Chief, Love for you is wrong

The alienated sight fell on Qin Jing's face and soon gathered back. He said faintly to Qin Jing, "I didn't hold it just now. I won't do it in the future."

An apology without any emotion, or it is not an apology at all. It is more meaningful to state one thing.

He lay down on the sofa next to him and pointed to the ointment on the table. "First put on the red one, wait until the red is dry, and then put on the white one. After that, you can leave."

Qin Jing was a little embarrassed. She knew they were already husband and wife. Wen Jili wanted to do that to her. She couldn't refuse at all, but they didn't get along at all except they had just gone out.

Even if she doesn't go to see her mother tomorrow, she can't meet this man so soon. It's her nominal man.

If it hadn't happened, Qin Jing could also ask him how he got it. It was so embarrassing just now, but it's hard to speak now.

These marks, crisscross, should have been beaten many times, obviously man-made whip marks.

Who dares to whip such a proud son of heaven? And dumped so many, every one sees blood.

Why is this man willing to be whipped?

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The next day, they got up at 8 o'clock. As soon as Qin Jing opened the door, Wen Jili happened to open the door. Qin Jing was a little embarrassed. They haven't said a word since last night.

Wen Jili didn't thank so much. Seeing Qin Jing standing there, he felt her head. "I'm not going to see you today. Mom? Why aren't you still moving?"

The warmth of his palm and the familiar tone of alienation came from his head. Qin Jing's heart was a little stuffy.

People say.

Cold hands, hot hearts, are red;

Warm hands and cold hearts are black.

What about yours

Qin Jing wants to look up and ask the man in front of him.

Wen Jili, how cold is your heart?

It was time to feel Qin Jing's doubts. Wen Jili rarely asked, "what's the matter?"

Qin Jing shook her head, "nothing!"

How cold your heart is, black or red, is none of my business!

They had a casual breakfast in a five-star hotel and only packed a soup bag and milk yellow bag to her mother.

Qin Jing always felt that her mother was a woman who had seen the world. At that time, when the women around were all sloppy and casual, only her mother took care of everything in an orderly manner.

Their clothes, although the texture is the same as that of the children in the next family, are very rough.

The difference is that the clothes on her and Mobai are always clean and smelling of soap.

Sitting in the car, Qin Jing thought of her mother. She thought that the clothes at that time always had a faint smell of soap, although it was very cheap soap, which was full of mother's smell.

Qin Jing's eyes turned red. Holding the soup and milk yellow bags in his hand, his hands trembled and his nose choked. "Wen Jili, what my mother wants to see most in her life is that Mo Bai and I can be happy."

Wen Jili gave a low "um" sound. After thinking for a while, he still released a hand, grabbed Qin Jing's slightly trembling hand, and the palm touched a cold.

Hold Qin Jing's hands in his hands. His cold eyes are a little dark. The man sighs, "Qin Jing, may not fall in love with you, but I will not fail you."