Fake show is real: Wrong Love Bo Liang Chief

"Go and get something before going back." Wen Jili replied lightly, and turned his hand holding the steering wheel.

It was only when Wen Jili's car stopped at the Buli gate that Qin Jing knew that he was coming from Buli, but she still looked at her suspiciously, and when she heard that Jili undid his seat belt, she was about to unbuckle, but he stopped him.

"I'll go up to get something and come down soon. It's cold and windy outside, don't walk around, just sit down."

Hearing his gentle voice, Qin Jing nodded and watched Wen Jili close the car door and walk in without leaving.

I don't know if he wants to make up for the harm he caused her during the period after he returned from France, but now Wen Jili is really good to her, giving her everything, and coaxing her extremely patiently. [

Just thinking of Luo Yi's determined eyes in the Yuehuang Mansion just now, she was always worried that this happiness came too rich, and she was afraid that it would be lost suddenly.

Wen Jili came back quickly, and when he came out, he walked towards the back seat of the car with a stack of books in his hand.

Qin Jing wanted to lean over to open the car door for him, but after thinking about it, he just sat in the passenger seat and watched how he moved all the books to one hand, how to open the door with the other hand, and watched him open the door. Cab door, sit on, fasten your seat belt.

She looked at his clear face obsessively, "Mr. Wen, will we be happy forever?"

He looked up at her and saw his unique obsession in her eyes. He smiled with his lips hooked, and a clear and pleasant voice came out of his lips, "Extend your palm."

Qin Jing was startled at first, but when he heard him repeat it again, she foolishly spread her right hand out in front of her, and asked doubtfully, "What's the matter?" Answering that question, why did she stretch out her palm?

Wen Jili didn't answer, he only stretched out his left hand to hold Qin Jing's outstretched right hand, raised his right hand, stretched out only the index finger, and curled up the other four fingers in the palm, the warm and delicate fingertips touched her slightly cool palm , the fingertips slowly moved in her palm, outlining.

He lowered his head and wrote very carefully, and she felt the touch of his fingertips touching her palm. The strokes seemed to be engraved on her heart, and she also read carefully, Every stroke he drew is deeply imprinted in his mind.

Their heads were above the shift lever, so close that their foreheads were close to touching each other.

The atmosphere in the car was quiet, quiet.

He only wrote a word on her palm, and immediately stretched out his five fingers, closed her right palm that was spread out in front of her, wrapped her palm with her fingertips, looked up and stared at her eyes seriously, only Gently said two words, "Here, put it away."

Afterwards, Wen Jili started the car, shifted his gaze to the car ahead, held the steering wheel with both hands, and sat in the driver's seat calmly, with a gentle and elegant expression.

Qin Jing bowed his head, spread out the palm he had just curled up around her five fingers, looked at the palm on which he had just written a word, with a smile in his eyes, and the corners of his lips slightly curled up.

She knew what that meant, because she had read that sweet little story before.

Write a [you] for you, which means, [you are in my heart].

What he just wrote on her palm was the word "you".

Then, he called her, put it away.

This can be regarded as the solemn promise of the man next to him who has always been not good at words to her question, you are in my heart, as long as you put my heart at ease, we will continue to be happy forever.

She looked at his handsome side face as always, and smiled silly. [

This feeling is so good.