Chief, Love for you is wrong

Wen Shuang looked up again, "sister-in-law, do you know what I saw when I followed my third brother into the study?"

Qin Jing shook her head, but heard Shuang sneer and said lazily, "my third brother, open the drawer and give the paper with the ring completely..."

After a pause, Wen Shuang then tore the paper at Qin Jing.

"At that time, he was like this, 'hissing' again and again, and the ring ended without illness. Later, when someone talked about the rings, the third brother only smiled and said nothing. Therefore, everyone thought that the ring was given to sister Jing, and sister Jing didn't deny it, but only smiled and acquiesced."

Qin Jing was a little dumb. The design drawings made with a lot of effort had been completed. She believed that most designers could not destroy their works so quickly. But when Wen Shuang said this, she had no doubt about the authenticity of her words.

I've seen it before leaving her. Wen Jili is sometimes indifferent. He can be really indifferent. The completed design drawings can be torn without blinking.

Wen Shuang pointed to himself, "only I know the truth. The ring was torn off by the third brother. Since then, I don't like sister Jing and the third brother very much. Although she is very beautiful and has many talents, she doesn't deserve the third brother."

Speaking of this, Wen Shuang stared at Qin Jing and smiled cunningly. His eyes became lively again. "Sister-in-law, didn't I go to see you after you were beaten by grandpa? Later, I asked my third brother if he regarded you as sister Jing, because your eyes are really similar to sister Jing. At that time, the third brother only answered me three words. I knew that sister Jing really belongs to the past."

Wen Shuang stopped here again, blinked his eyes and didn't speak. He bent his lips and looked at Qin Jing with a look of wanting to know and forbearing to ask. His eyes narrowed with laughter.

Knowing that Wen Shuang was waiting for her to ask, she smiled and looked at her shyness. Qin Jing was embarrassed. "If you don't say, I'll find swallows to play with them. They are much more fun than you!" then she muttered, "I hate it!"

Wen Shuang smiled and pulled down Qin Jing, who was about to stand up, "OK. I tell you. Look, mountains are mountains and water is water; look, mountains are not mountains and water is not water; look, mountains are still mountains and water is still water. My third brother, that's all he answered me at that time."

Qin Jing is Qin Jing, but Qin Jing is not Qin Jing. In the end, Qin Jing is only Qin Jing.

Sure enough, it is in line with the man's enigmatic usual reply tone. If you don't ask, he will never give you a positive answer. Even if you are nervous, he often only understates.

You can guess what it means, or even make people think about his words, but you may not be able to guess the real meaning to be expressed, and let yourself be flustered.

Next to them were several children pinching clay figurines or drawing pictures. No one else bothered. Two women sat on the sofa and chatted. When they talked about everything, the last topic gradually led to the smell of home.

Ben smiled and shook his head, "sister-in-law, do you remember the story I told you?"

Qin Jing nodded. The story is too scary. It's hard to remember. Think of the changes in Wen Shuang's time. Is it not that the story is not a story, but a real thing, and that a is

A possibility flashed through her mind. She thought that Wen Jili had said that Wen Shuang was adopted. Qin Jing's heart jumped. She looked at Wen Shuang with big eyes and was a little incredible.

Wen Shuang seemed to know what Qin Jing was thinking. She nodded with worried eyebrows and her tone was pale and powerless. "Sister-in-law, if a only killed Gu Zhancheng, you can't make friends with him, then I'll be even more impossible."