As She Wished

7

Fu Jing stared at the message on the screen, blinked vigorously, raised the back of his hand against his cheek, it was a bit hot again. She quickly replied to Qin Zijin: [I understand! ]

A lychee-flavored lollipop.

She peeled off the sugar paper, ate it with her mouth in her mouth, and quickly sent the three drafts of the paper to her supervisor while sitting in front of the computer. Hum with joy.

After sending, close the computer.

After taking a shower, Fu Jing went to bed very obediently.

"..."

Just falling asleep, dreaming continuously.

It was the scene she had seen in a daydream while sitting in a bar before, continuing on--

Fu Jing didn't care to pour the tea on the paper.

I copied most of the Buddhist scriptures for most of the hour, but because of this tea stain all was invalidated, and I had to start over. Juanli is full of small prints, and the man imitated Fu Jing's handwriting.

It was trying to catch a knife for her.

Fu Jing saw that the person looked normal, and didn't even move his brows. He simply put down the teapot and sat beside her, and asked blatantly, "I made you not angry for so long in vain? They all said that you are a temperamental person. It's the worst. On the surface, it's good to me, but in reality, I hate me terribly. Maybe I'm thinking how to kill me."

She was stunned when she heard the words, but just smiled, "What does Jiaojiao think?"

"I don't know," Fu Jing replied quickly, "but I think you are at least reluctant to kill me. At most, you will gain momentum in the future and kick me off quickly."

"...That's what I really thought in my heart?"

Fu Dingjing simply said, "Yeah!"

She smiled again and shook her head as if she didn't care. After a few seconds, she suddenly raised her hand to twist the tip of her nose, her tone couldn't help but annoyed, "It's really a little thing with no conscience!"

At that time the sweet-scented osmanthus blossomed, and the world was full of autumn.

The most malicious woman in the rumors, seemed to have only a gentle and gentle expression in front of the little princess. Always considerate and indulge, helplessly pampering.

Nine years older, she brought her up almost single-handedly.

Being dependent on each other really spoiled her forever.

Later, the city was full of cold winter.

In the mountain temple, green smoke is endless.

Fu Jing leaned down and bowed in front of the Buddha, with drooping eyebrows, and said sincerely: "If there is an afterlife, please don't let her remember me, don't let her remember me at all. I will look for her and change me..."

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At dawn the next day, the alarm clock rang.

Fu Jing was dizzy, almost suspecting that he hadn't fallen asleep all night, frowning and touching the phone. The back pain felt like falling to the floor in the middle of the night.

She straightened up and pressed off the alarm clock, getting up with difficulty.

I remember that I was dreaming continuously.

Thinking back to what I had dreamed of, only a hazy shadow appeared barely.

Entering the bathroom, Fu Jing brushed his teeth dazedly, raised his eyes, and looked at himself in the mirror. His face was pale, his eyes were dull, and there were obvious dark circles.