"Miss Jing, Mr. Leng is gone." Aunt Qu gasped and came back to her senses.
Jing Jiaren stood silently and nodded dejectedly: "I know, let him go..."
"Mr. Leng seems to be really angry."
Not just angry, but also sad and worthless for Jing Jiaren...
Jing Jia's heart was clogged with sadness and her eyes were red: "He needs to vent."
"Is something going to happen to him?"
"No." Jing Jiaren said firmly, "He knows that if something happens to him, I will be sad."
After saying that, she smiled sadly.
If something happened to Leng Aofeng, she couldn't help but feel sad because she regarded Leng Aofeng as a relative.
But just because she had feelings for Leng Aofeng, she was wrong and unfair to Ximen Longting.
However, who has ever been fair?
She also wanted to strip away all her feelings for Leng Aofeng, as she had never seen Leng Lintian...
She vowed that she would deal with it in the future. If Ximen Longting didn't like it, she would never have anything to do with any man again.
No chance...she missed the opportunity time and time again...
Jing Jiaren slung her shoulders, like a twilight old man, instantly losing strength.
She walked upstairs dejectedly step by step.
Aunt Qu didn't say much, she followed her consciously and looked at her carefully.
Jing Jiaren went upstairs step by step, moving very slowly.
The house here is very old, and the stairs still creak slightly when walking.
In front of her eyes, there seemed to be a scene of Ximen Longting living in this house...
She walked to the second floor, walked straight to a room, and pushed open.
The big bed was tidied, and she sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her own shadow on the floor, her expression blank.
There is also a faint medicinal smell in the air.
She casually picked up a piece of clothing she had changed from the bedside, put it in front of her nose, and smelled his scent.
When she looked up, she saw burning ashes on the ashtray beside the bedside table.
There are still a few corners that have not been burnt out, and it can be vaguely seen that they are the design drafts she brought over...
Tears rolled down uncontrollably again.
Ximen Longting, this is the answer you gave me after reading my explanation?
Finally, you don’t even want to face me when we break up. Tell me your choice with actions?
Jing Jiaren's face was buried tightly in her clothes, her throat wet with tears.
Aunt Qu stood aside quietly, accompanying her...
The time for the competition is approaching day by day.
SUN is busy playing with Xiaomi, Jian Chenche is busy in the studio, and Leng Aofeng has not returned yet.
Jing Jiaren's mental condition is getting better. In addition to talking less, she doesn't like to laugh so much. When she is alone, she goes to the hills to paint.
Calm and indifferent, as if nothing happened.
But Aunt Qu discovered that she really liked going to that farmer's house...
Several times Jing Jiaren disappeared, and Aunt Qu immediately thought of that farmer.
Sure enough, after taking the bodyguard there, he found her.
I saw her talking to herself to the empty bed, wearing an apron, cooking in the kitchen, or sowing daisy seeds in the yard, talking and laughing, as if someone was talking to her.
Probably Ximen Longting's departure without saying goodbye and unwillingness to forgive became a knot in Jing Jiaren's mind.
Aunt Qu felt very strange. Since Ximen Longting no longer lives in this house, why didn't he sell it? Just leave it empty?
But then I thought about it, he has so many real estate properties all over the world, most of them were bought on a whim and left idle...some places will specially send people to stay and take care of them.