Chief, Love for you is wrong

"Go get something first and then go back." Wen Jili replied faintly, holding the steering wheel and turning the direction again.

When Wen Jili's car stopped at the door, Qin Jing knew that he was coming. However, she still looked at her suspiciously. When Wen Jili untied her seat belt and she wanted to untie it, she was stopped by him.

"I'll go up and get something and come down soon. It's cold outside. Don't walk around. Just sit down."

Listening to the gentle tone in his words, Qin Jing nodded and watched Wen Jili close the door and walk in.

I don't know if he wants to compensate for the damage he brought to her during that time after he came back from France. Now Wen Jili is really good to her. Everything is for her, and he coaxes her with great patience.

Just think of just in the Yuehuang building, Luo Yi's determined eyes, she is always worried that this happiness is too rich and afraid of sudden loss.

Wen Jili came back quickly. When he came out, he walked to the back of the car with a pile of books in his hand.

Qin Jing wanted to lean over and open the door for him. After thinking, he just sat in the co pilot's seat to see how he moved all his books to one hand and how the other hand opened the door. He also watched him open the cab door, sit on it and fasten his seat belt.

She was a little obsessed, looking at his clear face, "Mr. Wen, will we always be happy?"

He looked up at her and saw his unique obsession in her eyes. He hooked his lips and smiled. A clear and happy voice came out of his lips, "stretch out your palm."

Qin Jing was stunned. When she heard him repeat it again, she foolishly spread her right hand out in front of her and asked, "what's the matter?" to answer that question, why stretch out her palm?

Wen Jili didn't answer. He just stretched out his left hand, held Qin Jing's right hand, raised his right hand, only stretched out his index finger, and the other four fingers curled up in the palm. The warm and delicate fingertips touched her cool palm, and the fingertips moved slowly and outlined in her palm.

He bowed his head and wrote very seriously and carefully. She felt the touch of his fingertips touching the palm of her hand. The stroke seemed to be engraved on her heart, and she also looked carefully, deeply imprinting each stroke he outlined in her mind.

Their heads are over the shift lever, and close to their foreheads.

The atmosphere in the car was quiet, quiet.

He only wrote a word in the palm of her hand. Immediately, his five fingers straightened, closed the five fingers of her right palm in front of her, wrapped her palm with her fingertips, looked up and stared at her eyes, and only said two words gently, "here, put it away."

Then, Wen Jili started to start the vehicle, looked at the vehicle in front, held the steering wheel with both hands, sat calmly in the driver's seat, looking gentle and elegant.

Qin Jing lowered her head and spread out the palm he had just curled up with her five fingers. Looking at the palm he had just written a word, her eyes smiled and the corners of her lips tilted slightly.

She knew what that meant, because she had read the warm little story.

Write down a "you" for you, which means, "you are in my heart".

What he just wrote in the palm of her hand is the word "you".

Then he told her to put it away.

This can be regarded as the solemn promise of the man who is always not affectionate to her question. You are in my heart. As long as you keep my heart, we will always be happy.

She looked at his always good-looking side face and smiled foolishly.

How beautiful it feels.