Fake show is real: Wrong Love Bo Liang Chief

Just looking at the man's tall, slender back and his straight back, anyone would think that he was just pacing leisurely, but who would have guessed that at this time, he was holding a pot of steaming porridge with both hands ?

This man who is admired by all the women in Y City, even if he just waved his hand, he could sit aside arrogantly like an emperor, and countless women would willingly wash their hands and make soup for him.

In fact, such an extraordinary man was standing in front of him, holding a pot of porridge he made himself, and was gently asking her to come down for breakfast.

Recalling that in M ​​City, she was alone in that dilapidated hotel, and the man was like a sky >

Someone made my home small>

The warmth made her want to cry.

Since last night, my heart that has been depressed has become clear.

She gave a sudden smile.

When he didn't think about the words he said to her, whether it was love or responsibility hidden in it;

Don't even think about how long this gentle and meaningful life can last.

She just wants the moment.

At present, the years are like songs.

Wen Jili scooped the porridge out of the rice bowl and put it aside, and saw the woman still standing at the corner of the stairs, as if thinking of something good, with an unusually soft expression.

"If you don't come down, the porridge will be cold."

The man's gentle voice came from the dining room, Qin Jing gave a heavy "hmm", and flew over like a hopping bird, grabbed the chopsticks and spoons, with an unusually cheerful expression on his face.

While eating the porridge, he glanced at the man, and the hand holding the handle of the porcelain white spoon was sending it to his mouth gracefully and slowly.

He should have felt the woman's gaze on him, and he raised his head, "What's wrong?"

Qin Jing shook his head, took some side dishes and chewed them in his mouth, muttering inarticulately, "It's so beautiful, the life I'm living now, I feel like I'm dreaming."

The man's hand holding the spoon paused, unknown emotions flashed through his calm eyes, and he looked sideways at the woman, only to see her bowing her head and eating breakfast seriously.

The corners of the mouth are slightly raised, and the eyes are smiling, which seems to be extremely happy.

"dream?"

The man repeated her words in a low voice, his eyes narrowed, and then his beautiful lips curled up, his voice was a little hoarse, "Then are you a fake, or am I a fake?"

She raised her head for no apparent reason, and looked at the man with a little astonishment in her eyes. What did he mean by asking this?

"You are real, and so am I!" [

Although she didn't know the meaning of the man's words, she quickly replied, and at the same time pinched her wrist with her hands, gritting her teeth in pain.

Handed the pinched red hand in front of him, like Suo >

The man had cold eyes just now, but when he saw the woman's funny expression, he gradually became warm, and raised his hand to rub the top of the woman's hair, feeling a little helpless.

"You are real, and so am I. So, all this is not a dream."

Qin Jing was stunned. She didn't expect the man to turn such a big corner in order to answer what she just said casually. She looked at him quietly.

She saw the silly face of that woman named Qin Jing clearly reflected in his alienated and clear pupils.

At this moment, his eyes are unusually bright.

She bent her lips towards him, "You are real, I am real, everything is not a dream."

He helplessly lifted up his chopsticks, and put some porridge side dishes into her bowl.

"Eat quickly. Otherwise the porridge will be cold."