Chief, Love for you is wrong

Looking up, I saw Chen Xiaoting, who was originally looking out of the window, looking at her in amazement. Her mouth opened slightly, which seemed very surprised.

In the Qin Jing Dynasty, she showed a soothing smile, took Chen Xiaoting's hand on the table and gently squeezed it. At this time, Chen Xiaoting needs more affirmation and warmth from others than she does.

"There are always some things in life that are worth paying with our life. Many times, for some things, we can easily give up others. This does not mean that the thing is not important, but the part you give up is not the most important. But there are some things that even if you give up your life, you will not choose to give up. Like me, like Mo Bai, like you, like You, mom. At this time, even if you give us a bag of arsenic, we will eat it with a smile like honey. "

It was time to poke the softness at the bottom of her heart. Chen Xiaoting's eye circles began to turn red, and her eyes gradually filled with a layer of fog, and then formed water droplets, which flowed down her delicate face.

In the end, Chen Xiaoting covered her face with both hands, hung her head and sobbed silently.

Qin Jing sat next to Chen Xiaoting, patted her back, let her lean on her shoulder and gently stroked her spine.

Her life, compared with Chen Xiaoting, is not the most miserable.

Although her dignity has been trampled on by her family, at least she can eat and wear warm clothes. Most importantly, Mo Bai has always been with her. If she is bullied, Mo Bai will stand up for her, so that she will not be lonely.

Chen Xiaoting is different. She has only her mother who is dependent on her. In order not to let her mother worry, all the scars on her body can only be carried by herself. When tears flow down, she can only wipe them dry by herself and continue to stand up.

What happened to Ma Tian has always been a disgrace to Chen Xiaoting, a disgrace she can't forgive herself.

For the people most valued in her heart, even arsenic can be used as honey and even eat it with laughter. This sentence suddenly hit Chen Xiaoting's inner defense line.

Chen Xiaoting fell on Qin Jing's shoulder and cried for a long time. The customers next to her sometimes seemed that even the waiter came to inquire about something. Qin Jing gently raised her hand and sent her away.

What Chen Xiaoting needs most at this time is to vent her bitterness and depression hidden for several years.

In the end, Qin Jing took a paper towel from her satchel and dried her tears for Chen Xiaoting. She thought she had cried and would want to open a little.

Unexpectedly

She dried her tears, took out the small mirror she took with her, made up her makeup, and then closed her lips and smiled, "yes, I drank arsenic for the sake of family affection. How can I continue to harm others as a poisonous person!"

Qin Jing is angry and thinks that even if Chen Xiaoting doesn't fully figure it out, they can communicate. No matter what, a crack will open in her heart. Unexpectedly, she is trapped in a dead end and doesn't want to come out.

Her eyes were red with tears. Chen Xiaoting took out a pair of sunglasses from her bag. After wearing them, Qin Jing couldn't see the expression in her eyes.

A pair of sunglasses, a head of light yellow wavy curly hair, white skin and beautiful face are cold and beautiful beauties who will be moved by anyone.

When Chen Xiaoting stood up and wanted to leave, Qin Jing grabbed her hand, "Xiaoting, listen to me finish the last story."

Chen Xiaoting hesitated and finally nodded and sat down.

"In ancient times, there was a tramp who grew up without any relatives or fetters except the white dove in his hand. One day, the female white dove met another male white dove. The white dove chose to leave the tramp for love. Before leaving, the white dove even took away the only few grains that the tramp depended on. She was penniless and had no food After a long period of depression, the wanderer came back to fill the warehouse again with the grain of the wanderer, and went out for a circle. The white pigeon found that the arms of the wanderer were the most suitable for her, but the wanderer chose to be a stranger with the white pigeon. The white pigeon left, and the wanderer lived alone for several years. He was afraid, afraid of meeting her To another ungrateful white dove, I'm afraid of being betrayed and abandoned. I'd rather choose one than be hurt by the white dove. "