Fake show is real: Wrong Love Bo Liang Chief

In the Blue Lake Villa, Qin Jing and Wen Jili were leaning on the fabric sofa and watching TV. The old lady was knitting a sweater beside her. For two kids.

After Wen Jili accompanied Qin Jing to watch his disdainful video, he turned to watch the news. Qin Jing quickly grabbed the remote control and hid it behind him, "There will be a little preview after the song is broadcast!"

Wen Jili pinched his forehead helplessly, he didn't understand why I love you, you love her, and he loves her on the boring TV, which can make women cry.

He glanced at the tissues scattered on the coffee table, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

No, there is one next to him, and she was crying and asked her just now why XX (the name of the heroine) died so badly, what should XX (the name of the heroine) who loves him so much do. [

That pitiful cry, as if she was the woman whose husband died in the play...

Hands went behind Qin Jing, pulled the remote control she hid behind her back, brought the book next to the sofa to Qin Jing, and sneered with thin lips, "Qin Xiaotu, if you watch so many stupid movies again, The child born in the future will cry just like you, it depends on where you cry!"

Qin Jing's eyes were red, his nose was sniffling, and he looked at Wen Jili pitifully, with a small mouth, "Don't you just show me a trailer? Can't you bear it in less than a minute? Huh Woo~~~He doesn't love me anymore~~~He finally doesn't love me anymore~~~"

Wen Jili was so angry that his veins bulged out of the hoarse voice that was heard after watching TV and crying just now.

Wen Jili, who had been holding back his discomfort while watching the series with her, was speechless with a handsome face that looked like he wanted to be angry but could not afford to be angry.

So, the male protagonist Wen copied the remote control twice, quickly turned the channel, and calmly crossed his legs, leaned on the sofa, and watched his live news.

That appearance, elegant and luxurious with leisurely freehand brushwork, eyes looking straight at the screen in front of her, ignoring the female lead Qin who is about to act or is already acting in a tragic drama next to her.

The heroine Qin, who was squatting next to her, continued to play the tragic drama for a while, and her right index finger kept drawing circles on the sofa. At the same time, she kept aiming at the direction of the male protagonist Wen, hoping to get a little attention from the male protagonist Wen .

As a result, her heroine named Qin Jing squatted beside her pitifully for so long, while the male protagonist named Wen Jili didn't even lift her eyes.

Finally, she, the tragic heroine, could only poke her lips, poking the sofa vigorously with her fingers while murmuring dissatisfaction.

"Everything on TV is a lie! What kind of heroine is acting like a baby? The omnipotent male protagonist will put down everything in his hands and come to the female protagonist at the speed of one second to coax the female protagonist! It's all a lie Yes! Liar!"

Qin Jing's angrily muttering to himself reached Wen Jili's ears. He wanted to laugh, but he couldn't help but hold back. From the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of Qin Jing's angry expression, his brows raised even more, and his lips The corners are more warped.

Mistress Qin let out a breath of dissatisfaction, then clapped her hands, changed her previous indignation and sadness, and happily rushed to the side of the male protagonist Wen, putting her arms around his shoulders, "Hey, seeing you watching the news alone Poor little one, let me accompany you, little Jingjing!"

Hearing that the hero put his arm around Mistress Qin's shoulder, he slapped her on the head with a smiling hand, and said helplessly, "You still watch TV if you know it's deceiving!"

Qin Jing stuck out his tongue, didn't reply, just rested his head on Wen Jili's shoulder, watching the news with him.

In fact, what she didn't say is that she prefers to watch the man next to her than those fake scenes of bitterness on TV. The veins on her forehead protrude from the stupid episodes on TV, but she still patiently sits next to her and watches with her. He didn't like the expression of the brain-dead piece.

Wen Jili, you thought I was watching TV, but in fact, I was watching you watching TV with me.