"Have you asked someone to buy clothes?" Jing Jiaren touched his with her arm, hoping he wouldn't be angry.
Ximen Longting: "Yeah."
"Don't be like this? If you're really unhappy, go to the study and read some information."
Ximen Longting: "I'm very happy."
"..."
At this moment, Leng Lintian in the wheelchair suddenly moved. Jing Jiaren stopped and noticed the paintings hanging in the corridor.
Every day when Leng Lintian's wheelchair passes by here, he asks to stop and look at the paintings on the wall...
Ximen Longting turned his head and saw the oil painting of "Jing Jiaren".
The proud woman wore a long black gauze lace dress, her hair was tied up with small pearls, her lips were painted red, and she had a coquettish smile. She was sitting on a sapphire blue sofa, with her hands folded in white sleeves.
.
A few strands of broken hair fell from her forehead, with slight curls, like a queen.
This painting was created by Ximen Longting...
There was no model, so he painted based on his memory and longing for "Jing Jiaren".
Leng Lintian moved his fingers: "Go over."
Jing Jiaren pushed her wheelchair to the painting.
Every time, he would look at this painting for a long time before willing to leave.
"Ximen Longting, you're not jealous of this, are you?" Jing Jiaren saw that Ximen Longting's face looked ugly.
"Didn't you say that he had forgotten all about it?"
"He forgot... I asked him if he knew the person in this portrait? He shook his head."
Leng Lintian looked at the painting with indifferent eyes, but there was something floating in his eyes.
The handsome man's chin was slightly raised, and he could see that something was wandering in his mind...
Jing Jiaren whispered to Ximen Longting: "He doesn't know that I am the same person in the portrait."
Ximen Longting's eyes darkened: "I guess he has a good eye."
Even if you lose your memory, you can still appreciate the beauty of [Jing Jiaren].
"What do you mean?" Jing Jiaren stared at him, "You mean, I'm not beautiful now?"
Ximen Longting hugged her waist: "It's also beautiful."
Perfunctory!
Leng Lintian now relies on her at most, but his eyes when looking at the portrait are different.
There was such intense emotion in his eyes that even Jing Jiaren felt suffocated when she saw it.
Ximen Longting curled his lips in an evil way, and a plan formed in his mind to clear away the gloomy mood.
He walked aside and made a phone call to give some temporary instructions.
The subsequent relationship was relatively harmonious, although Ximen Longting's jealousy would pop up from time to time, and he would become jealous.
night.
In order to mobilize Leng Lintian's manual skills, Jing Jiaren taught him how to make cakes.
It is inevitable to teach him how to hold the butter mouth and teach him to write...
Raising her hand and seeing Ximen Longting's cold face, Jing Jiaren pursed her lower lip: "Don't think of us as a woman and a man."
"Then what do I want to see?" Ximen Longting asked in a conspiratorial tone, "Two women? A woman as ugly as him?"
"..." Jing Jiaren said, "No, you have to treat me as a teacher and a student!"
"Teacher Jing," Ximen Longting picked up a cream nozzle, "give me a lesson."
"Don't you know how to make cakes?"
"Forgot!" He glared at her, "From now on, I will even forget how to eat, you have to feed me properly!"
Jing Jiaren: "..."
Just then, Wilson walked in with a figure——
Jing Jiaren heard the footsteps and looked up with a smile. The moment she looked over, she almost lost her grip on the cream nozzle in her hand!
[Jing Jiaren] seems to have stepped out of an oil painting.