Just like that, she held the phone and chatted with Ximen Longting. Of course, she didn't forget her own business.
Put the scanned sample of the drawing into her mailbox, and found the drawing of Heart of the Deep Sea in Ximen Longting's folder.
At this time, I found that he had a folder with the subtitle "love" written on it. When I clicked on it, there were photos of Jing Jiaren.
I didn't expect that he had saved so much...
Including the memoirs he made for her and the apology he posted on her personal homepage.
There are also many masterpieces that Jing Jiaren secretly photographed without her knowledge...
There are many, many kinds of hers, all kinds of hers.
Jing Jiaren's heart was filled with emotion. She wished that there would be more and more of them and their children in this folder.
"Okay, I'm going to copy the photos on my phone into your computer, and I'm going to hang up." Jing Jiaren said reluctantly.
"You dare to hang up."
"You're coming back soon, what does it matter?"
"Hang on for five minutes."
"Five minutes isn't enough..."
"Ten minutes."
Jing Jia didn't want to waste time arguing and hung up the phone immediately. She first called the Leng family's servant and asked the servant to write down her email name and password. She then asked the housekeeper to transfer the call and asked him to find a way to do it.
A fake Heart of the Deep gem.
After all, Ximen Longting has never seen the real Heart of the Deep Sea...
You should be able to cheat and get through, right?
Just after the call ended, Ximen Longting called and asked coldly: "The line I just dialed was busy. Who are you calling?"
"Maybe the signal is not good, I'm importing data."
"Jing Jiaren——"
"What's up?"
"Open the door!"
Jing Jiaren happily walked out of the room to open the door for Ximen Longting, and saw him carrying large and small bags with a stinking look on his face.
"Why did you buy so much breakfast?" Jing Jiaren looked past him and saw that the bodyguard following him also carried a lot.
"I want you to eat enough at one time," he said coldly, "eat until you vomit, and you won't send me to such a far place to buy breakfast next time."
"I asked you to buy breakfast and you played tricks on me..."
Jing Jiaren wanted to help him pick up some bags, but he wouldn't let her touch them. He walked straight to the sofa and piled them on the coffee table.
Soon, the coffee table was piled up into a hill. Could he have bought all the breakfast in that breakfast shop?
"Come here and have breakfast!"
Compared with the warm atmosphere here——
France, in the spacious reception hall, Ji Zihan sat on the brown French sofa and looked at the excessively luxurious decoration around him.
The big screen opposite the sofa suddenly lit up.
Illuminating a corner of the majestic study...
An Ning's figure is sitting on a revolving chair, with his back to the screen.
He exuded a cold and sharp aura, holding a Persian cat in his hand and caressing it lazily.
"I heard from my servants that Miss Ji is going to regret her marriage?"
A steady voice came from the screen, with a hint of chilling coldness.
Ji Zihan was also in awe and fear of Master Ximen, and said hesitantly: "I know I am taking this trip very rashly, but this is the only thing I can do for Ximen. I love Ximen very much, but the person he loves is not me.
I hope he is happy."
"Happiness?" He read these two words. These two words seemed to be shrouded in a terrible haze by him.
"So I am willing to quit on my own initiative to help Ximen and Miss Jing."