130. Chapter 130 The most expensive foot washing water
Jing Jiaren tripped and fell into his arms.
Ximen Longting threw the wallet into Wilson's hand, then stretched out his hands leisurely to take Jing Jiaren in his arms: "Still quibbling? Your actions are throwing yourself into my arms."
This insidious villain! He would actually do such a thing!
Seeing the evil smile on Ximen Longting's lips, her lungs were about to burst with anger!
"You're boring! Let me go!"
Is it so much fun to play with her like a cat?
Jing Jiaren couldn't get away, and she felt so angry that she suddenly bit him hard on the ear.
Ximen Longting was in pain: "Woman, do you really want to relive last night?"
"You've already harmed the Jing family and you're still not willing to accept it? How far are you going to push me?"
Jing Jiaren was so angry that she wanted to slap him to death and throw him into the sea to feed the sharks.
Ximen Longting paused and whispered: "As long as you apologize to me, I can build back all the Jing family's lost properties within half a month. What's more, I can even make them more valuable than before."
Everyone would be grateful for such a big temptation.
But Jing Jiaren refused without thinking and said: "Thank you. I don't want you to be unhappy and take them apart again."
"..."
"The worst kind of person is to play with other people's life and death just based on your mood."
Although Jinghuatian is a small industry, it still supports hundreds of employees.
They all rely on wages to survive, and now they are suddenly unemployed. You can imagine how many people are facing a precarious life.
And how can a person like Ximen Longting, who spends a lot of money, care about other people's passion for life?
Ximen Longting held her in his arms and asked her to sit on his lap: "Now that you have the right to control my mood, you can make me happy all the time."
As long as he sees her, he will be in a good mood.
No matter how many things she did or said to anger him, it was never as important as having her by his side.
"If I could really control your mood, I would definitely make you mad to death immediately." Jing Jia did not believe his lies.
Ximen Longting burst out laughing: "As long as you live, I can't die."
Jing Jiaren felt angry, even if she died, a bastard like him would still be alive.
His big hand suddenly grabbed her ankle, and he saw that the skin on her toes was abraded in several places.
How can such delicate feet walk around on the ground without wearing shoes?
She frowned slightly and called Wilson to pick up the drinking water and help her pour it...
His hands avoided the frayed areas and helped her scrub away the dirt.
A cup of water in this hotel costs hundreds of yuan.
This is probably the most expensive foot wash that Jing Jiaren has ever used in her life.
Luxury, scum!
Jing Jiaren is tall, but her legs are not long. She wears a size 35 and a half, which is not big enough for Ximen Longting's hand.
She was held in his hand, rubbed it clean, and then took a napkin to help her dry it...
She is also the first person to enjoy such noble service.
You know, he is the dignified Young Master Ximen, the Black Emperor of the Dark Night, and everyone in the world is rushing to kneel down and worship him, the king who wants to serve him.
Jing Jiaren obviously didn't take this kind of favor seriously, and her little feet were struggling all the time.
Ximen Longting dried her completely and measured her feet with his fingers: "So small."
Wilson gestured to the length and made people buy shoes.
After ringing the service bell, the waiter came over with the order. How did she know that although he was hungry, he deliberately waited for her to arrive before ordering food.