President spoils little sweet wife deeply - Chapter 1249

In fact, even if you come to the amusement park, there is nothing for Jing Qingjia to play with.

She is not in good health, can not play thrilling, can only sit twice on the carousel, and then to sit on the ferris wheel, finally she walked a little tired, sitting on the swing, blowing the wind, squinting at the scenery.

Fu Yishu handed her a cup of warm milk tea and said, “drink a little.”

Jing Qingjia tasted it and found that it was taro mud and milk green. He was stunned and said, “you still remember.”

When she was young, she was no different from other girls. She liked to drink milk tea, eat junk food, and stay up late to pursue dramas. At that time, Fu Yishu couldn’t stand her bad habits.

But at her request, Fu Yishu would compromise again and again to buy her junk food.

She has a choice. She only drinks Taro Milk Green when she drinks milk tea.

In those days when Fu Yishu and Qi Xuan were about to get engaged, she was a little numb and accepted the blind date arranged by her family. The other side was very nice, knowledgeable, self-restraint, scholarly family, and liked her very much.

She felt that there was nothing wrong with living with this person all her life.

After they left the hotel, the man bought her a cup of hot milk tea, a Caramel Milk Tea.

At that time, standing on the street in winter, the cold wind kept blowing. She was holding a cup of warm milk tea in her hand. When she dropped her eyes, tears had already fallen down.

She suddenly said, “sorry, I still can’t accept you.”

The man Leng for a while, gentle ask: “why?”

Holding the milk tea in her hand, Jing Qingjia bit her lip and said, “maybe it’s because…”

“When I want to drink milk tea, you won’t scold me.”

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Now looking back on these old things, it seems as if they have passed away.

Whether it’s naive to follow Fu Yishu behind and call him brother, or run after his car in the rainy night and say that she loves him, or whether she managed to escape from death and her child was buried in his hands

It was a long time ago.

Does she hate Fu Yishu?

Jingqingjia thought, she hates it.

The pain of losing a son is like a cone in the heart.

But she also loves Fu Yishu.

She loved him from childhood to give up dignity and everything.

But the pursuit of more than ten years, in exchange for a pair of decadent to decadent body.

This road is too long, she can not see the light, after all, is tired.

Fu Yishu looked at her expression and asked, “what are you thinking?”

“Nothing.” Jingqingjia holding milk tea, did not drink, she stood up from the swing, said: “let’s go back.”

Fu Yishu said nothing and nodded.

When they got back to Jing’s house and arrived at the gate, Jing Qingjia suddenly said, “just send it here.”

Fu Yishu pursed his lips and said, “I’ll take you back to the yard.”

Jing Qingjia shook her head slightly and said, “just send it here.”

She turned around and looked at Fu Yishu with soft eyes. She said in a soft voice, “in fact, I have countless words I want to tell you, but now I think about it, there is no need to say them.”

“Fu Yishu.” Jing Qingjia laughed: “I’ve forgiven you for a long time. You don’t have to blame yourself or feel guilty.”

It’s just me that I can’t forgive.

Hate myself, too cheap, love you love to be ungrateful.

I hate myself even more. I have no qualification to say I love you.

Now, I set you free,

And please, let me rest.

Without waiting for Fu Yishu to speak, Jing Qingjia had already entered the gate. Her back was thin and far away, blurred by the yellow light.

It’s like it’s going to disappear forever.