Jing Jiaren looked at Ximen Longting in the mirror and looked at him carefully. She remembered that the first time she saw him in an oil painting, his hair was jet black. Later she saw him with maroon and brown hair, and now he is brown.
…
"What's your original hair color?" Jing Jiaren asked.
"..."
"I want to know more about you." Jing Jiaren explained, "What is your height exactly? How much do you weigh?"
She only knew that he was about 1.8 meters tall.
Ximen Longting stared at Jing Jiaren in the mirror with cold eyes.
She was fiddling with his hair with one hand and shaking the hair dryer with the other. The smile on her face was filled with deep sadness.
"Ximen Longting, please write down all your basic information and show it to me." She demanded.
Ximen Longting's voice was slightly hoarse: "I don't know."
"Then I want to know what to do?"
"Jing Jiaren!" He growled displeasedly, "Now you want to know what the meaning of this is?"
What’s the point…
Jing Jiaren's fingers turned white, and her eyes were filled with clear water, as if she could not help but drop them at any time.
"I just want to know everything about the only man I love - him. I want to know everything about him." Jing Jiaren's nose suddenly started to feel clogged, "I know it's a little late to talk about this now."
The hair dryer blows hot air...
Her heart was also burning: "No one can go back to the past and start over, but anyone can start from now on and write a completely different ending."
"..."
"Ximen Longting, can we start over?"
"No." He said coldly and ruthlessly, "I have given you countless opportunities. You will not have another chance."
"It doesn't matter, opportunities are reserved for those who work hard." Jing Jiaren said stubbornly, "I will let you see my sincerity."
Ximen Longting had dark eyes and unconsciously turned the ring on his hand.
My heart felt like it was being pierced with an awl.
Damn it, he has never been so helpless to a woman.
Jing Jiaren helped him dry his hair, opened the wardrobe and helped him choose clothes and ties...
Seeing this little woman busy with him, Ximen Longting's eyes became even deeper.
He knew that she was planning to send him to the hospital——
Jing Jia put on a shirt for him and buttoned the buttons one by one: "Ximen Longting, what is your wish?"
This was definitely the day she talked the most in history, while he was extremely silent.
"Let me accompany you to realize it?"
She worked hard to mobilize his enthusiasm to live.
"By the way, do you like boys or girls?" Jing Jiaren raised her head and stared at him, knowing that the child who died in infancy was the pain in each other's hearts.
As expected, Ximen Longting's expression changed drastically, and he grabbed her chin cruelly: "Mrs. Leng, don't tell me that you want to give me a child?"
"As long as we can live that long, there's nothing wrong with it."
"...It's a pity that I'm not interested in other people's used toys." He stared at her coldly, "I'm very disgusted with second-hand goods!"
Jing Jiaren stared at him: "I have never had a relationship with Leng Lintian."
"Artificial insemination - putting another man's sperm into your body to give birth to life, isn't that an indirect relationship?"
Jing Jiaren bit her lower lip, her eyes a little vacant...
"When your illness is cured and you have a chance to make another choice, you don't have to let me go!"