Fake show is real: Wrong Love Bo Liang Chief

Seeing Qin Jing eating happily, Wen Jili had no choice but to swallow his "no more" in his mouth.

If the object is her, maybe he can eat a stomach for her>

He can't eat spicy food. During the period in France, in order to start a business, three meals were not stable, and it was common for him to eat one meal a day.

If it goes on for a long time, in a few years, the accumulated gastric ulcers will turn into stomach >

When he thought about stomach bleeding, he was stunned when he saw the Mala Tang served by the old man... [

This is almost a bowl of clear soup, without the chili oil or layers of chili peppers that he thinks are floating on it. The whole big bowl has a clear soup base.

At this point, he can know what she was arguing with that old man just now.

Malatang, mainly spicy, but she asked the old man to make a bowl of non-spicy Malatang for him, of course, there would be an extra charge.

The reason for their quarrel was so simple.

When you are ready to give everything for the other party, you find that the other party has even prepared a retreat for you.

This feeling is very beautiful.

Mom, I will make Wen Jili happy.

She didn't mention this sentence when she came back from G City, not even a word of the promise he made to her in G City.

As for herself, she firmly remembered that sentence.

Happiness, maybe nothing more than that.

Even if it is as small as a bowl of Mala Tang, the other party can still consider you.

Qin Jing, who had been struggling with his head down, saw that the soup and vegetables in front of him had been served that night, and he still hadn't moved, so he raised his head and asked suspiciously, "Why don't you eat?"

She was still sucking on a piece of green vegetable. She ate too much and got a mouthful of red oil. The corner of Wen Jili's mouth twitched, "Qin Jing, after all, the person eating with you is a boy."

Immediately, he pointed to the corner of her mouth, and Qin Jing rolled his tongue around, knowing what he was referring to, it meant that she didn't pay attention to her image, and a strange smile flashed in her eyes.

"Of course I know that the person sitting opposite me is a man. You remind me like this, do you think I think the other party is a woman?"

The implication is, Mr. Wen, did you think of yourself as a woman to remind me that you are a man!

The corner of Wen Jili's mouth twitched, why did these words sound so familiar? After turning around in his mind, he realized that these words were similar to seeing her in City A >

The corner of her mouth twitched again, women really hold grudges!

The autumn coolness brought by the night was completely dissipated by the warm bowl of spicy soup just now, and now there is a wave of warm heat on the body, which seems to have been dizzy from the bottom of my heart. [

The two sat on stools in the square of City M, and a song from the old era was heard not far away. It was a large group of women dancing in a group. Although City M is not as prosperous as City Y, night>

The two sat quietly, their fingers still intertwined, Qin Jing twisted their hands and placed them in front of their eyes, their palms touching.

"So, is it the same temperature and the same cold?"

The singing sound in the distance suddenly reached a high level >

This time, she also didn't get Wen Jili's answer.

The legs hanging in mid-air overlapped each other boringly, Qin Jing looked left and right, feeling a little depressed.

A sudden warmth came from the top of her head, Qin Jing turned her head in doubt, she felt a little helpless when she saw the man's alienated face.

"Qin Jing, don't you have anything to ask today?"