Chief, Love for you is wrong

Wen Shuang's choked words made the old lady cry again. Qin Jing turned his eyes to Wen Jili. He shook his head and frowned.

"Shuangshuang, wait here. I probably need your help here! My grandpa and I are not here. If you have anything, ask Uncle Wu for help. You're going to grow up."

Wen Shuang sniffed and his eyes were filled with water vapor. Looking at Wen Jili, he nodded, "third brother, you want to bring the swallows back. He... He... He and Xiao Qi"

Qin Jing gently hugged and smelled Shuang's back, as if to comfort her. In fact, she whispered in her ear, "Shuangshuang, OK. We will bring the swallow and Xiaoqi back. Stop crying and be strong. As soon as you cry, grandma will cry again. Her old eyes will not stand it. She has been crying for a long time."

Wen Shuang listened, and the nasal sound was blocked for several times. Wen Jili explained to the fifth uncle standing next to him, and several people walked towards the parking lot not far away.

When they arrived, Zheng Ningyu and the Zheng family were standing there. Zheng came with a crutch and only patted the old man's shoulder.

The two old people looked at each other with two eyes, and everything was silent.

Zheng Ningyu nodded to Wen Jili, "everything is ready."

Just as Zheng Ningyu finished, a car drove out

The man Wen Jili called the fifth uncle put two suitcases into the trunk of another car. When Qin Jing was about to help the old lady walk over, Wen Jili took her arm.

"There are many reporters outside. The cars that go out first are smoke bombs. People and suitcases go on the machine separately. Naturally, there is someone in city B to pick them up."

The trunk car also drove out. Qin Jing looked inside the car, "is there someone sitting inside?"

Wen Jili nodded. "HMM. confused his sight. Let them get on the plane with their suitcases and think it was us." another car drove over, "well, now get on the bus first, and there are several cars behind."

When getting on the bus, Qin Jing found that the rear seat and front baffle of all the cars were down, that is, the reporter could not see the people in the rear seat even from the front glass of the car.

Qin Jing has bent down to get on the back seat of the car at the left door. When he is about to close the door, he hears Zheng Ningyu standing not far from the right door leaving Wen Ji.

"Ji Li, when you drive out of the door, the person in the co driver's seat should bend down to prevent the reporter from seeing someone in the co driver's seat. Why don't you ask Jing Jing to sit in front? Girls are more dexterous and it's convenient to bend down and hide. It's inconvenient for you to be a big man. I..."

Zheng Ningyu still has to go on. Wen Jili's sword eyebrow screwed up, which blocked his tendency to go on, "No. I don't smell Jili's women for hardship."

As soon as the voice fell, I heard the sound of the door closing. Then Qin Jing rolled down the window of the co driver's seat and waved to Wen Jili, "Mr. Wen, I got on the bus first!"

As soon as you finish, close the window and lock the door.

Compared with Qin Jing's sharp, Wen Jili and Zheng Ningyu looked at each other. They had just finished. Why did the woman act so fast?

Wen Jili went to the co driver's seat and unscrewed the door handle, but found that it was locked. He knocked on the glass window. The people inside didn't respond. His mobile phone buzzed and vibrated. He took out a look. It was a text message.

[Mr. Wen, get in the car. Xiaojingjing's men are not used to bear hardships.]

Wen Jili looked at the black and white words on the text message, the corners of his lips hooked, and his heart was a little calmer because of these words all day. He smiled at Zheng Ningyu, "there's no way to take her."

The tone is quite helpless, but it is somewhat spoiled.

Zheng Ningyu stepped forward and patted Wen Jili on the shoulder. "Jili, you can see that Jingjing is a good woman. If you think she is worth a lifetime, cherish her and don't make others sad."

Wen Jili took a deep look at Zheng Ningyu, turned his mobile phone and walked to the back seat of the car on the left. His mobile phone Yang Yang, "there's something to call."

Zheng Ningyu nodded at him with a dignified look, "well, don't worry about y city. I'll fix it for you!"

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