He was really afraid that she would never remember him and never come back to look for him.
He will wait endlessly until he becomes an old man!
Just as the elevator slowly closed, Jing Jiaren followed the waiter from the corner of the corridor to the kitchen.
In the kitchen, several chefs were cleaning up the things smashed by Ximen Longting.
There is also a chef who has received orders from other customers and is preparing ingredients for cooking.
Jing Jiaren stood at the door and glanced sharply around the kitchen...
No.
Is she crazy? Ever since she left China, she has always felt that Ximen Longting is by her side.
When I hear a familiar song, I think of him. When I see a racing driver, I think it’s him. When I see a little daisy, I miss their past. When I eat in a restaurant, I think it’s him...
Jing Jiaren smiled bitterly. In fact, before coming to England, her delusional disorder was even more serious.
At the beginning, she directly regarded Jian Chenche as Ximen Longting...
Not seeing the person she wanted to see in the kitchen, she instantly felt that this was just her subjective conjecture.
Jing Jiaren, stop being suspicious.
…
After that day, Jian Chenche found some famous colorists to study the painting. Jing Jiaren was a layman and couldn't help much. In addition, her belly was getting bigger day by day, so she spent more time at the ranch, helping out.
Make plans.
Anything that requires running errands is done by Jian Chenche and his staff.
When Jing Jiaren was free, she went to Paopao Studio to check the progress of the clothes and whether the materials were acceptable...
Everything went smoothly!
Mysterious suppliers are providing the materials they need all the time...
Even if something is scarce, he can provide it in just two or three days.
The only problem is that the colors haven't been mixed for a while, and Ledengla's paintings are not easy to analyze.
As the time gets tighter, I see that there is only half a month left before the competition.
Everything has entered the countdown stage——
It happened that Jing Jiaren had worked too hard these past two days and became tired and sick.
The doctor told her to rest more in bed and not to worry about her career anymore.
Jing Jiaren had no choice but to ask Leng Aofeng to go to the studio to help on his behalf and report the latest news at any time.
Lying in bed, Jing Jiaren kept her laptop open and wireless headphones on, communicating with people in the studio and exchanging opinions.
midnight.
An RV drove into the farm quietly.
The entire farm fell into a state of sleep. Jing Jiaren fell asleep in a daze, her throat was dry and uncomfortable, and she always felt as if a pair of eyes were staring at her in the darkness.
Suddenly woke up.
Jing Jiaren opened her eyes and saw that the originally closed window was open, and the evening breeze was blowing the curtains gently.
A tall figure stood beside the bed, his red eyes staring deeply at her.
"Cough cough cough..." Jing Jiaren's eyes widened and she held her heart tightly with one hand.
Ximen Longting? Did she read that correctly?
Ximen Longting closed the window with his slender hands, and Ximen Longting stared at her. Perhaps he didn't expect that she would wake up, and his face instantly became extremely deep.
Jing Jiaren has experienced it many times and is quite experienced. She doesn't panic or rush when encountering such a situation——
He immediately took out the dagger from under the pillow and held the handle tightly.
Every time she fantasized about Ximen Longting, she just had to get rid of the illusion before her illness worsened.
Is this also her imagination this time? How could Ximen Longting be standing in front of her, in her room—!