Chief, Love for you is wrong

Everyone agreed not to touch any words related to marriage, let alone the farcical wedding. Sometimes, they suddenly became speechless and silent, which made them feel embarrassed and uncomfortable, but there was nothing they could do.

Mo Bai is very repellent to Wen Jili's appearance every time. Therefore, when Mo Bai is here, Wen Jili will avoid it. After all, it's him who's wrong.

When Chen Ze called, it was after Qin Jing's nap. When Wen Jili was ready to accompany her for a walk outside, he hung up the phone. Wen Jili frowned deeply, his face was handsome, cold and fierce, and his lips were tight.

"What's the matter?" Wen Jili's mood was too cold. He changed his shoes and stood in the porch. Qin Jing asked suspiciously.

Qin Jing's voice brought Wen Jili back from his meditation. He gathered back his cold breath and turned to a faint smile, "it's all right. I'll go out for a walk with you first."

Maybe it's the guilt of repentance and the silence of the reasons for repentance. Wen Jili is almost a compromise soft suit to Qin Jing and does everything he can to be good to her.

He asked her to go back to y city. As a result, Qin Jing only shook her head gently. Without saying a word, he stayed with her in a city for a whole week.

Qin Jing now lives in a high-end residential area that Mo Bai found. Mo Bai doesn't let Wen Jili live here. He goes back to the hotel every night after Qin Jing falls asleep and sits in the hall the next morning.

When Qin Jing didn't wake up, he was not refuted by Mo Bai's cold words. When Qin Jing woke up, he would have breakfast with her, then they took a walk, came back to make lunch for Qin Jing, and they had lunch together. After taking a nap at Qin Jing, he accompanied Qin Jing to the community for a walk and exercise, followed by dinner, day after day.

Qin Jing's words haven't been much since that day. Most of the time they spent together was silent. The feeling of quiet and rippling with a touch of sadness fainted between them. There was a kind of silence and desolation before the butterfly died.

So, at this time, in the face of Wen Jili's answer, Qin Jing had no accident. She only raised her eyes slightly, didn't speak again, and turned to the community.

The weather in the middle and late April is very good. A vest inside and a thin coat outside are enough. Occasionally, a few strands of wind blow, which is even more pleasant.

They went out for a walk at about the same time as the old people and their children after school. We met more often. Later, when we met again, we would say hello.

"Grandma Huang, go to pick up your grandson after class again!" an old woman with a cloth bag came up. Qin Jing smiled and said hello. The old woman looked up and saw Qin Jing and quickly smiled back, "it's Jing Jing! Your husband came out for a walk with you again? Pregnant women should take more exercise. Like my daughter-in-law, she was lazy at the beginning. It was hard to give birth to my little ancestor!"

Qin Jing smiled and nodded. The old lady looked at her watch and quickly waved to Qin Jing, "OK, you go shopping! I'll pick up my ancestors from school first! I'll accompany the little ancestors to the place where they can eat chicken or duck to eat French fries later!"

"Ha ha!" after laughing uncontrollably, Qin Jing smiled back, "grandma Huang, that's KFC, not chicken or duck ~ ~"

"Hey ~ ~ we old women don't understand your young people's stuff. Don't we want to eat French fries? At that time, I made sweet potatoes into strips and gave them to my little ancestor. He didn't even look at them! Oh, it's really difficult for children to serve ~ ~" grandma Huang muttered to herself as she walked to the kindergarten after school.