His Long Love

After dinner, Ji Wanzhou holds the portrait of Meng Qingge and drops a few drops of eye drops into his eyes.

Meng Qingge skimmed his mouth, eyebrow tail picked pick, "actors who use eyedrops to pack tears are not good actors."

Ji Wanzhou's eyes suddenly watery, "I didn't want to be an actor."

Meng Qingge took a mobile phone and aimed at Ji Wanzhou, "since you don't want to be an actor, why should I cooperate with you?"

Ji Wanzhou brewed a mood, tears in his eyes and sadness on his face. This looks like missing his wife.

"Frown a little more." Meng Qingge looked at the season boat on the screen of the mobile phone and was conducting, "yes, yes, very good, that's it."

Press the shutter and shoot it.

"All right." Meng Qingge picked her eyebrows and looked at this photo. She felt very satisfied, so she gave her mobile phone to Ji Wanzhou.

Season evening boat immediately returned to normal expression, took the mobile phone, looked up, "en, good."

I logged in to Weibo and posted a new one.

Ji Wanzhou: @ Meng Qingge, two boundless life and death, speechless tears.

Then add the picture that Meng Qingge took just now to the back.

Meng Qingge looks at the content of Ji Wanzhou's writing beside her, and she can't help but smoke. This person really can pretend, tut tut.

In the afternoon, Ji Wanzhou had a meeting to hold and returned to the company.

I didn't expect to meet Ji Yao and Ji Mengyao as soon as I entered the company.

Ji Wanzhou did not want to pay attention to them, ready to go directly to the past.

But unexpectedly, Ji Mengyao didn't resist and asked with a smile, "manager Ji, is the funeral finished so soon? Do you want me to give you an extra holiday? In memory of your dead wife

Ji Yao slightly frowned and pulled Ji Mengyao. This woman, isn't it all right to ask for trouble?

Ji Wanzhou's body was stunned and stopped. Looking at Ji Mengyao, who was elated and ridiculed, his eyes moved down and fell on her slightly raised stomach, and his voice was cold, "do you want to do a funeral for your child?"

Ji Mengyao's face immediately changed, pointing to Ji Wanzhou, "you dare to move my baby, you try!"

Ji Yao's face also became a little ugly, frowning at Ji Wanzhou, "you don't put your anger on other people's heads, and the death of your wife has nothing to do with us."

Ji Mengyao saw Ji Yao talking, so he was even more unscrupulous, "that's right. What's the matter with your wife's death? Why do you want to hurt the child in my stomach? Meng Qingge's life is hard. I didn't expect that she didn't kill you, but let you die. Ha ha, it's really interesting. "

Ji Mengyao's voice just fell, Ji Wanzhou's slap on her.

"Pa!" A sound, loud and clear.

Passing colleagues all stopped and looked at the scene in front of them.

Ji Mengyao was directly beaten into Ji Yao's arms.

Ji Yao was suddenly angry. In his face, he beat his woman, Ji Wanzhou. Are you going too far? "Ji Wanzhou! Don't go too far! "

"Mind your mouth." Ji Wanzhou glanced at Ji Mengyao coldly, "let me hear this again. Don't blame me for being rude!"

After that, Ji Wanzhou went to the elevator.

Ji Mengyao was beaten and cried, and Ji Yao didn't help him out, "look at him like that!"

Ji Yao took Ji Mengyao and left the company. "What are you doing to provoke him? Meng Qingge has just died, and he is suffering. Don't you say this is hitting the wound? "

Ji Mengyao's face has been swollen up, "I'm not angry for a while, he dare to make our baby's idea. Do you think he will attack our baby?"

Ji Yao looked at Ji Mengyao's tiny bulging stomach, and his eyes darkened. "We should be careful in the future. We should not offend the plague God Ji Wanzhou recently."

Ji Mengyao touched his stomach and nodded, "well, I know."

Ji Yao drove back to the seaside apartment with Ji Mengyao.

But in front of the apartment, he saw a man he didn't want to see now.