Chief, Love for you is wrong

Unexpectedly, Chen Ze quickly waved his hand and stuffed the two tickets back into his pocket, "no, absolutely not! Jingjing, don't get me wrong. Mr. Wen didn't ask me to buy it. He didn't even pay attention to the concert in Luoyi. I asked for these two tickets for others."

Qin Jing was surprised by Chen Ze's big reaction.

"Aze, it's just a concert. Why are you so reactive! What if you buy it for him? Wen Jili likes Roy. Don't many people know?"

Chen Ze suddenly shut up and said many wrong things. Mr. Wen did buy the tapes of each concert in the past, but he had an inside story.

Hearing Ji Li's past, he shouldn't know from his assistant. His face changed colorful, resumed his usual gentleness, and said with a smile, "these are just groundless."

Qin Jing was speechless and rolled her eyes. The word "wind from nowhere" was heard twice in less than an hour, both of which were related to Luo Yi.

After chatting with Chen Ze for a while, when the two separated, Chen Ze asked him if he was free now and wanted to send them back. Qin Jing took out his hand. The machine looked at the time, and unconsciously it was more than 10 o'clock, so he nodded.

Back to the blue lake villa, he opened the door. Wen Jili was wearing a set of cotton white pajamas and several stacks of documents were scattered on the tea table. He was writing and painting with his head down.

She closed the door gently, changed her shoes when the door closed, and when she entered the living room, he still drew something with his head down.

The top of his head was a white crystal chandelier. He hung his head. The pen in his hand occasionally outlined a few strokes and occasionally wiped with an eraser. His hair blocked his eyes because of his hanging head. Qin Jing only saw his side.

Gentle and clear, calm and serious.

Unable to bear to disturb Wen Jili's seriousness, Qin Jing squatted directly at the door, holding his chin in both hands. He looked at the man sitting on the sofa and concentrating on his work, with a faint warmth in his heart.

Looking at his serious side face, his heart became very soft.

People think of the word "warmth".

As time went by, Wen Jili, who had been writing and painting with his head down, finally put down his pen and raised his hand to pinch his sore shoulder.

When I was about to fold the manuscript paper together, I saw an unidentified object squatting next to me. On my side, I saw a man squatting at the door. I was looking at him with a smile in the corner of my mouth.

Her expression was very soft, her eyebrows and eyes bent with a bright light, her face was very soft, and the corners of her mouth smiled unconsciously.

People think of the word happiness.

Qin Jing was still in the eye pleasing situation of Wen Jili's hard work at the beginning. Her brain couldn't work for a moment. She didn't wake up until the shadow in front was getting closer and closer.

The first reaction is to stand up, squat for a long time, the blood in her legs is not circulating, and she is a little stiff. When she stops, her legs are numb, and the whole person rushes forward.

Oh, my God

Qin Jing wailed and closed her eyes. When she thought she would kiss the polished floor in the room, she touched a warm chest. Her breath was full of familiar fragrance.

When he stood firm, he pushed away Wen Jili. His face was a little red. This time, he really lost his face and lost his home!

"Why don't you come in when you get home, but squat at the door?" it seems that you don't notice Qin Jing's embarrassment. Wen Jili naturally took her hand and walked into the living room.

Hearing this, Qin Jing was even more ashamed. Round Gulu's eyes immediately looked around the house to disperse his humiliating memories

When Qin Jing saw the paper scattered on the tea table, at first Qin Jing thought Wen Jili was dealing with the land in Nansheng. Unexpectedly, the stack of documents she thought were all design sketches.