Chief, Love for you is wrong

Chen zechao showed a clear smile to Zhou Yang. He turned sideways so that Zhou Yang could see Wen Jili here. "The person next to the three shaos is Mrs. Shao, whose name is Qin Jing."

The cold sweat on his forehead came out again. Zhou Yang took out a paper towel to wipe it. He hurried over to say hello, "Oh, Miss Qin was the wife of our president!"

Uh

Qin Jing raised her head in amazement and looked at Ji Li. Is he the president of Zhou Yang?

Just now she was too immersed in the dream warmth woven by Wen Jili for her, and didn't notice the address of the nearby employees to Wen Jili.

There was no time to think more. When she was thinking about going back, her nose itched and held Wen Jili's shoulder. Ren couldn't help sneezing, rubbed her nose and found that the nose ran out.

Next to Zhou Yang quickly handed over a paper towel. Qin Jing took it and wiped her nose. It was a little embarrassing. He said to Zhou Yang, "I'm really sorry. Zhou. I'm always laughing."

Seeing the tip of her red nose rubbed by her, Wen Ji took a smoke from the corner of her mouth, took her other hand, nodded to Zhou Yang, said hello, and then said to Qin Jing, "let's go back."

Seeing their overlapping hands, Qin Jing followed behind with a shy face.

Behind him was Zhou Yang's hopeless eyes.

Madam Shao, are you here to patrol in micro clothes, or in micro clothes, or in micro clothes

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"Do you want to rent the guild hall when you come to Tianheng?" Wen Ji asked Qin Jing next to him after hearing the stack of materials brought by Qin Jing.

"Hmm..." his nose is a little blocked. He should have caught a cold. Qin Jing sniffed and muttered, "it's over now. Gu Zhancheng has to pack it!"

"Do you want it?" the voice was flat, bland and tasteless, and could not hear the emotion.

"I want it. Can you give it directly to me instead of renting it to Gu Zhancheng? Can you give it to me without charge?"

Qin Jing looked down at him slightly. Her hair hung down with the side of her head. Her eyes were picked with a teasing light. From his point of view, it was pure, true and flexible.

The right hand raised and fastened the back of her head and hand, and gradually approached her. Their lips touched each other, close to each other's breath. The tip of the man's tongue crossed his teeth and directly entered Qin Jing's mouth, touching her tongue.

The man's breath is too strong, with a smell of plunder. She is a little drunk in his almost overbearing kiss. Her breath is full of familiar fragrance.

The kiss was short, but it was enough to make Qin Jing gasp. The man reached out and patted her back to smooth the unstable breath caused by his kiss.

Through the rearview mirror, I saw Chen Zehong's face in front of me.

Qin Jing's angry stare and smell Ji Li can be matched with purplish red cheeks on both sides and slightly watery eyes. How do you see it, it's all the anger of a little woman.

Wen Jili rubbed the top of her hair with his other hand, and the thin cool voice sighed a little

"Qin Jing, mine is yours."

Qin Jing was stunned at first and then reacted. He was answering what she had just said.

She was used to the brevity of his words.

He said that his is her, which means that even if Gu Zhancheng has settled the exhibition hall of Tianheng, you can go directly if you want.

Mine is yours.

This sentence, without any fancy prefix embellishment, is plain and straightforward, but it is better than any extravagant rhetoric.