Jing Jiaren took the book over. Was she reading books about gastric cancer? Ximen Longting didn't like reading, so she had to read it.
That page happened to be a photo album, the story of a young man who defeated gastric cancer through his own perseverance and medication.
Ximen Longting stared at the album gloomily: "Is he more handsome than me?"
Jing Jiaren's eyes widened: "No way!"
"He's more stylish than me?"
"Ximen Longting, you are always so depraved!"
"Then you looked at it all afternoon?"
Jing Jiaren was stunned for a moment. She just couldn't help but recall many things in the past, not all about Leng Aofeng. It was just that his appearance opened the floodgates of her memory.
As for her absent-mindedness, she was afraid that Leng Aofeng was still following her in the dark and waiting for an opportunity to appear at any time.
To be honest, since Leng Aofeng's existence had been hidden for so long, she didn't want to be discovered by Ximen Longting at this time.
"You would rather look at this ugly man all afternoon than look at me!"
Jing Jiaren was annoyed: "You are wearing a cold mask, what's so good about you?"
"Don't try to change the subject. What are you thinking about?" Ximen Longting pinched her chin coldly, annoyed by her coldness.
"Maybe I'm too tired from taking care of you these days and I can't concentrate?"
"You think your lies can fool me." Ximen Longting asked coldly, "What happened when we went to the supermarket?"
Jing Jiaren's body stiffened slightly: "What could happen?"
Things started to go wrong when she came back from the supermarket...
Ximen Longting moved the computer and ordered Wilson: "Call those bodyguards over."
"It's nothing really."
Wilson left the ward and went to call the bodyguard.
Jing Jia was in a state of confusion: "I'm really just in a bad mood. I have a headache."
"Let me rub it for you." He held her arm and rubbed her temple with his other hand.
"I don't want you, a patient, to rub my head for me..."
Wilson came in with several bodyguards and coughed respectfully: "Master, I just asked for you."
Ximen Longting rubbed Jing Jiaren's head: "Say!"
"Nothing happened to Miss Jing." Wilson lowered his head.
Jing Jiaren breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he was speaking for her. In fact, Wilson was helping Ximen Longting and didn't want his master to be angry.
Ximen Longting was so keen, pointing at a bodyguard: "Tell me."
The bodyguard gave Wilson a complicated look and didn't know whether he should say anything.
Ximen Longting whispered: "If you tell a lie, I will kill you immediately."
The bodyguard then told him exactly what happened in the supermarket.
It was nothing more than Jing Jiaren asking them in a panic if any man had been out...
"At that time, Miss Jing described the man as a tall man about 1.8 meters tall, very handsome, and very eye-catching. He was Chinese."
Jing Jiaren's small body has completely become rigid. Will this damn bodyguard die if he doesn't describe it in such detail?
It's like hitting the gun again!
The atmosphere in the room was extremely solemn...
She felt like her bones were being broken by the hand he held.
The bodyguards and Wilson didn't dare to express their anger. This was simply a sign of the coming storm.
"Who is it?" His voice was extremely hoarse.
"..."
"Is he the reason why you have been absent-minded all afternoon?" he growled angrily. "Is he the person you met in the coffee shop that day?"
Jing Jiaren said softly: "You have a gastric tube inserted, so don't yell."