Fake show is real: Wrong Love Bo Liang Chief

After the door of the room was closed, Qin Jing pointed to the bathroom next to him, "There is a separate bathroom here, go and change your clothes. Hand it out so that I can make it up for you."

Wen Jili only scanned the room a few times, and his slightly gentle eyes became alienated again. When he looked at Qin Jing, his eyes seemed deep and black, "Isn't this your room?"

Not understanding the meaning of Wen Jili's question, Qin Jing answered honestly, "This room is not mine, it is Mo Bai's."

"why?"

With these words, I couldn't hear the emotion of the questioner. It seemed that he was just following the conversation above and asked naturally. [

"Mo Bai doesn't like people entering my room."

One asked very naturally, and the other answered very naturally.

Wen Jili, who was standing not far away, turned around abruptly, his dark eyes narrowed slightly, his light lips were pursed into a straight line, and then he looked at Qin Jing with a half-smile.

"do old >

This other person used it too deliberately.

It seemed as if he wanted to return to Qin Jing's sentence just now, that he didn't like the word "others" when "others" came into my room, but at this moment, neither of the two of them could understand the deliberateness in it.

Qin Jing stood a little at a loss, quickly opened the door of Mo Bai's room, and walked to the next bedroom.

Of course Wen Jili followed.

Walking into the room, there was a scent of soap, which was Qin Jing's usual smell.

As soon as the door was closed, Wen Jili took off his clothes voluntarily, without changing into Mo Bai's pajamas, he just casually leaned against the chair next to him, and began to look around the room.

Comparing it with the room just now, I knew that the woman chose the guest bedroom for her.

"Qin Jing, how far can you give for Mo Bai?"

The man looked around the room, turned his gaze back, and suddenly asked this question.

Qin Jing, who was looking for needles and threads, was slightly startled. He only paused for a moment, then continued to take out the sewing box and put it on the table next to him. While grabbing the clothes, he replied, "All of them."

Wen Jili frowned, not sure if it was because of this answer or for other reasons.

He glanced at the woman in front of him, who was starting to thread the needle, his eyes were fixed on the needle hole, holding the end of the thin thread, and he was concentrating on threading the needle hole.

The thin thread slanted through the pinhole, and I was a little annoyed.

Put the focus on the needle hole again, and then thread the needle, but the eyes began to narrow slightly, holding the end of the thin thread, and slowly pushing it towards the needle hole, it was still tilted, and the woman's mouth was slightly pouted in dissatisfaction.

Taking a breath, Qin Jing raised the needle and thin thread to his eyes again, half-closed his eyes, concentrated on fighting against the pinhole, reduced the speed to the slowest, and threaded the needle slowly. [

it worked...

The woman's face unconsciously showed a joyful expression, her eyes were bent, and she was holding the threaded needle and thread in front of the man next to her, like a primary school student who had won a certificate and was waiting for praise.

For a moment, when Qin Jing turned his head and saw the man, he immediately withdrew his joy, lowered his head again, and carefully mended the scattered buttons on his clothes.

The woman's smile and eyes were all seen by the man, and the corners of Wen Jili's lips curled up.

The two of them didn't say a word, only occasionally, Qin Jing, who was mending buttons with his head down, sometimes had his hair hanging over his forehead, blocking his sight, and from time to time he had to push the strands of hair behind his ears with his hands.

After a few more times, the next time her hair hangs down again, Wen Jili next to her will take the initiative to tuck her hair behind her ears with gentle and delicate movements.