Jing Jiaren, please bear with me and don't quarrel. She doesn't have much time to quarrel anymore.
She put down the bowl and got up again.
Leng Lintian's body moved vigorously——
"Don't go."
With a slightly gritty voice, this was probably the first sound Leng Lintian had made in a long time, right?
Jing Jiaren looked at him in shock.
Leng Lintian raised one corner of his mouth, as if he was about to smile, with such a careless smile.
There was never anyone in Liuli's eyes, only her.
"Don't leave..." He said with great difficulty, "Stay."
He thought she was leaving?
"I won't leave, I..." Jing Jiaren couldn't continue.
For some reason, Jing Jiaren couldn't help but think of him in the past——
That Leng Lintian who loves beauty extremely, is obsessive about cleanliness, cares about his image, always has a wicked smile on his face, is flirtatious and calm.
He said: [Please take my ashes with you and throw them out when you encounter bad people. Let me protect you for the last time...]
Jing Jiaren's nose felt sore and she couldn't help but shed tears.
She told herself not to cry, she couldn't cry in front of Ximen Longting...
But the tears suddenly fell tremblingly.
She covered her mouth hard and shook her head while restraining herself from choking:
"I'm sorry, Leng Lintian...I'm sorry..."
It's all her fault, she's the cause of everything.
Her tears fell rapidly, and she could not suppress the pain that shocked her whole body.
Wilson and others were also surprised when they heard Leng Lintian speak...and then they were even more at a loss when they saw Jing Jiaren crying.
Secretly taking a look at the young master——
Ximen Longting's face was dark and his eyes were dull.
There was fear growing in his red eyes...
He suddenly held Jing Jiaren's shoulders: "What do you want me to do? What do you want me to do to make you happy?"
Jing Jiaren pursed her lower lip: "Do you think you did something wrong?"
Ximen Longting curled his lips coldly: "If you think I did something wrong, then it is wrong!"
It was rare that he didn't get angry and quarrel with her.
but……
His tone was obviously helpless.
"If you don't think it's wrong, then forget it."
Jing Jiaren looked at Leng Lintian. She didn't dare to look at his iron hand now.
Leng Lintian frowned slightly, and there was light moving in his eyes. He stared at Jing Jiaren's tears with deep eyes.
Ximen Longting held her shoulders: "If I feel wrong, what do you want me to do?"
"..."
"Speak, I will do whatever you want me to do!"
"nothing."
"Jing Jiaren, I can't bear to see you like this!"
Jing Jiaren wiped her eyes quickly: "I'm sorry, I can't control it... Just pretend you didn't see it..."
Not being able to control it made Ximen Longting more uncomfortable than crying on purpose, like a knife cutting him. He couldn't believe that one day he would see Jing Jiaren crying for another man, and he just watched helplessly.
He can't get angry, he is the initiator!
"Jing Jiaren, what exactly do you want me to do...take off one of my arms, if you would be satisfied?" Ximen Longting curled his lower lip, walked to Wilson, and pulled out a pistol from his chest.
"Ximen Longting!" Jing Jiaren shouted, "What do you want to do?"
Ximen Longting's heart dug a hole. Seeing those tears shed for other men, he would rather be disabled all over.
I would rather Leng Lintian suffer all the suffering in his place, I would rather it be him who is blind and has his arm broken...
With the muzzle of the gun pressed against his wrist, he said sternly: "I will pay him back what I owe him."