The servants looked at each other in disbelief at the mess in the living room...
"Sir, do you really want to throw Miss Ji's luggage out?" They looked at Wilson with some embarrassment. After all, Ji Zihan had a young master in his belly and could not afford to offend him.
Wilson coughed: "Throw it! Throw it outside to the car..."
"My lord is still wise."
"Drive all the things back to Ji's house."
…
Ximen Longting walked into the living room.
The big bed was neatly arranged and had been made up, and incense was lit in the room, but Jing Jiaren's smell seemed to permeate into the air.
This woman has the same taste as [Jing Jiaren]...
Ximen Longting stood attentively in front of the hanging painting. It was an oil painting of Jing Jiaren.
He slowly pursed his bright red lips, and his red eyes flashed darkly.
He actually recognized a fake as a beauty. Was he missing her so much that he went crazy?
Why isn’t she a beauty? Why isn’t she?!
He suddenly opened the closet, and he actually bought so many clothes for that woman...
The fabrics she wore were all stained with a dirty smell.
He took off all his clothes and threw them on the bed.
The whole living room smells dirty...
Click——
The metal lighter lit up with a dim blue light, lighting the cigarette on his lips.
Ximen Longting waved his hand and the lighter fell on the bed.
The flames engulfed the fabric and immediately burned to the ground...
It was like the flames of hell dancing wildly in front of Ximen Longting's eyes.
The smell of smoke filled the air, and the servant realized something was wrong and saw fire coming from the living room.
When Wilson arrived, the entire bed was crackling on fire.
Ximen Longting was sitting on the chaise longue by the window, with his slender legs crossed and a cigarette in his hand.
He seemed to be admiring a grand fire, with a strange smile on his red face.
Wilson was surprised: "There's a fire. Hurry, get water to put out the fire!"
The bed curtains were burning, and the delicate bed curtains fell down. I saw the flames getting stronger and stronger, and they seemed to be spreading around.
The oil painting "Jing Jiaren" beside the wall was illuminated red.
Ximen Longting stood up suddenly, put his hand into the flames, and took down the hanging painting.
Wilson took off his coat in time and quickly threw it on Ximen Longting's arm!
snap——
The hanging painting fell to the ground, and the flames on the owner's sleeves were extinguished.
Ximen Longting's injured hand was burned, but he didn't care at all and stared at the paintings on the ground gloomily...
He picked it up, his eyes as empty as if he had no soul, and walked towards Wilson.
Suddenly, a burned bed frame fell down and fell onto the toffee chair where Ximen Longting had just been sitting.
"Master, look!"
The stern man froze slightly and glanced sideways behind him.
The corners of Yin Hong's lips were raised, still with that weird smile...
If he hadn't gotten up just now to get the hanging painting, the consequences would have been disastrous!
Beauty, is this what you mean? Let me live alone and suffer?!
Wilson was frightened, and then he saw that the curtains were also involved in the burning bed frame, and the fire became more intense:
"Where's the water - you idiots, why don't you get some water quickly!"
Ximen Longting turned and left.
The fire... was burning violently behind him.
He held the portrait in one hand, his leather shoes hitting the empty ground, and every sound echoed lonely.
The bodyguards who put out the fire, the panicked servants, Wilson who shouted orders...
It's as if all the characters have escaped from his world and become nothing more than silent animations.