Jing Jiaren entered the kitchen early in the morning. She could only use her right hand and could not do anything.
So I simply made a pasta, squeezed out a girl with butter on the noodles, and inserted a small daisy flower in her hand, as if she was holding flowers and apologizing. She wrote with sauce next to her.
SORRY...
I also decorated some vegetables and fruits and prepared the breakfast plate very beautifully.
Look at the time, it's still early, but the breakfast is ready...
Usually Ximen Longting gets up early.
Jing Jiaren returned to the master bedroom and quietly opened the door. There was no one on the big bed and the quilt was folded neatly. Obviously, no one had slept last night.
Jing Jiaren frowned slightly, is he not here?
Just as she was about to turn around and leave, she smelled the smell of alcohol in the air.
Next to the floor-to-ceiling window, the French chair has a very high back with its back facing the door, and a high-end empty wine bottle is placed on the coffee table next to it.
The crystal ash box was filled with cigarette butts, and the lighter was placed on the coffee table.
Jing Jiaren walked up and put the pasta on the coffee table: "What, you haven't slept all night?"
“…”
"I made pasta for you, what you like to eat." Jing Jiaren walked around to the front of the chair. The space was very narrow, and her back was pressed against the floor-to-ceiling bed.
Ximen Longting sat lazily against the chair, his clothes were open freely, and his gem eyes were scarlet.
He didn't sleep all night and looked very poor.
"Why do you always like to be unable to get along with yourself?"
“…”
"I made breakfast for you and put it here. Do you want to eat it?"
Ximen Longting passed through her with his eyes, not looking at him.
Jing Jiaren thought for a while: "I'll make you a glass of milk. After you drink it, can you have a good sleep?"
Ximen Longting didn't speak.
Jing Jiaren frowned and stared at him for a long time, so she had to go out.
She soaked a glass of milk, made a layer of milk foam on it, and then sprinkled a layer of coffee foam with a mold.
Print the foam onto the milk cup, and it is the subtitle of "I (heart) Y".
This mold was also known by chance a few days ago... and it was also the Tokyo Tower-shaped and HELLO KITT-shaped. She also made a cup of cappuccino with a little rabbit printed on her son.
Back at the master bedroom, Ximen Longting still sat in that position without leaving.
The pasta was also placed in its original position and never moved a bite.
Jing Jiaren breathed a sigh of relief-
She originally thought that Ximen Longting would fall to the face and leave in anger. But he did nothing.
Jing Jiaren walked over and carefully placed the milk on the table so that the subtitles on it would not be scattered.
"Eat breakfast quickly, drink the milk, and go to bed." Jing Jiaren said in her voice as soft as possible, "The noodles are about to be cold..."
Ximen Longting seemed to be like she did not exist.
"You know, it's not convenient for me to cook breakfast now." Jing Jiaren had sweat on her forehead.
She took a lot of effort to bring things over...
Because her hands were trembling, she was afraid that she would not be able to handle it in the middle of the journey. She asked the servant to bring it over, but she seemed insincere.
"Did you see? I made a trick on the pasta... When you drink milk, look at it, there is a small surprise on it." Jing Jiaren stopped, "There is a limit to getting angry. I will only give you one day, wait.
You wake up and don’t be angry with me?”
Jing Jiaren folded her hand on the hand he placed on the armrest.