Look into his eyes. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Every girl longs to be surrounded by flowers and compliments, especially from someone she likes.

Jiang Mingxia thought about it for a long time, since no matter what he said, he couldn't avoid harm, so he chose to be direct.

"You're good, but I don't really have feelings for you. ”

"I have a lover, I'm sorry!

Xiao Qingqing's smile froze on his face, "Brother Jiang, are you joking with me!"

She only felt that her eyes were very blurry, obviously a warm yellow light, but now it was extremely dazzling, so that she couldn't see the expression on Jiang Mingxia's face clearly.

Jiang Mingxia wanted to say something more, but Xiao Qingqing didn't give him this opportunity.

"Brother Jiang, obviously your attitude towards me changed a few days ago. If you really don't have feelings for me, why give me hope?"

Jiang Mingxia couldn't refute it, because he really had a little heart for her, and she was really good. It was only for a moment, but he did have such thoughts.

He really felt hopeless at that time, and wanted to get a little comfort from another person. But that was on the premise that he thought that Li Weiwei really belonged to someone else.

"I'm sorry, Qingqing, it's my fault!"

"However, please give up on me!" Jiang Mingxia got up, stood up and bowed respectfully to Xiao Qingqing opposite. It's really not good for him.

"Miss Qing・・・・・・, you better call the driver to pick you up! ”

After finishing speaking, Jiang Mingxia turned around decisively, crisply and neatly, leaving no hope.

Jiang Mingxia left, no longer paying attention to the choked crying that came from behind.

Walking out of the restaurant with a determined step, I found that it was dark outside. In winter, the days are short and the nights are long, and the sky gets dark relatively quickly. Closing the car door, Jiang Mingxia, who was sitting in the driver's seat, did not start the car. Instead, he took out a cigarette from his pocket, held it in his mouth, and flexibly rotated the lighter with the fingers of his right hand, and with a "snap", lit the flame to illuminate the entire dim carriage.

"Smack. "It's extinguished again.

Jiang Mingxia didn't light this cigarette for a long time, and when he went back, I was afraid that Weiwei and Xiaoxiao would not be happy to smell his smoke.

Smoking out a cigarette, Jiang Mingxia started the car.

It wasn't until half past seven in the evening that Jiang Mingxia returned home.

Li Weiwei and Xiaoxiao watched him come in from the door on the sofa, Jiang Mingxia sighed in his heart, is he still unable to see it so obviously?

Jiang Mingxia walked towards the sofa, Li Weiwei asked him lightly: "Have you had dinner?" When he came in just now, he saw the dinner left for him at the table, and at this time, he replied very wittily: "I'm still hungry?" I ate, but I wasn't full.

"Then you laugh and laugh, and I'll give you hot food. ”

"Don't, don't, I'll do it myself. Jiang Mingxia pressed Li Weiwei's shoulder and flashed into the kitchen by herself.

Li Weiwei looked at his back thoughtfully.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Jiang Mingxia took the initiative to tell a story. By the time he fell asleep and smiled, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

Li Weiwei was still typing in the living room, and he walked out of the door with soft steps.

Leaning against the edge of the door frame, looking at the little woman who was still coding words, her flexible ten fingers flying on the keyboard.

He suddenly remembered that he had been the prototype of a certain story written by Li Weiwei.