Chief, Love for you is wrong

Wen Jili hung up the phone and looked hurried when he came in again.

He quickly went to the bathroom to take a bath, put on clean clothes and was about to go out. He suddenly remembered Qin Jing who was still sitting in bed and turned back.

She printed a kiss on her forehead and rubbed the top of her hair. "It's a little urgent. I'll go out first and wait for me to come back."

He hurriedly put down a word and turned to leave. He was so hurried that he didn't even have time to close the door. Through the gap in the door, Qin Jing clearly heard the man's hurry when he came down the stairs.

He gathered up the clothes untied by the man, directly pulled on a thin blanket and rolled himself up. Qin Jing's heart was slightly cold. He wanted to hold his fist, but he found that his fingers were stiff, even moving a little.

With his legs bent and his head resting on his knees, such a large room was terribly empty.

The anxious female voice on the phone, Zheng Ningning, she could hear it.

What she said, B-ultrasound, child

It's not whose child, but our child. We mean Zheng Ningning and Wen Jili.

Think of yesterday, "half leaning on the railing" of the two people, she held him, so matched and intimate.

There were not many items belonging to her in this bedroom. At that time, she left in a hurry and brought only a few summer and autumn clothes, plus a set of cosmetics when necessary.

It takes less than twenty minutes to pack up all the items.

With the backpack on his back and looking back at the black-and-white villa, Qin Jing felt like an separated world.

Once upon a time, in this room, the old lady and him gave her warmth and made her deeply attached to it.

It was just a play, but I couldn't extricate myself.

Qin Jing pulled a self mocking smile from the corners of her mouth.

Wen Jili, I have calculated your old love, but I can't guess your new love.

Knowing that the outcome is so tragic, we have to move forward bravely.

In fact, it is not the love of sunflowers, but the heroism with moths to the fire.

Hand. The mechanism, directly carry her backpack, carry a large bag of clothes, walk for more than ten minutes to the nearest bus stop and get on the first bus.

After two or three weeks of commuting, Qin Jing felt a little uncomfortable when she faced the pressing bus again. Holding the railing of the bus, Qin Jing felt very painful.

That feeling is even more painful than when I saw Fu Yanshi kissing Gu Yuyan in F.

Sit at the terminal of the bus station, see the scene of people coming and going, look up and squint, and see a few big characters of the passenger station.

Gasping for breath, he went to the ticket window. The conductor was a middle-aged aunt.

"Give me the nearest ticket."

"Ah? I can't hear you clearly. Where are you going?" the ticket selling aunt is a little unhappy. She has to sell tickets when anyone is resting on Saturday and Sunday. She should be unhappy!

"Give me the nearest ticket!" she repeated in a good temper.

"Where are you going?" my aunt rolled her eyes.

"Auntie, I'm going to the nearest station in Y City." she repeated again Ren with her inner depression.

"What's the latest? If you don't report the place names, how can I know where you're going?" the aunt said, lowered her head, pounded the documents in her hand and threw them around.

Glancing at the person who bought the ticket next to him, he asked about the distance from Y City to m City, about two hours.

"Aunt, give me a ticket to m city!"

The money was handed over, and the ticket and change were quickly handed out from the delivery window. Incidentally, the ticket selling aunt complained, "if you go to m City, it's M city. What's not recent! Today's children don't know whether they are stupid to read!"

Qin Jing took the ticket and stuck out her tongue. She couldn't express it clearly.

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