Sure enough, Ximen Longting had no intention of leaving at all. He took off his coat, hung it on the hanger, and sat down on the sofa indifferently.
There was his briefcase on the coffee table, where the bodyguard had put it when he came in.
Jing Jiaren didn't pay attention at first, but then she saw him open his bag and take out an ultra-thin notebook.
Jing Jiaren was shocked. Did he mean to stay here for a long time?
Plug in the power and turn it on.
"Sir, do you want to work at my place?"
"Otherwise," he said without raising his head, "originally I wouldn't mind doing something else with you."
"..."
"However, until your stomach gets better, don't come closer than five meters to me."
"..." Jing Jiaren said, "In that case, why don't you go back to your villa?"
"I can go wherever I please, do you have any objections?"
Of course Jing Jiaren has opinions, but what can be done? Ximen Longting is a gangster. Whatever he wants, the more you argue with him, the more useless it becomes.
She doesn't mind Ximen Longting staying here, but her baby SUN is sitting there wearing this panda suit all the time——
Even if you are not bored, your body will become stiff.
Jing Jiaren thought for a while, then went to the study to get a collection of stories.
"You work while I read my storybook. Doesn't it affect you?"
"..."
Jing Jiaren began to read: "The Little Girl and the God of Death."
(Actually, there were no children's storybooks in this apartment, so Jing Jiaren took a book and pretended to be one. The story was in her mind and she told it to SUN.)
[One day, a little girl was doing her homework, when death came.
'Little girl, the time is up, come with me. '
‘Wait a minute,’ said the little girl, ‘I have to finish my homework first.’ ]
Ximen Longting said coldly: "Noise."
"If you don't like the noise, you can go to the study and close the door."
"..."
"I have a bad habit with stories, I just like to read them out!"
Ximen Longting: "..."
"Since you won't leave, I'll continue reading." Jing Jiaren cleared her throat, deliberately louder!
[The God of Death thought for a while and felt that he should fulfill the little girl's last wish and let her finish her homework.
The little girl looked at Death looking old and tired, carrying a scythe, it must be very hard, so she asked him to sit on her bed and continue to study hard: 5×8=40...3×6=16.
'Wrong,' Death reminded softly, 'it is equal to 18. '
'What is 6×7?' the girl asked, 'I always forget this.'
‘42.’
‘Right – what about 9×8? We haven’t learned this yet. ’
‘After you have learned it tomorrow, come back and tell me.’ From the corridor, the voice of the God of Death came, ‘Tomorrow, you really want to leave with me. ’]
At this point, Jing Jiaren stopped talking because she found Ximen Longting staring at her with thoughtfulness in his eyes.
Of course Jing Jiaren herself didn't realize that there was a special tenderness in the way she just read the story...
Just like the former [Jing Jiaren] caressing the baby in her belly, she exudes the light of a loving mother from the inside out.
"Later?" he asked in a deep voice.
Jing Jiaren didn’t expect that Ximen Longting would be interested in a children’s story:
"At the same time the next day, Death came, and the little girl told him that 9×8 equals 72. But the teacher left her a new homework, which was due tomorrow. Death had to help her do her homework again."