After ending the call with Wen Xinnuan, Jing Jiaren sighed that even Wen Xinnuan had something to do...
On the contrary, she really has nothing left in her life except Ximen Longting.
This child will not be hers, and after Ximen Longting leaves, what will she have left?
Increasingly severe delusions?
Jing Jiaren looked out the window with a self-deprecating look. It was easy for her to have random thoughts when she was alone. The doctor also said that she should go out for a walk more often to breathe, relax, and not let herself be in a lonely state.
Jing Jiaren thought for a while and then went out with her bodyguard.
The original intention was to buy some changes of clothes for Ximen Longting...
As the car drove to the shopping mall, a huge lineup of bodyguards protected her.
But when she entered the specialty store and really wanted to choose men's clothing, Jing Jiaren had no idea where to start because she didn't know Ximen Longting's size.
She picked up her phone and called...
The phone was open, but Ximen Longting didn't answer the phone.
In the past, as long as it rang once, he would pick up immediately.
Jing Jiaren waited patiently. After the music ended, she dialed again and made several calls in succession, but no one answered.
Jing Jiaren began to feel restless...
[I was choosing clothes for you at the mall, and I asked you your body size last time, but you haven’t told me yet?]
After the message was sent, Jing Jiaren tried to calm her mind and choose clothes.
After a long time without reply, Jing Jiaren sent two more messages.
"Miss, do you have anything you like?" the waitress asked kindly.
"I don't know his size..."
"It doesn't matter, just a rough figure is enough...can you describe it?"
"He's about 1.8 meters tall, and his figure... let's go by the most standard size." Jing Jiaren glanced at the clothing model, "A little bit stronger than him."
As Jing Jiaren described it, Ximen Longting appeared in front of her eyes.
"Simon, do you like this shirt?"
Jing Jiaren saw Ximen Longting standing in front of the fitting mirror, tall and slender, with a dignified and unique temperament, trying on a brown suit.
He was talking to Ji Zihan with his head half lowered, his eyes were very gentle.
Jing Jiaren frowned. Didn't he go back to the villa? Why did he and Ji Zihan go out to buy clothes?
Jing Jiaren dialed her cell phone again——
Ximen Longting took out his cell phone from his pocket, took a look at it, frowned slightly, and put it back in his pocket.
"Ximen, who called, aren't you going to answer the phone?"
The corners of Ximen Longting's ruthless lips curled up: "Ignore boring people."
…
No, Jing Jiaren shook her head, Ximen Longting shouldn't be here. This scene is fake.
How can she escape...
A group of bodyguards saw Jing Jiaren hiding behind the clothes rack and stared at the man and woman in front of the dressing mirror with strange expressions.
"Miss, are you okay, miss?" The waiter didn't understand why Jing Jiaren suddenly hid, and looked straight through her, as if he couldn't see her at all.
Jing Jiaren, this is fake, you have to turn a blind eye.
Jing Jiaren took a deep breath, stood up and left, heading to the specialty store next door.
Ximen Longting and Ji Zihan could not be seen, and her mood was slightly calmer.
She picked up clothes from the shelf and was shopping. When she looked up, she saw Ximen Longting and Ji Zihan choosing clothes again in front of the shelf next door.
She rubbed her temples and turned a blind eye.
In addition, she doesn't know what can be done to help her condition?
If it doesn't work, why don't you prescribe some medicine to help you feel refreshed?