Chief, Love for you is wrong

Wen Jili received a call from Zhu Wenli. When she came to the cafe, Qin Jing sat in the cafe and felt someone put her hand on her shoulder. Qin Jing looked up blankly and valued the man's handsome face. She flattened her mouth and directly raised her hand to hold the man's waist as if no one else. She wanted to seek shelter. Her head was lazily attached to Wen Jili's abdomen and breathed quietly.

"I'm sorry to hear Ji Li." for a long time, she whispered, a little tired.

Wen Jili patted Qin Jing on the back, "let's go home, huh?"

She looked up at him, and the bottom of her eyes was deeply tired, "I don't want to walk."

Wen Jili smiled faintly with a gentle voice, "if you don't walk, I'll hold you."

She was stunned to open her eyes, but she had been gently held up by the man. Ignoring the people around, she walked out of the door with the people in her arms as usual.

"You see, people dare to hold their girlfriend in public like this. Last time I asked you to squat down and tie my shoelaces. You refused!" the passing girl bumped into the man holding her hand next to her and complained with dissatisfaction.

"I'm so happy to be held by my man like this." another woman looked at Wen Jili walking out and said with envy.

"I wish I had a boyfriend like that. Last time I twisted my foot and asked him to hold me, he said I was sorry. Finally, he just held me and let me limp home."

"Tut Tut, that man is so handsome! His girlfriend is really lucky."

"I think of the boy who was willing to carry me in public when I was in high school. It's a pity that my family didn't let me go with him..." the familiar scene even reminded a girl of her first love, and her eyes were red with sadness.

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Hearing the comments of passers-by, Qin Jing turned her neck and buried her head in Wen Jili's arms, but her hands around his neck tightened slightly.

This man, as long as it is what he wants to do, no matter how humiliating or how strange his behavior will attract, he can be calm and calmly do what he wants to do.

Seeing Wen Jili coming out with his little wife in her arms, Zhu Wenli immediately hit the back door of the car, "what's the matter with Mrs. San Shao? I'm sorry, I didn't do my duty."

Gently put Qin Jing into the back seat of the car, took off her shoes and put her legs on the seat. Wen Jili looked up at Zhu Wenli, who blamed herself, and said faintly, "it's none of your business. Drive." then he also sat in.

Along the way, even back to the blue lake villa, Qin Jing didn't speak. He occasionally opened his eyes. Most of the time, he closed his eyes, a little quiet and a little sad.

"What's the matter with the third uncle and aunt?" Wen Rongqi looked at Qin Jing, who had been sitting on the sofa without talking, and asked Wen Jili, who was sitting next to her.

Wen Jili rubbed Rong Qi's head, looked at the picture in his hand, and whispered, "what's the matter?"

Wen Rongqi handed the painting to Wen Jili, and his voice was a little low.

"The teacher said that people who don't love in their hearts can't draw good paintings. She said that my sketching skills are very solid, and the details of the characters are well handled. However, the paintings drawn have no feelings and can't infect people. She said that my paintings look like dead things without life."

Wen Jili took Wen Rongqi's painting and asked him to sit next to it. After gathering the blanket over Qin Jing's body, he turned to Wen Rongqi and said, "Xiao Qi, do you have such a feeling when you look at your painting? Tell your third uncle what you think when you draw."