Chief, Love for you is wrong

Qin Jing looked up at Shan Yudong and smiled bitterly at the corners of his mouth.

"You know what? At the moment I saw her, I was really scared by her. Mr. Wen tried every means to block my contact with strangers in order not to let Mu Jing have an opportunity. What I was afraid of was that I met Mu Jing alone. In the end, I foolishly took the initiative to walk into Mu Jing's trap and saw her. Even my legs and feet were soft and cold sweat."

Qin Jing's voice was very low and depressed. He was weak and helpless. Shan Yudong narrowed his eyes and mused for a while. For a long time, he breathed out. The narrow peach blossom luck was a little bitter.

He patted Qin Jing on the shoulder, glanced at his watch, didn't continue the topic, raised his eyes and asked, "have you had dinner?"

Qin Jing shook her head. Shan Yudong stood up, patted her trouser legs, pulled Qin Jing's arm and pulled her up, "it's six o'clock. Let's have dinner first. After dinner, I'll ask Tuanzi to come over and give you a gift."

"No appetite now." Qin Jing, who was pulled up by Shan Yudong, lost her voice. I don't know if she heard Shan Yudong's gift just now. She lowered her head and straightened her wrinkled clothes, raised her head and squinted at Shan Yudong, "No, I'll go back to sunset first. Mr. Wen just called. He should be on his way back. He didn't have dinner either. I'll have some with him later."

Shan Yudong smiled helplessly at himself, but he didn't insist any more. He gently swept Qin Jing's shoulder and took her to the direction of the sunset, "let's go. Look at your lost soul, I'll send you back to the sunset. In case anything happens on the way."

Qin Jing walked in the front, and Shan Yudong walked behind with his hands obliquely inserted into his trouser pockets. Occasionally, a gust of wind blew away the heat all day, which made people relaxed, cool and comfortable. It blew that Shan Yudong's hair had grown to the corner of his eyes.

Looking at Qin Jing's back, I don't know if the tip of his hair was inadvertently stabbed into his eyes by the wind. Shan Yudong suddenly felt a little astringent pain in his eyes. Although it was light, it really made people have pain that people can't ignore.

Wen Jili didn't have dinner. You think of him and want to eat with him; but I shan Yudong came here specially for you, and I didn't have dinner. Qin Jing, why don't you think of me?

The wind blew again. Shan Yudong and Qin Jing always kept a distance of about one meter.

Not far, not near. It's a bit like the distance between carousels.

Unfortunately, Qin Jing's words were wrong. The carousel is always the Trojan horse in the rear, always looking at the Trojan horse in front, but the Trojan horse in front never looks back at the Trojan horse behind.

Therefore, even if it's only one meter away in a lifetime, for the Trojan horse behind, what you can get is always the back of the Trojan horse in front that never stops running forward. Leaving it to the Trojan horse behind is always a decision that never looks back.

When he returned to the sunset, Wen Jili had arrived. He raised his eyes and looked behind Qin Jing. Shan Yudong, who had been staring at Qin Jing's back, took back his eyes thoughtfully, went to Qin Jing's front, took her hand and trimmed her messy hair.

Qin Jing suddenly hugged Wen Jili's waist and fell in his arms, choking with sadness, "Mr. Wen, let's go home."

Shan Yudong walked behind him. His cool hands were obliquely inserted into his trouser pockets. His tall figure was pulled down by the sunset. He looked at the two people hugging each other in front and suddenly felt that he was very sad and ridiculous.

The corners of the lips were unnaturally bent with a smile of evil spirits, and the evil face was a little sad, but it was bewitching.

The woman, perhaps, from beginning to end, forgot a man named Shan Yudong, so she followed her and walked silently.