Chapter 943

That is to say, only she knows the difference between Wen Qing and those people.

Only he, can give her the feeling of palpitation.

He found it difficult to communicate with her, so he asked, "what do you like about me?"

Zheng Meijia chuckled, and her little hand frivolously pinched his chest muscle. "Green duckling has first-class Kung Fu in bed. Who doesn't like it?"

“……”

He helped the forehead, pressed out the cigarette end, did not intend to continue to ask, but there was no reason to be relieved.

Up to now, there is still some uncertainty in the bottom of his heart, but she is so sunny, suddenly let him have a little expectation.

The light on her shines into his heart which has been sealed for a long time. Maybe in the future, she can bring him more incredible. Maybe when they are old, he can sigh. Fortunately, he didn't give up at the beginning.

"I'm really sleepy." Zheng Meijia rubbed her eyes and yawned. She was really tired now.

"Good night..." After a few days, she finally got a good sleep. After lying down, she fell asleep a few minutes later.

Wen Qing looked at her sleeping face silently for a long time.

"Good night, Jiajia."

……

Late heard the good news of the two and suddenly a little distressed himself, in order to be a good God assists, God knows how much trouble she has.

Life is still going on peacefully, everyone is living their own life.

Chi Wan is recuperating every day, hoping to be pregnant with her and Wenmo's children as soon as possible.

In her spare time, she would go to see her parents. When she was inspired, she would pick up a pen and write down the wonderful plot. Occasionally, she would invite some well-known domestic screenwriters and directors to have dinner and ask for knowledge at the dinner table to recharge her batteries.

When I heard about Qinglai, Chi Wan was studying the reasons why foreign films were easy to produce classics.

As soon as he came in, he asked, "sister-in-law, is the boss at home?"

She pointed upstairs, "in the study."

Wen Qing nodded and trotted up, as if there was something urgent.

Wen Mo is looking for a document from the desk. When he sees him coming, he puts down his pen and lies down in the chair.

"What's the result?"

Wen Qing put a stack of information in his hand on the desk, "it's all here."

Wen Mo opened one and looked at it carefully. "It's good that people from the Ministry of national security can get these."

He pointed to the smooth tabletop, and Qingjun's eyebrows were covered with a layer of evil. "I'll sort out the information first, and you'll come back in half an hour and give it to my father-in-law in person."

Wen Qing said, "it's hard for general song to resist the pressure and ask the Ministry of national security to conduct a thorough investigation. Otherwise, if we can't get these things, we suspect that any more of them will be useless."

He stretched, "then I'll stay downstairs for a while, and I won't disturb you to do big things."

"Go ahead." Wen Mo said, the nib in a sensitive number, circled the important information.

Wen Qing went downstairs and said hello to Chi Wan who was squeezing fruit in the kitchen. Then he sat down on the sofa and played with his mobile phone.

"Here you are. Try it." She came out and handed him a glass of pineapple and lemon juice. "I'm a new combination. I feel good about it."

"Thank you." Wen Qing took a drink and almost didn't vomit. He choked down and said, "sister-in-law, your taste is very Unique. "

"I think so," he said