Chief, Love for you is wrong

After the concert, it was very late to return to the blue lake villa. They went to bed after washing.

At midnight, Qin Jing was still asleep and was awakened by the rustling sound.

She opened her eyes slightly and saw that the dim bedside lamp was on. The originally raised lampshade was pushed down to the lowest, and the whole room was dim.

She rubbed her eyes and saw Wen Jili, who had changed her clothes, narrowed her eyes and woke her head. She opened the quilt and sat on the bed.

"What's the matter?"

Wen Jili twisted the cufflinks, turned his head and walked to the bed, rubbed Qin Jing's hair, and his tone was soft.

"I think it's hard to disturb you by taking it easy, or I woke you up."

When he woke up in the middle of the night, Qin Jing frowned and yawned. He looked at the wall clock on the wall. It was more than two o'clock and faster than three o'clock. "I have to go out in the middle of the night. Is it urgent?"

Wen Ji flashed at the bottom of his eyes, which was unnatural, but it only flashed away. He leaned over and kissed Qin Jing on the forehead.

"There's something wrong with a friend. I'm going out. Good boy, have a good sleep. I'll come back after I'm busy."

Wen Jili held Qin Jing's shoulders, gently put her down in the big bed, tucked in the quilt for her, printed a kiss on her forehead before leaving, and said gently, "good boy, go to sleep, I'll be back soon."

Turn off the bedside lamp next to him, and Wen Jili walked out with light hands and feet. Qin Jing looked at her back and felt uneasy. The door was gently closed by Wen Jili. Qin Jing, who was still bleary, was completely sleepless.

She lifted the quilt, got out of bed, poured a cup of warm water, drank a few drinks, but she still couldn't press down the uneasiness at the bottom of her heart. She simply went out of the bedroom and stood by the window. She just saw the moment when Wen Jili left the car.

She held the door frame of the floor glass on the balcony and stood beside it. She sighed until the familiar Bentley disappeared in front of her eyes.

Whether women are like this, as long as they care, they will always worry about gain and loss more or less.

Without sleep, she simply sat in the living room, played on the TV, turned the channel around, and then turned back. There was no TV. She copied the remote control on the tea table, directly turned off the display screen and curled up on the sofa for a while.

Feeling bored, he took Wen Jili's hand on the sofa next to him and put it on his knee. He planned to use the Internet to pass the time.

The password is displayed and entered. Wen Jili told Qin Jing that she would play with Wen Jili's laptop. Otherwise, no matter how boring she is, she won't touch Wen Jili's laptop.

Although the relationship between the two is a step further than before, it's better to be a little conscious of personal items such as hands, machines and hand-held.

Enter the password and display the login. After a while, he bounced to the interface and looked at the open web page. Qin Jing knew that Wen Jili had directly turned off the screen without turning off the computer.

Glancing at the websites he browsed, they were normal, all policies or related to architecture and jewelry.

She clicked off. When she wanted to go to Q, she searched a whole laptop and found no Penguin like head. Finally, she searched several times and completely lost her heart.

Qin Jing is very surprised. He is familiar to the Chinese people. It is said that QQ, which has been used by hundreds of millions of users, was not installed at all on Wen sanshao's computer!

Qin Jing was defeated by Wen Jili, went to the web page, loaded QQ, installation, desktop, click, login

Browsing QQ will online users, except for those hand-held machine users or rich people who hang up super online, the rest are a row of gray avatars.

His hand-held is much better than her antique hand-held. It can be used either as a tablet or as a tablet. Qin Jing bored and slid her index finger on the screen. I don't know what to press. The message and information prompt the sound.

After that, a breath popped out.

Qin Jing made ten million promises. She didn't mean to open Wen Jili's MSN, but the icon was on the desktop. Her finger inadvertently pointed to it. It was so coincidental that there was a new newsletter.

She didn't have the heart to see the breath that she accidentally opened, but she couldn't move her eyes anymore.