Chief, Love for you is wrong

Wen Jili pushed Mu Jing's hand away and looked at her arrogant and threatening face. It was rare to show weakness and frowned slightly.

"Mu Jing, when you come in, you should know that Qin Jing and I will have a wedding next month. At that time, I will have someone send the invitation to Qin Haotian. Do you like it or not?"

"When I come, won't you get married?" Mu Jing chased and asked. Her eyes immediately lit up with hope, but she looked at Wen Jili in a little panic.

Wen Jili's lips were slightly pulled down and bent out a thin sneer. Qingli's pupil became more and more cold and elegant, "Mu Jing, now I smell that Ji Li is going to get a wife. What's the matter with me? It's just to give you an invitation in the face of my fifth uncle."

The cruel and indifferent words came out of Ji Li's lips. Mu Jing's delicate face was a little confused. Looking at the flower house he had built for her, he looked pathetic and whispered, "why ~ ~ ~ why our feelings for more than ten years can't compare with your time of less than half a year ~ ~ ~ why ~ ~ ~"

"Wrong, ah Jing." Wen Jili calmly looked at Mu Jing's lost soul for him, and there was no wave in his eyes. "Not for more than ten years. Our relationship ended as early as five years ago. It's impossible for us not to say that you will come back to me five years later. Even if you set out to go back to China to find me that night five years ago, it's not possible."

Looking at Wen Jili's pressing face, Mu Jing slowly clenched her hand on her side. The man's words were like a sharp and slender needle, which was inserted into her heart. It was painful, but there was no trace.

There was once a man who loved you and gave you all he had. Later, those painful and bloody words you heard came from the same person.

Is there anything worse than this?

"What's the... Date of next month?" Mu Jingcai murmured this sentence for a long time. Even if she painted lip gloss, the blood color of her lips faded to the utmost.

"No. 26." Wen Jili glanced at Mu Jing's pale face. After answering, he calmly turned around. Mu Jing, who had been dying behind, could not stop crying when she heard the silence.

"Why ~ ~ why choose this day ~ ~ ~ why..." she kept whispering.

Seeing that Wen Jili was about to leave the flower house, Mu Jing, who was stunned and stayed in place, suddenly ran up to hold Wen Jili tightly, put his head behind him, held his waist with his hands, and pulled the man she wanted to keep tightly, choking and sobbing, "Why, why choose that day... You tell me, why choose that day... Why ~ ~"

Finally, Mu Jing's voice was already murmuring and sobbing. The voice kept murmuring and repeating the same sentence with a fragile and pleading voice that had never been before.

Wen Jili frowned slightly, and Mu Jing hugged his body. He could feel her shaking slightly because of crying. She frowned, raised her hand, put Mu Jing's hand on, and slightly opened her lips

When Qin Jing ran to the flower house, she saw Wen Jili standing at the door of the flower house. Mu Jing stretched out her hands behind him and hugged him. She stared and opened her eyes roundly. She looked at how Wen Jili's hands were stacked on Mu Jing's hands in front of his belly.

Qin Jing's breathing was very loud. Wen Jili looked up at the man. When he saw Qin Jing looking at his expression in amazement, he was stunned for a moment, and put his hand on Mu Jing's hand.

At one time, the four eyes are opposite.

For a moment, everything was quiet.

All that's left is the wind blowing around