Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows: "What if I rise again? Huh?"
"I guess you have no room for improvement..." Jing Jiaren touched her chin and deliberately discussed, "After the age of 30, you will gradually decline."
Ximen Longting: "..."
"But your future son may be younger than blue."
Ximen Longting: "..."
"By the way, I dreamed about our son last night. He was about two or three years old. He was white and tender. He was actually taking a bath while holding a towel." Jing Jiaren smiled and narrowed her eyes, "Do you know what he looks like?
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Ximen Longting: "..."
"Exactly the same miniature version of you, with red eyes and facial features that are so beautiful... but much cuter than you!"
Ximen Longting finally couldn't bear it anymore: "Are you reminding me that the boy in the future will be better than me?"
"It's hard to say, considering my genes..."
"Jing Jiaren," Ximen Longting said angrily, "you will never have a son, let alone a son who is more handsome than me!"
The thunderous roar was talking about something so funny that the servants nearby couldn't help but snicker.
Ximen Longting continued to roar without knowing it: "I am unique and out of print, do you understand?"
Jing Jiaren: "Well, well..."
"Cherish it, there is only one me in this world!"
"Then what if I accidentally get a second mini version of you?" Jing Jiaren can't get rid of the cute baby Ximen.
Ximen Longting's thundering voice rang out: "I will be strangled to death in the cradle."
"You're too bloody. Tiger poison doesn't even eat its seeds..."
"I'm more poisonous than a tiger, okay?!"
"No! Ximen Longting, please think clearly, that is our son, it is ours!"
"I only recognize my daughter."
Jing Jiaren still wanted to argue, so she opened and closed her mouth a few times, forget it. She was about to leave, let alone her son, who didn't even have any sperm.
Ximen Longting pulled off his tie forcefully, still struggling with what Jing Jiaren just said: "Woman, please remember clearly, if he is your son, I will show mercy and deny him!"
Jing Jiaren: "..."
Jing Jiaren: "Okay, let's not bring up this topic anymore, let's eat noodles, eat noodles."
Ximen Longting picked up his chopsticks and took a big bite from Jing Jiaren's bowl.
He is born with the aura of a king, and even if he only eats noodles, he can be as noble as the delicacies from the mountains and the sea.
"You haven't finished eating in your bowl yet, why did you pick up the food in my bowl?"
"This is your punishment for talking nonsense." He raised his eyebrows in warning.
"Ximen Longting, you..." Jing Jiaren said with a funny face, "You drooled all over my noodle bowl."
"Just give it a try if you dare to dislike it?"
"Even if I dislike it, I dare not tell you..." Jing Jiaren stirred the noodles and took a small bite, "The taste is indeed average, not as delicious as Aunt Zhang's."
Ximen Longting was so proud of himself for eating so happily.
"It tastes so bad and you still eat so much."
"It really tastes bad." He didn't show mercy at all.
"It's a pity that I can't make better noodles for you to eat..."
She looked dimly and tried her best, thinking it would taste good. It turned out that she was not virtuous enough, and that was all she could do.
"Then stop cooking. You really don't have the talent to be a servant." He said the key point, "But you are pretty good in bed."
It turns out that the reason why he hit her was because he usually liked to praise her.