Ximen Longting suddenly wrapped his scarf around Ji Ziang's neck and tried to strangle him to death.
"My neck is worthless. This scarf of yours..." Ji Zi'ang smiled sinisterly, "If it's torn, it's a waste."
Ximen Longting pulled back the scarf fiercely, and it was stained with some water from Ji Ziang's body. He looked disgusted and stretched out his fist abruptly.
Ji Ziang intercepted his wrist: "I've returned the scarf to you, why are you still beating me?"
"roll."
Ximen Longting withdrew his hand coldly, wishing he could throw Ji Ziang off the cliff.
"Ximen, don't play with feelings when a man is playing, and don't take women seriously when it comes to anything." He patted Ximen Longting on the shoulder, "Just have fun."
Ximen Longting slashed his hands in horror.
Ji Ziang withdrew his hand in time and smiled sternly: "Your ADHD is getting more and more serious. You can't even say a few words before you start to move."
As soon as he finished speaking, a servant came over holding Ji Ziang's ringing mobile phone: "Master, phone."
At this time, there was only one person who dared to call him and disturb him...
Ji Ziang's eyebrows soothed and he picked up the phone.
Sure enough, Wen Xinnuan's voice came from there: "I announced that I'm done."
"Well, shall I pick you up?"
"No need, didn't you mean that I'm done with my work and will give you a call no matter how late it is?"
"I'll pick you up."
"Will it take you long?"
"Soon... don't hang up the phone. We'll be here while we chat." Ji Ziang hooked his fingers, and the servant immediately understood, holding a towel to dry him off, and quickly put him into a shirt and suit pants.
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Ji Ziang held the phone under his arm: "What stupid thing did you do tonight again? Tell me and let me hear it."
"Something stupid?"
"You heard me wrong. I asked you if you have anything interesting."
"Master, sleeves." the servant reminded.
Ji Ziang changed his hands to hold his cell phone, put on his suit jacket, and rushed to the helicopter that delivered midnight snacks.
Ximen Longting: "..."
As soon as Ji Ziang left, the entire villa seemed particularly deserted and lonely.
Ximen Longting looked at the food on the stone table. He could see that a lot of thought had gone into everything. Even the radishes were carved into beautiful whisker shapes.
Ximen Longting silently picked up the chopsticks and took a bite...
As if something was stuck in his throat, he swallowed it slowly.
A gust of night wind blew, and his body covered with water began to feel cold.
The servant stood beside him holding a bathrobe, not daring to disturb him...
Ximen Longting seemed to be attending a very rigorous meeting, tasting each dish, and swallowing every bite was extremely difficult.
Suddenly, the phone on the table vibrated.
Ximen Longting opens the message:
[If you don’t want to see me, then I’ll leave and you go get treatment. If you don’t want to get treatment, then I won’t force you, just come back.]
Ximen Longting held the phone tightly.
[If you neither want to see me nor cure your illness, then let me stay with you and accompany you from afar, and don’t disappear suddenly. If one day you have nothing, I will also be your last piece of luggage.]
Ximen Longting put down his chopsticks hard and clutched his scarf tightly.
It was as if there was lava-like grief pouring out from deep in my heart...
Jing Jiaren leaned on the bedside and held her cell phone. She didn't wait for a reply for a long time, and more and more despair rose in her eyes.
He obviously added her number to the blacklist. Could it be that he couldn't even accept text messages?
Stiff fingers typed the last two words one stroke at a time: