Chief, Love for you is wrong

Standing at the door, Qin Jing narrowed her eyes. When Gu Yu Yan forced her to the extreme when she visited the store for the first time, he suddenly appeared and accepted her dilemma.

The handkerchiefs that he thought were dirty and he would not want again were washed by her. Now, they are quietly placed in the drawer of the bedroom in Leyi community.

It's ironic that she treats things that people don't want as treasures!

Take out the phone and dial Luo Yi, "sister mu, Hello, I'm Qin Jing. I can't leave downstairs."

"Qin Zhu is coming so soon?" Luo Yi on the phone first exclaimed and then said with some regret. "Sorry, I'm not far from the upstairs office. I have something to do temporarily. Qin Zhu may have to wait a minute. If you don't mind, Qin Zhu can come up here and wait for me."

Wait for you up there? I want to go up and see how you and Wen Jili are. You love me! You know, I haven't been to the office yet! Qin Jing's sour stomach Fei!

"No, sister Mu is busy. Qin Jing has nothing to do up there. I'll just wait for sister Mu downstairs."

After hanging up, Qin Jing breathed a sigh. Wait!

The people upstairs looked down and saw Qin Jing standing downstairs. He kept curling his hands to his mouth and breathing. The white smoke smoked up in front of his small face. His ears were red by the wind because his hair was tied up.

Zheng Ningyu looked from the floor glass transfer sofa. He was sitting with his legs tilted and turning the magazine gracefully. His tone was a little helpless. "Ah Jing, you're all right. Why should Jing Jing wait for you below? Why bother?"

Roy turned the magazine's hand, continued to turn the pages carelessly, looked at the beautiful color picture on it, and replied carelessly, "without him, I wouldn't get married, let alone ignore me. I feel bad when I see her."

Zheng Ningyu frowned and glanced at the poor Qin Jing standing downstairs. He squeezed his forehead helplessly and advised calmly.

"Ah Jing, no one knows more about Ji Li than you do! If he doesn't want to do something, no one can force him. It's not Qin Jing's fault that he's married now, but Ji Li just has plans to get married, and Qin Jing just appeared at that time."

Luo Yi looked up at Zheng Ningyu with resentment in her big eyes. "If it hadn't been for the mess six months ago, do you think he would get married so soon? The reason why he got married this year is entirely because of Qin Jing! Why did she become a divorced wife and son? Why could she marry him!"

"Ah Jing!" Zheng Ningyu's tone was a little heavy. Luo Yi bowed her head and put her eyes back on the magazine in her hand.

Zheng Ningyu slowly breathed out when he found himself too excited.

"Ah Jing, since you don't want Ji Li to marry another woman, you have to ask yourself, Wen Jili was willing to give up everything in Y City for you and accompany you to study in France. In such a place that is not conducive to the development of Chinese, he started his own career from scratch. He has no complaints. Wen Jili could love you more than ten years ago, and he loved you recklessly, and he was one of them I'd love to marry you as his wife! But why don't you ask what you did to him? Why did you cause him to return to China alone? You must not know how many times he was drunk every day when he first came back. He didn't know how many times he went to the hospital when he drank so much that he had stomach bleeding! Why didn't you come back when he lived so painful for you? Later, he smelled the milk Milk was so angry that he went to the hospital that he restrained all his negative emotions and became Wen Jili! After that, he was very taboo about feelings and women. Why didn't you come back to him when he was in pain? Now, Ji Li is just beginning to be happy under the influence of Qin Jing. You come back. What reason can you ask Ji Li about marrying someone else and why you hate Qin Jing Jing marries Ji Li! What's more, she is not qualified to be involved in their lives! "

Luo yiben's indifferent expression, because Zheng Ningyu's words were like shells, she held a corner of the magazine tightly, hung her head, and her eyelashes trembled suddenly.