink grapefruit juice like my mother. At that time, Gu Zhancheng put a cup of grapefruit juice at the head of my mother's bed every day."

When Wen Jili heard this, his smiling face suddenly became cold. After a while, he recovered his ordinary look, as if he didn't care, "do you remember such a small thing?"