Jing Jiaren squeezed the wild flowers in her hands tightly and led the horse forward.
Leng Ran's figure sat on the big horse: "Do I allow you to go?"
Still has that high and mighty aura.
"What are you doing here? I don't have the patience to ask a third time." His whip suddenly swung over and wrapped around Jing Jiaren's waist. "If you don't answer me, you will fall into the river."
"Mr. Ximen, please note that I am a pregnant woman!?"
The word "pregnant woman" obviously angered Ximen Longting, and his eyes narrowed dangerously.
Damn this woman!
Always when his life is returning to calm, it suddenly appears in front of him and stirs up some troubles.
That time it was a watch, but this time, she came directly to France.
"A pregnant woman still rides a horse? It's really hard work."
Jing Jiaren was shocked, she forgot...
She never cared much about this child, it was like a cancer in her body, and she had no love at all.
Not only did I ride horses, but this time I came to France by plane.
However, before boarding the plane, Leng Lintian asked her to take special medicine, which he said could reduce the fatigue of pregnant women and enhance their immunity.
Jing Jiaren pursed her lips. It seemed that she had never cared about this child.
Ximen Longting looked at her blank expression and laughed sarcastically: "Don't tell me that you forgot that you are a pregnant woman."
Jing Jiaren hurriedly grabbed the whip around her waist, fearing that it would hurt the child...
"I didn't forget!"
"How could a competent mother have a private meeting with a strange man in the middle of the night?" Ximen Longting said jokingly, "And she ran away from home and traveled thousands of miles to France to appear in front of her ex-boyfriend."
The former is talking about watches. Although the designer is Ximen Longting, her approach at the time was too bold.
Jing Jiaren smiled bitterly, would she tell him that after he left, she would jump into the lake?
This child was ill-fated, and she felt that sooner or later he would be thrown away by her.
"I'm afraid Young Master Ximen has misunderstood again," Jing Jiaren said while holding back her trembling, "I'm not here to see you this time."
"..."
"I'm meeting Mr. Ximen."
Ximen Longting's hand suddenly stiffened, and the whip left her waist with a whoosh.
Like an obedient snake, coiling around his arm.
"What does he want from you?"
"No... I came to visit him myself."
"Have you been in contact?"
The sound of horse hooves grinding through the leaves, getting closer and closer.
Jing Jiaren looked at the woman riding a horse and said expressionlessly: "No, I came here this time because I have something to ask Mr. Ximen for help. If I came not because of Mr. Ximen - but because I really came to you, you would
Are you happy?"
After asking this question, she wanted to bite off her tongue.
But she misses him and misses her crazily. This is a true reflection of her this month.
"Is the old man threatening you to separate from me?" Ximen Longting's eyes were unpredictable. He never thought that Jing Jiaren would have contact with Mr. Ximen.
"Ximen," the woman had already ridden behind Ximen Long Ting, "who is this lady?" (English)
Only then did Jing Jiaren realize that Ximen Longting's surrogate child was another Chinese woman.
Her black hair was casually pulled sideways and tied into a centipede braid, her agate-like black eyes, and her skin was fair and clean.
Jing Jiaren saw that her hair style was the same one that Ximen Longting had done for her on the cabin...
He said at that time that her hair style was beautiful.
And the woman in front of me also suits this hairstyle very well.