His distant gaze fell on Qin Jing's face, and he quickly turned it back. He said lightly to Qin Jing, "I didn't care just now."

An apology without any emotion, or not an apology at all, but simply stating one thing is more meaningful.

He lay down on the sofa next to him and pointed to the ointment on the table. "Apply the red one first. After the red is dry, apply the white one. After that, you can leave."

Qin Jing was a little embarrassed, she knew they were husband and wife

Even if I don’t go to see her tomorrow

If that incident hadn't happened, Qin Jing could have asked him how he got it. He was so embarrassed just now, but now it's hard to ask him.

These strips of marks, crisscrossing each other, must have been beaten many times, and are obviously artificial whip marks.

Who dares to whip such a proud son of the emperor? He has to whip so many whips, all of which are bloody.

Why would this man be willing to be whipped?

The next day, the two of them got up at 8 o'clock. As soon as Qin Jing opened the door, Wen Jili also happened to open the door. Qin Jing was a little embarrassed. The two of them had never said anything since the incident last night until later.

One sentence.

Wen Jili was not so grateful. Seeing Qin Jing standing there a little stunned, he touched her head and said, "I'm not here to see you today."

The warmth of his palms came from the top of his head, as well as the familiar distant tone, which made Qin Jing feel a little depressed.

People say.

People with cold hands have warm hearts and are red;

People with warm hands have cold hearts and are black.

how about yours……

Qin Jing wanted to raise his head and ask the man in front of him.

Wen Jili, how cold is your heart?

Feeling the doubt in Qin Jing's eyes, Wen Jili rarely asked, "What's wrong?"

Qin Jing shook his head, "Nothing!"

How cold your heart is, whether it's black or red, it's none of my business!

The two of them had some breakfast at the five-star hotel, and only packed a soup dumpling and custard bun to bring to her.

Qin Jing always feels that she

The clothes on their bodies, although made of the same texture as the children of the family next door, are very rough.[

The difference is that the clothes on her and Mo Bai's bodies are always clean and smell of soap.

Sitting in the car, Qin Jing thought of her

Qin Jing's eyes were red, and he was holding the soup dumplings and custard buns in his hands, his hands were shaking a little, and his nose was sobbing a little, "Wen Jili, I

Wen Jili gave a low "hmm", thought for a while, and finally freed up his hand and grabbed Qin Jing's slightly trembling hand, feeling a cold feeling in his palm.
Chapter completed!