I’ve been in contact before and I know that the birch is coming.Xu Lin also invited the two mothers out for a while.

This would put Joe Fei in the baby’s cradle next to her, and she had already made tea on the tea table.

In fact, Xu Lin loves Longjing, but today it is the golden eyebrows, this tea is not only Qiao Song, white birch, Chen Jing also like.

Logically, because Baihua likes golden jungo, Josong gradually got used to that taste, and he also took Chen Jing to drink golden jungo.

Xu Lin did not know this, only that all three of them liked Jin Jun's eyebrows.

And when he turned his head, he saw Josson and the birch coming in together.Just got up to meet, quickly came to the birch to indicate that the birch sat down: "Walk less during the moon."

"Not so expensive."

“No, how does it show that I care about people?”

“Birth, you are a bad one!”

“I’m almost more than you.”

In the face of Xu Lin can be different from Choson, birch is more relaxed.After a few jokes, she looked down at Little Joe in the baby basket.

"It looks like Josson."

“The birch... the party is still here.”

"It's a pity you don't look good."

Following the atmosphere just now, Josun was amused, and the happy Xu Lin answered: "If you are beautiful, who can be more birch than you?"

“If it’s too much, who can be better than you?”

“Are we so funny to each other?”

“We are telling the truth.”

Not proud, not modesty, birch is right, they are all telling the truth.And she also took a gold lock out of her pocket, like Chen Jing before.

"The Puff Lock is in place, and I'll give the child a long life lock."

Put the long-life lock into the cradle, and Josun and Xu Lin are not saying thank you, so let it go naturally.Two wise men also heard that she had seen Chen Jing before she came.

After that, Bai Hua sat in front of Xu Lin, and also brought a cup of tea into his mouth, tasted the aroma, but said that the former playful bridge:

When I was very young, I liked tea.When I was in high school, Josson asked me what was golden eyebrows, and I said it was a kind of black tea.Then he bought me a bottle of iced black tea after school.

"At that time, Josson, stupid some cute."

Not only is it cute, it’s also very poor.He practiced football activities, had a larger amount of food, and had a lot of money to bring to school every time.Three dollars for a bottle of iced black tea is the money for his dinner."

The beginning of the story is the beginning of a fascination.In front of Xu Lin, Baihua suddenly talked about the past.And Josson, sitting down, did not answer.

Bai Hua continued: "He has always had a heavy mind, and he will hide his pain in his heart."Such Josson is worthy to be loved by a good woman.”

“I admit it.”

"And, of course, Josson has too much scruples."

“We all know.”

“He’s stupid and has a lot of flaws.But as you said, Josson is adorable."

“Oh...”

She realized that no matter how Josson changed.In the eyes of the birch, he is still as before.

That's fine, it's a birch choice.

And Josson sat down, still silent.The child wept, and he got up and took his son in his arms.

Bai Bing looked at him and asked, “Will Joe Fei grow up and play football?”

"Respect for the child's choice."

“Hmm.”

“White birch, what do you want to say today?”

"I want to see you once unscrupulous."

“...”

“Do you feel unscrupulous?Also, twice with a serious injury to the right leg, but it’s not for you.Joss, be selfish once.

We, and I all want you to be like that.”

Compared to Xu Lin and Chen Jing, Bai Huan's words are more direct.Josson understood, but at the end of the day, he really couldn’t help it.

He looked down at the baby in his arms, and after being picked up, he did not cry, and closed his eyes comfortably.

The little guy likes to be held, and this sleeps very well.

Like his father, Josson, always loves to find a comfortable space.But adults are not little people, and they can’t be coaxed all the time.

He looked up at the birch again, looked at Xu Lin, and Jossun... closed his eyes.

...

By the river, the autumn wind is cold.

A blue dress, blue hair dancing in the wind.

Chen Jing, who had been silent for a long time, thought that Zi Su, asked, “Did he and Baihua often walk here?”

"Well, in the summer, Josson will jump in the river and touch the fish."

“He’s going to be great.”

“It’s just great, it’s just arrogant.”

In addition to the birch, Zisu was the one who witnessed the most Josson.But she is different from the birch, preferring to witness the change of Josson again.

Reaching out his hand to Chen Jing’s shoulder: “That was the former him, it doesn’t matter to you.”The man you love is Josson."

“Son, is everything fair?”To me, to him, to Xu Lin, to the birch...”

“This is not important, and everyone has the right to pursue happiness.”

"I want to cry."

"I'll cry."

In Chen Jing’s shoulder hand, move to her face.Gently touch the past, Zisu will take a few steps back and turn away from here.

She first accompanied Josong, birch, and then with Chen Jing, Qiao Song.So far, Sue doesn’t know the answer.

But she could not bear to look at them, accompany them in the process, but also let her heart become irritated.

