There was a vague impression in his mind, although he didn't remember it clearly.
Wilson responded: "The young master said he didn't want to see her, so he didn't let her in... She brought something here and asked me to hand it over to you."
Ximen Longting pursed his determined lips.
I saw Wilson bringing over the chicken soup and those documents.
Ximen Longting glanced at it coldly, and a gloomy smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He guessed that Jing Jiaren would write to him again. Sure enough, she "lived up to expectations". Apart from this trick, wouldn't she be able to do anything else?
She made promises in her letters again and again, but they turned out to be nothing more than farts!
Ximen Longting's wound hurt a little, and he closed his eyes hard.
Suddenly, he punched Wilson in the face...
Even though he is sick, he is very strong.
The corner of Wilson's mouth was broken instantly, but his foot was steady and he stood up straight. He knew he was here for a fight.
"I told you not to mention this woman again."
"Yes, Master... This is the last time I'm looking for a fight. But these things...?"
"Burn."
"..."
Wilson took out a lighter and handed it to Ximen Longting along with the information: "I don't have this right."
When has the master not regretted it? What should he do if he is asked to spit out the burned food?
But in the past, Ximen Longting always threw it away... and there was still room for picking it up.
And this time he burned it directly, which means that he was cruel?
Ximen Longting's face was cold and ruthless. He grabbed the pieces of information and didn't even think about it at a glance...
Every time she hurt him, stabbed her mercilessly, she would explain a bunch of last resort reasons in her letters. Once or twice, he believed it...
He was tired after so many times.
The metal lighter clicked into flames.
The bright flame illuminated his pale face...
The copy of the design, the paternity test certificate, and her medical diagnosis were all burned together.
The fire gradually increased in intensity and spread, just like Ximen Longting holding a ball of fire in his hand.
When it almost burned on his finger, he waved lightly and threw it into the ashtray.
"Master, this is... the chicken soup that a certain lady stewed for you. It's still warm. She said she hoped you could drink it..."
"Feed the dog."
"We don't have any dogs here?"
Ximen Longting's sharp gaze fell on Wilson's face, as if asking: If you don't have a dog, what are you?
Wilson: "..."
"Why don't you drink it and wait for me to serve you personally?"
Wilson: "...here's a drink."
Ximen Longting tried his best to sit up and asked the escort to take his clothes and button his shirt.
Wilson was drinking chicken soup on the side, as if drinking pesticide and asked: "Master, where are you going? Your body is not suitable for movement."
"Go back home."
Ximen Longting stood in front of the mirror, tying his tie on his own.
In the mirror, his facial features are three-dimensional, unruly and handsome...
He had indulged enough for an unworthy woman. Looking back on the days he had lived in purgatory, he was worse than a dog.
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Leng Aofeng's facial lines were tense and his teeth were clenched, forcing Aunt Qu into a dark corner.
"I'll ask you one last time, where did you go this afternoon?!"
Dark shadows loom like dark clouds——
In Aunt Qu's eyes, Leng Aofeng always had a cool temper and rarely got offended by anything.
It seems that he has no temper. Everyone has a bottom line, and Jing Jiaren is his bottom line...