Jing Jiaren walked out of the room and walked to the hall downstairs. The entire apartment was decorated in Baroque style. By the fireplace on the first floor, Ximen Longting was sitting in a rocking chair. Two servants knelt at his feet and beat him.
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Playing a soothing English song, "Once upon a dream", the vicissitudes of female voice sings the sadness of a nostalgic style...
Jing Jiaren walked over softly, shook her hand, and the two maids quietly stepped away.
Jing Jiaren knelt down, her 4-month-old belly already showing a little.
She concentrated on massaging him.
From the random pressing without any rules, now I can accurately know his acupuncture points and move his meridians...
Ximen Longting's deep face is backlit, with his head hanging down and the bridge of his nose appearing taller, reflecting his beautiful nose shadow.
Such a handsome and picturesque man, I can't imagine what a loss it will be if he leaves this world.
God created him and could he bear to destroy him?!
There was a picture album on his lap and a pen in his hand.
Jing Jiaren kneaded it for a while and wanted to take away the album...
Ximen Longting suddenly said: "How long have I been asleep?"
Jing Jiaren raised her eyes: "Are you awake?"
Ximen Longting half-knocked his eyes: "When did you come?"
Perhaps due to the effect of the medicine, he became more and more sleepy and fell asleep easily as long as he sat.
"It won't take long. Since you wake up, just drink the medicine. I'll go to the kitchen to get it."
Ximen Longting held her hand: "Do you want the servants to be laid off?"
"I love taking care of you."
"Your massage skills are terrible, not as professional as the servants." He raised his eyebrows, "It's easy to spill the medicine when you bring it."
He just deliberately said that she was not doing well so that she would stop.
"I will do better and better!" Jing Jiaren was stubborn.
Ximen Longting helped her stand up and handed her the album, paper and pen behind her...
Wilson, who was standing not far away, immediately came to pick him up.
He pulled her into his arms and held her burned fingers: "Be honest."
"I was not careful when I was making medicine..."
"Jing Jiaren, how many times do you want me to warn you?"
"..."
"Next time, I won't drink any of the medicine you boil."
"Ximen Longting, you don't have to be so heartless, right?" Jing Jiaren glared at him.
Ximen Longting raised his pale lips: "I've already indulged you enough."
"Then I will make you a new LOVE HUT?"
"I have one, let's change it to something else."
After Ximen Longting repaired the Love, he specially asked Wilson to design a glass shell to cover the entire villa.
The special tempered glass cannot be broken, and you can see everything warm in the villa through the glass at any time...it plays a very good protective role.
Ximen Longting returned it to his house on the island and reportedly put it in a safe.
Jing Jiaren recalled the memory that Ximen Longting put the scorpion puppet and the cookies she made into the safe, but he couldn't open it because of his high fever.
Now that I think about it, why do I feel so warm?
"If you put it in the safe, you won't be afraid of the same thing happening last time?"
"Learn a lesson, this time the safe does not have a self-destruct program."
But Jing Jiaren had a very bad feeling...
Love is a buried bomb that seems likely to explode at any time, exploding Leng Aofeng's existence.
But the most important thing now is Ximen Longting's condition, Jing Jiaren can't care about anything else.