Chief, Love for you is wrong

Qin Jing kicked Wen Jili and gave him a horizontal look. "Don't look around and talk about him. Talk about going back to the hospital."

"Really twisted." Wen Jili smiled lightly and picked up the tray with two empty bowls. "I went to the hospital to see grandma before I came back. At that time, Mu Jing just came out of the ward and wanted to leave."

"Did you send her back?" Qin Jing, who was sitting in a circle behind, hurriedly chased and asked, and muttered to himself, "send her back so late!"

Wen Jili pulled a corner of his mouth, ignored someone who was still reading in pieces, and went straight to the kitchen. Qin Jing refused. He slipped down the sofa, put his hand around his abdomen, ran into the kitchen, stood next to him and kicked someone's leg, "Hey, hey, what did you talk about in the car? When did you send her back? Did she ask you to send it? Or did you offer to send it to her? If you offered to send it, why did you offer to send it to her?"

Wen Jili, who was washing dishes, looked at the bubbles in his hands and Qin Jing, who had been talking to himself. He glanced at her faintly and opened his lips slightly, "come here with your hand."

"What are you doing here? You..." although she said so, Qin Jing still obediently stretched out her hand. Unexpectedly, before she finished her words, Wen Jili grabbed her hand directly with his bubble filled hand, and his thin lips sneered, "there are so many stories about eight o'clock. Wash your hands and go to bed early."

Looking at his already clean hands full of bubbles, Qin Jing simply stood on tiptoe and rubbed Wen Jili's face with his hands full of bubbles.

*****

About a week before the due date, Qin Jing was admitted to the hospital for childbirth according to Wen Jili's requirements. When Chen Xiaoting went to explore Qin Jing with a handful of books, she was drawing something with her head down.

Put down the book, move it to Qin Jing's front, bend over and aim, "Jing Jing, what are you painting?"

HMM ~ ~ hearing Chen Xiaoting's voice, I bowed my head to thank Qin Jing, who was painting, and closed the picture book with a pinch, "that's my Q version of life. I have nothing to do. I just want to draw a Q version of cartoon to draw a series of things that have happened since Mr. Wen and I realized that Xiao Wenwen was born."

"Where's the painting?" Chen Xiaoting glanced at Qin Jing's little woman. "Why do you collect it? You think it's a national treasure!"

"That's my national treasure!" Qin Jing groaned back. "When he came back to my home for the second time, he accompanied me. There are still many, many not painted!" Qin Jing ran to the drawer connected to the suite and opened it. There were several hard copy picture books with two q-version dolls on them.

"Here, you see, I've drawn several copies. I'm going to divide this q-version cartoon into six parts. First, acquaintance. Second, acquaintance. Third, love. Fourth, twists and turns. Fifth, life. Sixth, old age. Together, these six parts have a big name, [no regrets, no separation] I've finished drawing acquaintances and acquaintances. I'm drawing in the stage of love. Then, when I'm old and have Alzheimer's disease, I can have my own hand-painted comics. "

Dementia

Chen Xiaoting glanced at Qin Jing with great disdain and gave her a thumbs up for her unpredictability! Who would curse her old age for dementia when she was young? Except Qin Jing, the first person in the world, I really can't find anyone else!

But when Chen Xiaoting wanted to pick up the comic book of [acquaintance ①], Qin Jing grabbed it back and muttered, "no, I'm too ashamed at the acquaintance stage. Don't show it!"