His Long Love

"In five years, there are many things that can change." The cynical expression on Ji Wanzhou's face finally changed and became quite normal. "How do you know the development of Ji's over the years?"

Meng Qingge choked a sentence, really she did not understand what Ji Shi is doing now. Ji Wanzhou's ability does not rule out his five-year sideline work, although the possibility is very small.

"I didn't expect to be so bold and try every field." Meng Qingge can only respond to two sentences.

Ji Wanzhou didn't mean to be angry. Instead, he looked at Levis with a smile and said, "I think the next words are not suitable for outsiders."

"There is no one here who is your wife. If you want to say it, you don't want to say that we are going to leave." Meng Qingge looks at Ji Wanzhou coldly. She tosses all day and doesn't want to waste spirit for these things.

"I just want to tell you, you can't let Xiaoxue not see her father all the time." Ji Wanzhou means to say that he knows that the lifeblood of Meng Qingge is snow and snow, and it is very likely that he and Qingge's daughter are.

Sure enough, Meng Qingge almost did not hesitate to persuade Levis to leave first, "Levis, you go back first. I think I need to have a good talk with Mr. Ji. "

"OK, you should be safe. I'll always be by your side and be on call." Levis is a gentleman's answer to Meng Qingge. He patted Meng Qingge on the shoulder and turned away neatly.

"Well, there are only two of us left. What do you want?" Meng Qingge's eyes are full of

"I haven't eaten yet." Ji Wanzhou's purpose was exposed, and he was not upset. Instead, he relaxed, as if he had come to pick up Meng Qingge for dinner.

Just as there is no gap in these five years.

"It's no use looking for me when you go to a restaurant for dinner." Meng Qingge is really tired. Her sharp high-heeled shoes become like two awls on the soles of her feet. She is firmly nailed to the ground. Even though her upper body has to be shaken by the wind, Meng Qingge still insists on not letting herself be timid.

Ji Wanzhou looks at Meng Qingge and shivers. Along the graceful curve, he can see the bottom ankle. The blood vessels of the instep exposed from the high-heeled vamp are protruding, like a crawling centipede, all over the foot.

Season evening boat suddenly some heartache, open the car, can't help but say the horizontal embrace Meng Qingge, regardless of the people is struggling to throw people into the co pilot.

And he was standing by the door, not closing, not leaving.

"Are you sick?" Meng Qingge doesn't know what kind of nerves Ji Wanzhou made. She throws her into the car and looks at her like this?

If they don't speak, they will look at each other like this for a night. Meng Qingge thought about this scene and felt cold on his back.

Ji Wanzhou just stares at her and doesn't speak. Meng Qingge feels bored and just sits down at this height. Meng Qingge simply takes off her shoes and throws them aside. Naturally, she puts her feet out on the slippers. Meng Qingge immediately looks down.

is as like as two peas in the familiar position, the same style. In order to wear high-heeled shoes tired feet, you can relax.

Her heart for a time mixed feelings, did not expect season evening boat actually still keep this habit. But obviously it won't be for her. I don't know if it's for the daughter of the Wang family.

When Meng Qingge thought of this place, his heart was sour and astringent. Although he knew that these things had nothing to do with him, he was not happy to see his little habits as a means to take care of other women.

Season evening boat sees Meng Qingge staring at this pair of slippers, he just reacts that he seems to be a little exposed. So early let Meng Qingge know his mind, he is more passive.

"I didn't expect that the Wangs have such a habit. Ji Zong is really able to be a saint of love." Meng Qingge said so without salt or salt.

You know, in order to put it here, she spent a lot of time to agree with Ji Wanzhou.

Ji Wanzhou took a breath and continued to say with a straight face, "Oh, Qingge, jealousy are all written on the face, but I look carefully, it is not as charming as it was then. No wonder the fine lines in the corner of the eyes are really disgusting."

"It's not as good as Miss Wang's two or eight years old, but if one dares to marry another, it's a good match." Meng Qingge said with a smile that her feet were liberated in the soft slippers, and immediately people also had a lot of spirit. "Since it's so disgusting, it's better to let me go back. There are people waiting for me who don't dislike me."

as like as two peas, you are so reluctant to welcome me. Ji Wanzhou squints his eyes, as if recalling something.

"I'm sorry. You can't sleep if you want to." Meng Qingge stemmed his neck and glared at Ji Wanzhou without showing weakness. What's wrong with this person. Must make her angry before class, must watch her suffer before having fun?

"Meng Qingge." Season evening boat low voice roars a, look at the small person inside the car darkly.

Season evening boat a hand to control Meng Qingge's head, attached to the body in the past, tightly blocked this hurt mouth."Remember, you owe me a meal, and I'll ask you for it." Season evening boat hoarse voice says.

Meng Qingge for a long time did not return to God, she was a little confused, why two people entangled with each other again, become such a strange situation.

Perhaps all this had already been decided when she decided to return to Jiangcheng.

"Give me an IOU."

"What?" Meng Qingge immersed in the sad autumn moon, a time did not respond to the season, the boat is still in front of.

"IOU. It will save someone who has a bad head and play tricks on his debts. " Ji Wanzhou takes it for granted.

"No writing." Meng Qingge's face is full of black lines. It's a shame to do so. It's not like children in kindergarten playing with each other. "

"Then you don't want to leave me for half a step until the meal is served."

"I'll give it back to you now."

"I don't mind. You can only go home with me and cook it for me at this time." Ji Wanzhou said with ease.

Meng Qingge raised his hand to look at his watch, and then he believed that he had spent so much time here.

She hated gnashing teeth, how always fold in front of this man, "I write."

Ji Wanzhou got a thin business card, very proud.