Fake show is real: Wrong Love Bo Liang Chief

Stopping at the door, with one hand spread out in front, Mo Bai took out the key from his pocket and handed it to Qin Jing. She weakly inserted the key into the keyhole, twisted it, and opened everything inside. After blinking, she went out again to have a look. I went down the floor, right~~

"What's wrong?" Seeing Qin Jing's puzzled expression, Mo Bai asked.

Qin Jing was stunned for a while, patted his head, and then shook his head, "It's all right." When he entered the porch and took off his shoes, he saw Chen Xiaoting's shoes, uh~~ looked up a little suspiciously, Chen Xiaoting walked out of the kitchen, although she was worried Ready, but when Chen Xiaoting saw Qin Jing who was almost wearing makeup, still wearing an orange wedding dress and a suit jacket on his shoulders, her eyes were still red.

"Xiaoting?" Qin Jing yelled, then lowered his head and changed his shoes.

In the whole house, those ribbons, balloons, and doll papers that symbolize the festive atmosphere are gone. It seems that it has never been decorated, and it seems that this house has never been clean. Qin Jing really suspected that the wedding was just a dream of hers. [

The dream is beautiful, in which she is a princess, and her prince is standing not far away, waiting for her arrival, just like most fairy tale books, there is a paragraph at the end, the prince and princess live happily ever after, unfortunately , Just before this sentence, she woke up, so she returned to reality, so she couldn't live happily.

She is still Qin Jing, not that charming and dreamy princess, so there is no prince.

Chen Xiaoting came over, hugged Qin Jing gently, and patted her on the shoulder, "Go back to your room to get your clothes, and I'll go to the bathroom to adjust the hot water for you, let's take a bath, eat something, have a good sleep, wake up , we are still living happily as before."

Qin Jinge let Chen Xiaoting hold her, and felt that what came from her was not love, nor family affection, but the power brought by friendship, not too strong, but light, soft, and listening to her talk about those things Warm words, after a long time, she gently sucked her nose, stretched out her hands to hug Chen Xiaoting, nodded slowly in response, "Yes."

When taking off the heavy wedding dress and changing into casual home clothes, Qin Jing heaved a sigh of relief. Mo Bai also changed into casual clothes and sat on the sofa. Chen Xiaoting came out of the kitchen with a pot of food, "Drink some porridge , Warm your stomach, you will sleep better when you go to bed later."

Qin Jing smiled weakly and didn't speak, but when Chen Xiaoting scooped out the porridge for her and put it in front of her, she didn't refuse, she quietly took the spoon and ate the porridge silently.

She doesn't have the ability to act like a spoiled child now, she doesn't eat by herself, the baby in her womb also wants to eat, and after tossing all morning, the make-up artist told her early that she can eat, but don't drink too much water, because there is no rest in the middle Time, it is very troublesome for the bride to go to the bathroom in her wedding dress.

I can't eat and drink, it feels too uncomfortable.So she didn't eat much all morning, and now she felt her stomach, she was really hungry.

Hungry and cold is how Qin Jing feels now. She should really sit down as Chen Xiaoting said, take a good bath, eat porridge, sleep soundly, wake up, she is still Qin Jing, still smiling like that, like that Jump.

Qin Jing ate a total of three bowls of gruel, the kind of small bowls that ordinary families finish eating.

She finished eating, went to the bathroom to rinse her mouth, walked out, saw Chen Xiaoting packing up her things, and said calmly, "Xiaoting, fold the wedding dress for me, and ask Chen Ze to return it to Wen Jili later. Thank you." Then, go to the bedroom and close the door.

Chen Xiaoting glanced at Mo Bai, and Mo Bai pointed to the sofa, raised his calm glazed pupils, and asked, "Did Wen Jili call you back?" His voice was very calm, without any emotion.