Chief, Love for you is wrong

The next day, Qin Jing, who was still lying in the big bed, turned over and put her hand to the side. On weekdays, there would be a warm object for her to lean over. This time, the person who was still confused woke up in an instant.

She rubbed her eyes, opened them and looked at the next position. The person lying on her side got up. Qin Jing yawned and looked at the sky outside the screen window. It was still bright.

The closer it is to winter, the later it will be. With a big stretch, Qin Jing will not be sleepy. After washing in the bathroom connected to the bedroom, he will go downstairs.

When she came down to the rotary corner of the stairs, she saw a man standing in the open kitchen, beating something in front of the cupboard. White gas was blowing in front of him.

The man in a set of cotton white household clothes tied an apron belt behind him. He tied it to the back at will. Standing there, he was still so outstanding and tall.

It seems that as long as he stands there, he has an atmosphere and proud capital that all problems are not problems.

Standing at the corner of the stairs, she looked at the orderly movement in the man's hand and his proud and upright back from a distance, but she didn't feel that he was out of reach as she had at the beginning.

"Mr. Wen ~ ~ ~" she walked gently into the kitchen, put her hands around his waist from behind, put her face on his back, felt his unique fragrance, and whispered his name in an almost affectionate tone.

Wen Jili only looked down at her hand holding his waist. Her lips rose slightly without looking back. She just continued the movement on her hand, "why did you get up so early?"

"You're not here, you can't sleep ~ ~ ~" Qin Jing is also rare to be coquettish. His head fell behind him and rubbed heavily like a small animal against his back.

She seemed to be looking for a sense of belonging, which made him tick his lips, "OK, go out and sit down. The porridge is almost ready."

Qin Jing then let go and glanced at the porridge in his hand. "Do you have baking soda?" Qin Jing knew the answer she wanted after receiving Wen Jili's puzzled eyes.

Open the next cabinet, take out a bottle of jar from inside, and raise the logo in front of Wen Jili.

"Some time ago, when I went shopping downstairs with my grandmother in city B, I heard the aunt walking say that there was a traditional Chinese medicine nearby who was very good at health preservation. I asked the aunt to find the traditional Chinese medicine. He told me that people with bad stomach can put some baking soda when cooking meat porridge, which is good for people with sour stomach."

Qin Jing looked at the porridge that had been thrown flowers. The porridge was almost ready. She put the jar back to its original position. Wen Jili thought she was going to put some baking soda in. Unexpectedly, she just took it out to him and took it in.

"Why not?"

Qin Jing shook her head. "Baking soda is usually put after water is boiled. You're almost ready."

Wen Ji turned off the control valve and carried the pot of porridge. Qin Jing went to the cabinet and took two sets of bowls and spoons out. From a distance, she saw a pile of books on the tea table. She looked at the man walking in front, looked at the pot of porridge in his hand, and looked at the pile of books. Her lips tilted slightly.

When Qin Jing scooped the porridge, Wen Jili put the pile of books back to the small bookshelf next to the TV cabinet. "These books can be seen in his spare time. They are all finished drawings."

When he turned and walked back, he rubbed Qin Jing's hair top. "Don't think too much. Many illustrations inside are good to enjoy as pictures."

I know he wants to overcome her fear step by step. Don't face the finished drawings with the mentality of jewelry design at the beginning. Just look at the pictures and appreciate them as a painting. Reshape a good image at the bottom of her heart, from shallow to deep, and then slowly and really touch the jewelry.

She looked at his relaxed but concerned face and nodded gently.

Wen Jili, you support me silently. In the past, even jackals and beasts, I should bravely raise my sword for you and kill all demons one by one.