"Miss Elizabeth..." Wilson coughed twice, "The young master drank some wine tonight. It's not convenient. You can go back."
You go back...
Even Wilson drove her away, and no one seemed to welcome her in this villa.
"Then when will it be convenient for him?"
"This..." Wilson handed the problem to the silent and cold young master.
Ximen Longting rested one elbow on the roof of the car. Although he had drunk wine, his eyes were very clear.
He smiled coldly with a wickedly handsome and cold smile: "Seriously ill, I can't get off the ground."
"..."
"Bedridden, life is in danger..."
The sarcastic voice is particularly cold at night.
"You shouldn't come to your door in person to expose your lies."
Jing Jiaren's lips moved: "Why would I make up such a lie? I was indeed ill two days ago... but now my illness is cured."
"It's so fast. What kind of medical technology can make a terminally ill person walk like flying in the blink of an eye." His eyes were even more sarcastic. If he remembered correctly, the medical team was sent just after 5 p.m.
"Ximen Longting, I came here today not to quarrel with you..."
Jing Jiaren took a breath and whispered: "There is a misunderstanding between us, I..."
Suddenly the car door on the other side opened, and a girl walked out, holding Ximen Longting's coat in her hand.
They quickly walked to the car and put the clothes on Ximen Longting.
There is air conditioning in the car, but it's cold outside...
It was really cold. At this moment, it was like biting ice piercing Jing Jiaren's body.
The girl just met Jing Jiaren face to face, and she could tell that the other person looked somewhat similar to [Jing Jiaren].