Chief, Love for you is wrong

When the door of the room closed, Qin Jing pointed to the bathroom next to him. "There is an independent bathroom here. Go and change your clothes. Pass it out and I'll help you make it up."

Wen Jili only swept the room a few times. His eyes, which were a little gentle, became alienated again. When he looked at Qin Jing, his eyes were like dark and dark, "this is not your room?"

I don't know what Wen Jili meant by this question. Qin Jing answered honestly, "this room isn't mine. It's Mo Bai's."

"Why?"

I can't hear the mood of the questioner. It seems that I just follow the chat above and ask naturally.

"Mobai doesn't like people entering my room."

One asked naturally and the other answered naturally.

Standing not far away, Wen Jili suddenly turned around, his dark eyes narrowed slightly, his light lips closed in a straight line, and then looked at Qin Jing with a smile.

"As an old man, you have to be allowed to enter the old woman's room?"

This is used too deliberately by others.

It seems that I want to bite back Qin Jing's sentence. I don't like the word "others" when "others" enter my room, but at this time, no one can hear the intention.

Qin Jing stood at a loss. He quickly opened Mo Bai's door and went to the next bedroom.

Of course, Wen Jili followed him.

Entering the room, I smelled a faint smell of soap, which was the usual smell Qin Jing had.

As soon as the door was closed, Wen Jili took off his clothes and didn't put on Mo Bai's pajamas. He just leaned against the next chair and began to look at the room.

Compared with the room just now, I know that the woman chose a guest bedroom for herself.

"Qin Jing, how far can you pay for Mo Bai?"

The man looked at the room once and looked back, but suddenly asked.

Qin Jing, who was looking for a needle and thread, was slightly stunned. He only paused. He continued to take out the needle and thread box and put it on the next table. He grabbed his clothes and replied, "all."

Wen Ji Li frowned. He didn't know whether it was because of this answer or other reasons.

He looked at the woman in front of him and began to wear needle and thread. His eyes were staring at the pinhole. He took one end of the thin thread and was concentrating on going through the pinhole.

The thin thread slanted through the pinhole, but it was a little annoyed.

Put the focus on the pinhole again and thread the needle again, but her eyes began to narrow slightly. Holding one end of the thin thread, she pushed slowly towards the pinhole, but it was still inclined. The woman's mouth was a little dissatisfied and pouted slightly.

With a breath, Qin Jing raised the needle and thread to her eyes again, half narrowed her eyes directly, focused on fighting with the pinhole, reduced the speed to the slowest and slowly threaded the needle.

Succeeded

The woman's face unconsciously showed a happy expression. Her eyes were bent. She was holding her dressed needle and thread in front of the man next to her, like a primary school student who had received a certificate of award and waited for praise.

In a flash, when Qin Jing turned to see the man, he immediately took back that joy, bowed his head again, and seriously repaired the scattered buttons on his clothes.

A woman's smile and eyes were caught up by a man's eyes, smelling Ji Li's lips.

They didn't say a word. Only occasionally, Qin Jing, who hung her head to mend buttons, sometimes hung her hair in front of her forehead to block her sight. From time to time, she had to lift her hair behind her ears.

Several more times, the next time the hair hangs down again, Wen Jili next to her takes the initiative to lift the hair behind her ears, with gentle and detailed movements.