Chief, Love for you is wrong

"Go home and let you see enough!" Wen Jili said helplessly when he saw Qin Jing staring at him.

Qin Jing is rarely coquettish. She takes off the scarf Wen Jili just tied for her, stands on tiptoe, and wraps Wen Jili's head with a scarf like a middle eastern woman wrapping her head with only her eyes exposed.

On the street, there were people coming and going around. Some even stopped to watch Qin Jing's actions. Wen Jili was helpless. When he was about to take off the scarf Qin Jing tied to his head, Qin Jing's lips murmured slightly and muttered dissatisfaction.

"You are mine. I don't want others to see you."

Wen Jili couldn't help laughing, so he had to put down his hand and let Qin Jing's small family spirit wrap his whole face with a scarf to show his eyes.

Qin Jing tied the knot and looked at his own masterpiece in front of him. The proud, cold and elegant man was so cute because of her. When he was doting on her, Qin Jing blinked his cunning eyes, "Hey, Mr. Wen, only I can see you in the future!"

He ignored the crowd around him or envied or instructed, wrapped her red fingertips in his palm, "better go home. It's estimated that you won't mind if I'm watched by my grandmother and two children."

Qin Jing sticks out her tongue, pulls up Wen Jili's arms and walks to the familiar Bentley. From beginning to end, when she gets on the bus and drives away, neither of them looks at Luo Yi standing next to her.

Let her see how the man who once loved her recklessly transferred the tenderness of the prosperous age to another woman in front of her, and even his wordless doting is better than that in the past more than ten years.

She stood in the cold wind, and the wind made her face painful and her limbs stiff.

Even if her senses were numb, the man who had hurt her as much as her life would not look back at her, let alone give her a hug that was once within reach.

Roy looked pale and stared at the direction of the car disappearing. He let it go farther and farther, but there was nothing he could do

When Bentley drove away from the Yuehuang building, Wen Jili had no choice but to say to Qin Jing next to him, "can you untie it now?" it felt bad to wrap his head with steps.

"Of course." Qin Jing, who got a cheap price, immediately sold herself. She quickly leaned over to take off the scarf for Wen Jili. She couldn't help feeling a little distressed when she saw the subtle beads of sweat on the man's forehead.

"Very hot?" she pulled the paper and pulled out a thin piece of sweat that wiped his forehead.

After Wen Jili turned the steering wheel, he had no choice but to reply, "you just ate too much vinegar. If you don't let you exhaust the sour gas, I'll be killed when I go back."

Qin Jing wiped Wen Jili's forehead and held the dirty paper towel directly in her hand. Hearing Wen Jili's teasing, she immediately sat back in the driver's seat, "I don't like her looking at you like that! Your eyes are as sharp as if you must be in her bag sooner or later!"

He jokingly emptied his right hand, held her in his hand on his leg, hooked his lips and joked, "Qin little rabbit, if you are sour again, our children will be choked by your sour water."

Qin Jing's face turned red and turned away from him, but let him hold her hand.

She is stingy, really stingy, but in the face of such a scene, which woman is not stingy? What's more, a woman like Roy should be stingy!

The car drove for a while. The route was not good enough to go back to the blue lake villa. Qin Jing wondered, "isn't it back to the blue lake villa?"