2015.Chapter 2015 You didn't dream of me last night
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Jing Jiaren dreamed of a mini version of Ximen Longting.
He huddled in the corner and shed tears:
[Mom, mom...did you forget SUN...Mom...]
His big tearful eyes kept flashing, and he was about to cry.
Jing Jiaren murmured: "SUN...SUN..."
Ximen Longting held Jing Jiaren's hand and leaned closer to hear her calling his son's name.
I immediately felt uncomfortable...
Although she didn't find a substitute, isn't SUN just a smaller version of Ximen Longting?
She has been living with other men for so many years!
Now he is calling his son's name even in his sleep!
"Master, do you want to pick up the young master now?" Wilson asked respectfully from the side, "Tonight is Christmas, and it would be too lonely to leave the young master alone."
Ximen Longting was also jealous: "Look what time it is!"
"..."
"It's so late, he should be sleeping!"
"..." Wilson, "Then I will send someone to pick him up early tomorrow morning?"
"Let's wait until she wakes up."
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Early in the morning, Jing Jiaren was so tickled by SUN's crying voice that she couldn't sleep well at all, and the genius woke up at dawn.
Blinking, he saw the tall figure with his back turned, and a huge steam rising.
Jing Jiaren thought there was a fire, so she opened her eyes wide and took a look...
Ximen Longting was ironing a sweater back and forth with a steam iron.
That's a sweater Jing Jiaren hand-knitted.
After Ximen Longting fell into the water last night, his sweater got wet.
He didn't allow anyone to touch the sweater, so he did all the drying himself.
Seeing his busy and focused look, Jing Jiaren felt warm in her heart.
His posture when holding the iron is terrible, and his ironing technique is also very awkward. More importantly, doesn’t he know that he needs a special brush head for ironing sweaters?
"Cough cough cough..."
Her throat felt itchy and she couldn't help coughing several times.
Ximen Longting turned around, saw that she was awake, and immediately turned off the steam iron.
"Why did you wake up? Who allowed you to wake up!?"
It's still so early.
"Son..." Jing Jiaren said dryly, "I dreamed that my son was forgotten by us and was all alone... I promised him last night that I would spend Christmas with him. My mobile phone..."
"The phone is in the car." Ximen Longting's eyes darkened.
"...I am really not a competent mother. I actually forgot about my son..."
When Ximen Longting heard her sentence "son" on the left and "son" on the right, an unknown fire arose!
The thought of her calling her son all night when she was in a coma made her even more uncomfortable!
"Why don't you care about me?"
"You?" Jing Jiaren looked at him palely, "Aren't you by my side?"
"I was so worried about my injury that you couldn't sleep well all night last night." Ximen Longting pointed to his head, "It's a 5cm wound."
Jing Jiaren couldn't help but laugh softly...
Is this Ximen Longting? He usually suffered a stab wound of more than ten centimeters without even frowning. He was shot in the abdomen and was almost in danger, and he didn't even utter a sound.
Early in the morning, in order to compete with his son, he took out the 5cm wound to gain sympathy.
"Why are you laughing?" Ximen Longting stared at her with a sinister look.
"Then let me see your injury...has the doctor treated it for you?" Jing Jiaren looked concerned.