Chief, Love for you is wrong

When Qin Jing said this, Chen Xiaoting already understood who the tramp was in Qin Jing's words. Her face was a little pale. She grabbed the cup of cooled coffee and poured it down her throat.

After drinking the coffee, she found that her state of mind was not calm. Chen Xiaoting's hands trembled when she put down the coffee cup. When she stood up and wanted to leave, Qin Jing grabbed her hand and went on.

"After being alone for nearly ten years, he met another white pigeon. It was a white pigeon with scars and needed precious medicinal materials to survive. The tramp clearly had better choices, but his heart was slowly enriched after nearly ten years of panic. He had thousands of times of determination and enough money, He knew he could cure the white dove, who was already black and blue, but the white dove chose to escape. "

Finally, Qin Jing smiled at Chen Xiaoting, "Xiaoting, why is that white dove so stupid? It obviously has such a good chance of recovery, but it chooses to give up or even die?"

At this point, if you don't understand, you're really a fool!

Chen Xiaoting's face changed greatly, broke away from Qin Jing's hand, and left in a hurry, "ha ha, this story is very beautiful. The answer should be asked by the white dove instead of me".

Qin Jing looked at the empty hand, looked up at Chen Xiaoting's back, and sighed helplessly, a little sad.

If Chen Xiaoting is a selfish person, Chen Ze's words, she promised to hear it, but she is not.

Qin Jing looked at the company commander's ticket that was still on the table and looked vague.

******

No, the office.

In front of the floor glass is a large white desk. On the table, except for scattered manuscript paper and all kinds of charcoal pens, only one man hangs his head to write and draw.

The setting sun hit the man's side face through the floor glass, which seemed to be stained with a light halo. He looked serious. His eyelashes were like the fluttering wings of a butterfly.

The sound of clicking sounded. It was the sound of opening the door.

A man and a woman came outside the door, but it did not affect the man who was writing and painting in front of the floor glass. Even if he looked from a distance, he could still see the shallow smile on his face.

The whole person has a kind of plain happiness.

The woman who entered the door saw the man with drooping head in the distance. Her eyes were a little hot. The bag in her hand was slightly white and trembling due to excitement.

Zheng Ningyu closed the door and looked at the woman next to him. His eyes were dim.

"Sit down and I'll pour you a glass of water." Zheng Ningyu took a few steps, but suddenly turned back, "do you still like coffee and milk?"

The woman smiled at him gently and nodded gently and gracefully, "HMM."

After Zheng Ningyu walked into the tea room, the woman stood in the distance and quietly looked at the man in front, with endless waves at the bottom of her heart.

Looking at the scene of his writing from a distance, his serious and soft side face, his slender white fingers and the frown movement are all familiar to people.

I've thought about the scene of seeing each other again many times, but none of them is as uncomfortable as now.

She stood here and he sat there. The distance was still the distance she had stood many times in the past. It seems that it is still once.

Looking at her, her eyes are still the original obsession. Will it be the original sweet knowing smile to respond to her?

He has a quirk when drawing. Other people must stand two meters away. If it is less than this distance, he will be unhappy and affect his mood.

When I think of the past years, my heart hurts.

She looked at the man who bowed her head in front and was concentrating on drawing. She glanced at the bright chain between his neck. Her beautiful eyes smiled and whispered gently at the bottom of her heart.

Leave, I'm back.