Chief, Love for you is wrong

Xiaochi nodded vaguely, then pursed his lips shyly, "that mother kisses Xiaochi." then, his thin fingers pointed to his cheeks, and the faint blush faded in an instant.

Luo Yi looked at her clever son. She was always weak and a little sad. She hated him and hated him, but she was always her son. She leaned over slightly and kissed him on his little lips. "Xiaochi is good. Remember to wait for my uncle to pick it up."

Xiaochi shyly touched the place she had just been kissed by Roy and nodded, "well, Xiaochi will wait for her uncle to pick it up this time. She won't be angry again. Mom, don't worry."

After saying a few words with Xiaochi, Luo Yi stood up and walked to the door. She sat on the sofa and read a novel. Wen Shuang saw it. She was a little confused. "Sister Jing, wait for Qin Haotian. Why don't you wait for him?"

Hearing the speech, Luo Yi turned her head and looked at Wen Shuang. Her face was a little cold. Even her words were a little cold. "I have to ask your third brother what agreement he reached with Qin Haotian! Let me even dare not see my uncle!"

Then he turned around and left. The high-heeled shoes were trampling on the wooden floor of the old house. He blinked and then shivered. He was frightened by the cold eyes before Roy left.

*****

"I don't fucking understand. Where is Zheng Ningyu worse than you? You have children. She's going to get married next month, and she's still holding on to you!"

With that, Zheng Ningyu took a cigarette and held a cigarette in his hand. On a cold night, the white smoke curled up with the cold wind. The fireworks were bright and dark in the dark. With Zheng Ningyu's soft and delicate face, it had a unique style.

He took out a can of beer from the plastic bag next to him. Buzz opened the bottle cap and handed it to Zheng Ning. After the rain, he opened another bottle, looked up at the cold lonely moon in the sky, and smelled Ji Li's head up and poured a mouthful of beer. He looked faint.

For a long time, he shook the beer in the can. The beer vibrated in the can and made a clear sound. Wen Jili listened to the sound. His lips with appropriate thickness gave a thin and cold smile. He looked at the decadent Zheng Ningyu and sneered with a light smile.

"Is the situation now very similar to that five years ago when you sat here with me and we were both drunk? At that time, we were drunk and went here all night. Now think about it, I think it was incredible at that time."

Zheng Ningyu pulled down the red lipped demon, raised his slender eyes and eyebrows slightly, took another hard sip of the cigarette in his hand, and the smoke spewed out from his mouth, putting a layer of mist on his delicate face.

"Why don't you stay here with me tonight, like drunk one night five years ago?" he laughed at the corners of his lips, looked at Wen Jili bewitchingly, and the remaining tips showed their sneer.

Wen Jili smiled faintly, and the strength of holding the can increased slightly. With his strength, the cylindrical can body gradually shriveled in. When it shriveled to a certain extent, it could not sink in again.

The can in my hand was raised in front of Zheng Ningyu and smiled faintly, "you see, five years ago, I could directly pinch a can completely flat with one hand. Now, I can't."

Lengleng looked at the can in Ji Li's hand. Zheng Ningyu threw the cigarette that was fast burning to the cigarette butt on the ground, moved his legs, and severely stepped on the clearly extinguished cigarette butt with the sole of his shoe.