Chief, Love for you is wrong

Sister Chen also said in balabalabala that Qin Jing was speechless and looked up to the sky. She struggled to hold out a sentence, "sister Chen, call me Qin Jing." she said, and deliberately added a sentence, "Jing is the Jing of Qingjing!"

Wen Yan and Wen Jili smiled lightly. He waved to sister Chen with a smile that could not be ignored. "Ask someone to bring a cup of warm water to the young lady of liqingjing. Go and be busy."

Sister Chen smiled and bowed back slightly. Qin Jing stared at Wen Jili and turned to look at the scenery outside the window.

After the clerk brought the boiled water, they were quiet for some time. Finally, Wen Jili took out a stack of manuscript paper from the locked drawer under the table and handed it to Qin Jing.

"How about changing the name of the store and looking at the design manuscripts of these plaques? If I think it's OK, I'll find a master to carve."

"Sorry, I'm at work." Qin Jing replied coldly without raising her eyebrows.

"It doesn't matter, I don't care." Wen Jili returned seriously and pushed the stack of manuscripts in front of Qin Jing. "I painted for several months and didn't look at it?"

It's rare to hear that sanshao said a cold joke. Qin Jing pretended to be "ha ha" with a dry smile. Then he didn't speak again. His head was still looking out of the window and ignored.

"Really don't you see?" Wen Jili asked with a slight rise in his voice. Qin Jing didn't answer.

Wen Jili asked again, "that was designed by Mr. Wen of your family for several months."

Qin Jing, "..."

Finally, Wen Jili sighed slightly, shook his head and sighed a little more. He sighed helplessly, "since Mr. Wen's Qin rabbit doesn't care, it's useless to keep these manuscripts."

The words fell, Qin Jing's eyebrow tip trembled, and her head remained motionless.

Through her eyes, she caught a glimpse of Ji Li holding up a manuscript and putting her hands on the same side of the manuscript paper.

Then, a hiss ~ ~ ~ sound came. A manuscript was divided into two.

Then he folded the torn two pieces of paper together and hissed ~ ~ from the middle. A manuscript was divided into four small pieces.

It seems that he is not satisfied. Wen Jili folds the four pieces of paper together and hisses ~ ~ ~ a manuscript is divided into eight parts.

The sound of tearing the paper came from his ears, and Qin Jing's heart burst.

A design draft, from the draft, to the revision, and then to the final draft, has to go through a lot of hard work. She once painted it. It can be heard that Ji Li doesn't blink. It's too cruel to tear it when he says it!

Even if it wasn't her painstaking work, she felt heartache when she heard it.

Yu Shao touched that a small stack of manuscript paper was torn to half by Wen Jili, and a small pile of waste paper was piled next to it. When Wen Jili wanted to pinch another manuscript paper to tear it off, Qin Jing couldn't care to be angry. He grabbed his hand and scolded anxiously, "Wen Jili, are you stupid! These are all your efforts. How can you say to tear it off? It's such a waste!"

When Wen Jili was pulled by Qin Jing, he paused and opened his eyes. He looked at her calmly like a wave, but with thousands of emotions hidden. Qingjun's face was as clear as a bright lake, calm but with a handsome elegance that can't be ignored.

"Qin Jing, one thing, even if it's rare in heaven and earth, or it's rare in the world, but if no one needs it, it's waste like garbage."

Wen Jili's voice was flat and steady. He couldn't hear his emotions. His eyes still forced Qin Jing to look at him. His indifferent eyes seemed to hide endless storms. It seemed that as long as he was careless, he would scrape people into sharp pieces.