Fake show is real: Wrong Love Bo Liang Chief

In the afternoon, Wen Shuang, who had no class, just nestled in Qin Jing's office, clutching the tablet computer, in her words, reading those bloody romance novels written by her favorite writer.

When Qin Jing heard it, he instantly became enlightened.

"A writer of dog blood, why do you still want to read the dog blood novels he wrote?"

As a result, Wen Shuang gave her a more thoughtful answer, "Because I'm a bloody person! I can't see cat blood, and I can't see chicken blood, so I have to watch dog blood!"

Qin Jing, "..." [

Wen Shuang, who grew up in the serious family of Wen's family, discovered that she was just a naive and slightly confused little girl after chatting for a whole afternoon.

Holding the romance novel, while waiting for his Prince Charming to appear, Wen Shuang still has fantasies from time to time.

In the afternoon, I went through another round of materials, and asked Wen Shuangbang to help me with the documents I couldn't get occasionally. Qin Jing's hands were wrapped in gauze, but it didn't cause any inconvenience.

When I got off work, I thought I was going back in Wen Shuang's car, but I saw Wen Jili's familiar Bentley parked in front of the Huangyue Building. Forehead, a little lazy.

Seeing Qin Jing staring at Wen Jili, Wen Shuang leaned over and bit his ear.

"sister-in-law>

She just smiled, "Get in the car. Your third brother must have been waiting for a long time! I thought you came by car!"

Upon hearing this, Wen Shuang immediately muttered, "No way! When I came here at noon, Brother Ze drove me here. My third brother doesn't let me drive very much, saying that I am skilled.

The two women were chatting while walking towards the car. Qin Jing was slightly taken aback when he saw Fu Yanshi waiting in the distance through the corner of his eye.

He stared at her with a face full of disappointment, and walked towards the other man's car, his eyes were full of sadness and affection.

After being stunned for a while, she immediately turned her gaze back, pretending not to see Fu Yanshi.

Wen Shuang, who was walking in front, had already gotten into the car first, so she could just step on the back seat.

As soon as the car door was closed, Qin Jing and Fu Yanshi were blocked from sight.

The window slowly rolled up, and stopped halfway.

"Third brother, why don't you close all the windows?" Wen Shuang asked without knowing why.

"Stuffy." The man replied lightly, then started the car, turned the steering wheel, and drove towards the small driveway.

"Third brother, who are you lying to!" Wen Shuang hummed, and round Gulu's big eyes turned a few times in disapproval before muttering, "I remember telling you to open the window before, and you said that the cars outside were honking their horns, too Noisy, the exhaust fumes are stinky, I would rather turn on the air conditioner than open the windows!"

Qin Jing next to him twitched his lips.

At the beginning, she just said casually that she didn't like the feeling of the car windows being closed, which would make people uncomfortable. After that, every time this man took his car, as long as it wasn't raining heavily, the car windows would be rolled down halfway. [

Unexpectedly, he was relying on his own pain to relieve her pain.

He remembered what Wen Shuang had said when he was in the Blue Lake Villa.

My third brother doesn't talk a lot.

My third brother deserves to be loved by any woman.

So meticulous, so gentle, without saying a word, it shows his consideration and concern for you. Who can not love such an extraordinary man?

But not everyone has the right to love her.

Women all over the world can fall in love with him, but she, a wife, cannot.

He said clearly, don't fall in love with him, don't ask too much, don't let your heart go too far.

She was sitting on the left side of the back seat, and through the rearview mirror, she saw the appearance of the man driving, elegant and elegant, with beautiful lips, eyes looking directly at the road, alienated as if stained by fog, as before, seemed to be indifferent to everything The feeling of not being able to walk into his eyes.