Fake show is real: Wrong Love Bo Liang Chief

Unexpectedly, Chen Ze quickly waved his hands and stuffed the two tickets back into his pocket, "No, absolutely not! Jingjing, please don't get me wrong. Mr. Wen didn't ask me to buy it, and he didn't even pay attention to Luo Yi's concert at all. I asked for two tickets for someone else."

Qin Jing was surprised by Chen Ze's big reaction.

"Aze, it's just a concert, why are you reacting so badly! Even if you buy it for him, so what, Wen Jili likes Luo Yi, don't many people know?"

Chen Ze suddenly shut up, saying that there were too many mistakes. Regarding Luo Yi, Mr. Wen did buy back the tapes of every concert in the past, but there were inside stories.

Wen Jili's past shouldn't have come from his assistant. His complexion changed, and he returned to his usual gentleness. He smiled and said, "These are just groundless rumors."

Qin Jing was speechless and rolled his eyes. In less than an hour, he heard the word groundless, and it was related to Luo Yi.

Chatted with Chen Ze for a while, when the two parted, Chen Ze asked him if he was free now, would he send them back, Qin Jing took out his hand>

Back at the Blue Lake Villa and opened the door, Wen Jili was wearing a set of cotton and white pajamas, a few stacks of documents were scattered on the coffee table, and he was writing and drawing with his head down.

She closed the door gently, changed her shoes after the door closed, and when she walked into the living room, he was still drawing something with his head down.

There is a white crystal chandelier above his head. He hangs his head, occasionally draws a few strokes with the pen in his hand, and occasionally wipes with an eraser. Because of his bowed head, his hair blocks his eyes, and Qin Jing can only see his profile.

Gentle and clear, indifferent but serious.

Not wanting to disturb Wen Jili's earnestness, Qin Jing squatted at the door, resting his chin with both hands, staring at the man sitting on the sofa, concentrating on his work, with a faint warmth in his heart.

Looking at his serious side face, my heart became very soft.

Reminds me of, warmth, the word.

Time passed little by little, and Wen Jili, who had been writing and drawing with his head down, finally put down the pen in his hand, raised his hand and squeezed his sore shoulder.

Heaved a sigh of relief, and was about to fold the manuscript papers together, out of the corner of his eye, he saw an unknown object squatting next to him, and when he turned his head, he saw a person squatting behind the door, looking at him with a smile on his face. side.

Her expression was very gentle, her eyebrows and eyes were curved, with light, her face was very soft, and there was an unconscious smile on the corner of her mouth.

People think, happiness, the word.

At the beginning, Qin Jing was still in the eye-catching situation where Wen Jili was working hard, his brain couldn't function for a while, and he didn't wake up until the shadow in front of him was getting closer and closer.

The first reaction was to stand up, squatting for a long time, the blood in the legs did not circulate, and they were a little stiff. When she stood, her legs went numb, and she threw herself forward.

Mom...

Qin Jing wailed inwardly, closed his eyes, and thought he would kiss the polished floor of the room, but he touched a warm chest, and his breath was filled with the familiar fragrance.

When he stood still, he pushed Wen Jili away, his face flushed a little, this time he was really ashamed!

"Why didn't you come in when you got home, instead squatting at the door?" As if not aware of Qin Jing's embarrassment, Wen Jili naturally took her hand and walked into the living room. [

Hearing this, Qin Jing became even more ashamed, and Yuan Gulu's eyes immediately looked around the room to distract himself from those embarrassing memories...

When seeing the papers scattered on the coffee table, Qin Jing thought at first that Wen Jili was dealing with the work of the land in Nansheng, but she didn't expect that the stack of papers she thought were all design sketches.