Jing Jiaren glared at him angrily: "Ximen Longting, are you childish? This is the same old trick every time."
He raised his eyebrows coldly: "Not naive."
"..." Jing Jiaren said, "Your body is your own, don't always use it to threaten the people you care about."
Ximen Longting stretched out his hand paranoidly: "Big scissors!"
Soon the servant brought big scissors.
Jing Jiaren grabbed his sleeve: "What else do you want to do?"
Ximen Longting stood up with the scissors: "Beauty, every wedding dress is uniquely designed by me for you. I hope you like it. Since you don't like it..."
He walked up to the servant with his head held high and cut off a wedding dress with the big scissors.
The scissors seemed to be cutting not the wedding dress, but Jing Jiaren's heart...
"Master!" The servant saw that the beautiful wedding dress was cut into two halves in an instant and felt it was a pity.
Ximen Longting cuts pieces one by one...
"You're crazy, don't cut it!" Jing Jiaren rushed over and hugged his waist from behind.
Ximen Longting's back was stiff.
"I hope you are happy."
"..."
"Hope you like it!"
"..."
"If you are unhappy or don't like it, I will help you destroy it," he added after a pause, "even if it is all my hard work."
Ximen Longting, you cunning scorpion...
Jing Jiaren punched him hard twice on the back: "You are basically forcing me to be happy and to like you!"
"Choose or not?" he asked, holding her hand.
"I choose..." Jing Jiaren said softly, "I like every wedding dress here, I want them all. You are not allowed to destroy any of them again."
Ximen Longting dropped the scissors and turned around to glare at her: "So greedy, do you want to change so many sets?"
"Isn't it okay?"
"I don't have a problem with it, but it's inconvenient for you to move around while you're pregnant."
"Then I want it too, I want it too!" She stared at him with red eyes.
It turns out that she threw the villa to the ground at that time, and Ximen Longting's mood was like this...
After all, he thought that the villa was built and given to her after she put in the effort.
When she just saw Ximen Longting destroying those wedding dresses, she really felt more uncomfortable than being cut by a knife!
"Stupid woman, why are you crying?" He held her face, lowered his head and kissed away a tear condensed on her eyelashes.
Jing Jiaren's eyelashes trembled slightly, but she felt overwhelming sadness rolling around her, leaving her speechless.
"Ring, you haven't chosen the style you like yet." He held her hand and said, "Go and choose!"
Choose, choose them all...
Jing Jiaren knew that no one could stop Ximen Longting. She could only obey.
She snuggled into his arms and opened the picture album of the ring...
"These are all pictures designed by you, right?"
"yes."
"You also designed the wedding scene, right?"
"Um."
"What's it like?"
He smiled lowly: "You will know then."
Jing Jiaren flipped through the picture album and asked: "The surrogate son is Ji Zihan. Mr. Ximen has arranged a wedding for you. You want to marry me now. What about the wedding in a few months? We are not afraid that Mr. Ximen will hunt us down in anger.
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Ximen Longting's tone suddenly became vicious: "For you, I will let him go."
Let Master Ximen go, this means...
"Elope." He was confident, "Marry me, and our honeymoon trip will be an elopement."
really.
It seemed that she had to be absent from this wedding to disappoint him.