Like me? Like me? He likes me? What does this sentence mean? Chen Jing forgot the concept of liking. What is liking? This is too scary. A few days ago, I loved Miss Wen so much that she was not bad. Why did she suddenly like herself today? When did this start? Is it just now? It's too unreasonable. He is not planning any more. Chen Jing is still self-aware of herself. Although she is not old and has a weak color, she is not a silly and sweet woman. A woman with high IQ and independent intelligence, but, no matter how she thinks, she is not, and she should not be the little brother's dish. It's too terrible, too terrible, and there is no rhythm at all.

Chen Jing pointed at herself with a trembling trembling, "Happy, I like, don't joke."

Mu Qing stood up and stood in front of Chen Jing with a tall figure.

"What I said is true."

Chen Jing smiled reluctantly,

"If it were you, would you believe it?"

"Why not?"

"Hey, Master, I can't stand joking. If you do this, I will lose my head."

At this time, Xiaobin came over and said, "Auntie, Tangtang is gone." Xiaobin grabbed Chen Jing's sleeve.

"Stop it," Chen Jing said, "Even if you like me, it's useless. I don't like you." Chen Jing helped Xiaobin down and grabbed her hand, and said ruthlessly.

Mu Qing's first confession was without romance, no beauty and romance. Instead, it ushered in Chen Jing's ruthless counterattack.

"Okay, I understand." Mu Qing's bitter voice. Even if he is brave, he is hopeless about wishful thinking.

"Sorry, your phone." Mu Qing handed the phone to Chen Jing, and Chen Jing took it mechanically.

As his eyes flashed across his face, Chen Jing felt a sudden pain in her heart.
Chapter completed!