Bless you, bless Josun, birch, and even more bless Xu Lin and her children.

In my heart, Sue is out of here.

And Chen Jing did not cry out, leaning his body on a sycamore tree and looking forward to it.

In the autumn, drink water to meet the glory, and the leaves drifted eastward.

On the side of the road, the car comes and goes.

There is no cloud in the sky, and the sky is as clean as it is washed.

All the scenery, gathered into a picture with abstract beauty, branded in Chen Jing's heart.

...

Bai birch came out of the house, Xu Lin hugged the child, and Josson hugged her.

He put his head on her forehead for a long time.

She smiled, tears crossed her right eye.

The subtlety of Josun's tears was his left eye.Because the face was close together, their tears were fused.

Without speaking, Josson walked outside.

Waiting for her birch, watching him pass by, look at Xu Lin in the house.Her tears were gone, only a smile that floated in the world.

Bai Hua also smiled, nodded to her, and said in a voice that only she heard: "In the past years, you are the most beautiful woman when you end."

Xu Lin did not respond, and Yan smiled and looked down at her own child in her arms.

“Joey, congratulations to your father!”

Looking up outside, Jossong did not see his face, and the birch left.In the sky, like a blue sky, there is love and hate in the eyes.

“Joey, you should thank him.My life is not alone.”

If you want to be sad, the baby will cry again.Xu Lin did not hold back, and was happy again: "Little hater, and shello to her mother, good!"

...

The birch pulled the car and parked it under the back door of the alma mater.After getting out of the car, the two slowly walked to the old place.

Josson said, “The boy doesn’t know... I don’t know...”

“You don’t like to learn.”In response to a smile, Bai Hua took the words: "The young man did not know the taste of sorrow, fell in love with the floor."Love the floor, for the new word strong worry.

Now I know the feeling, I want to say rest.Say it off, but it's a cold autumn."

Even if the temperament becomes free, the momentum of the ancient rhyme in the birch bone will not leave.In her beautiful voice, she reads an old word beautiful.

Josson looked next to him, but smiled and said, "The word for giving up the disease."

"You're not stupid.'

“Thank you.”

“Take a walk with me.”

“All right.”

Then the birch took the initiative to extend his right hand, and then the two of them held together and walked toward the river.

This is the road they have walked too much, but this time holding hands, just holding hands.

There is no smell, no more irritability.

Simply, they smiled and walked toward the row of sycamore trees on the other side of the river.

From a distance, there stood a blue figure.

...

White birch, birch!

Standing in the same place, Chen Jing, who had never moved, silently remembered her name in his heart.

For too long, she also regarded her as a shadow, living under her shadow.

Now Chen Jing seems to be a cocoon.

Looking at the distance, the birch in the sun seemed to be laughing.She is really beautiful, beautiful and intoxicating.

Chen Jing felt that a woman like her was not a shadow, but a beautiful wind, a beautiful sun, which made the heart warm.

I also feel that another woman, more like a big pillar, supports the stepping of her own life.

Shirley, Lynn!

She was also reading her name, and Chen Jing was grateful and grateful to her.As warm as my sister, it illuminated the world of the heart like a lighthouse of the name.

The last glance, locked on the right side of the birch, Josson.

He ...

Bastards, scoundrels, that was the most common name for Josson in the past few years.

But such a man, and let Chen Jing into a quagmire ... no, in a sap of autumn wave, can not take the left and right.

He stood still, waiting for his arrival.

...

The road is not easy, even slow.

Every step represents the past, the present, and the future.

At first, I was still laughing, and then I held the birch hand more and more force.

And on the last part of the road, the birch let go of his hand: "Josun, you and I are destined for the road, this is the end."

“Hmm.”

"I'm sending you, you're sending me, don't say goodbye to each other."

“Hmm.”

Turn around and return to the birch road.Josong stood still, and Chen Jing in front of Chen Jing watched the white birch figure gradually drift away.

Until her figure disappeared in sight, Qiao Song and Chen Jing's eyes met.

Chen Jing did not move, and Josong stepped forward.

A distance of tens of meters, very close and far.

But whether the road was long or short, Josson did not stop.

Close, near, near.

His face was in Jossant’s eyes.

Josh’s face has always been in Chen’s heart.

Close enough, only one arm was close.Josh stopped and looked at Chen Jing.

Nine years of knowing each other, living together, together.

It’s a cold autumn, and autumn... it’s autumn.

Finished the whole book!

It’s not well written, but I’m grateful for the book My Unbelevering Bosses.

Write a book for five years, in the past to write for a living king, write casual, write to force the face.To be honest, that book makes money more than real-life books.

It’s the fast-paced era, and most people prefer the fast-paced stuff.

But the boss lady this book, let me save enough experience, even if not well written, I also love her.

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