"The necklace is very beautiful." He suddenly praised.
Jing Jiaren lowered her head and couldn't help but touch the cold swan. This gem was so dazzling that no one would ignore it.
Jing Jiaren felt that these gems were like Ximen Longting's eyes - monitoring her anytime and anywhere, and she would be reminded of his existence whenever she saw them.
At this time, a soft call sounded: "Miss Jing."
Jing Jiaren came back to her senses and saw two servants running towards this side.
"Miss Jing, the young master is looking for you."
Jing Jiaren frowned and realized that it had already exceeded the 30 minutes he said. Damn it, this man is really haunted...
I had no choice but to follow the servant back.
Jingyou said with a warm smile: "You have had a unique personality since you were a child. Most boys can't even look at you."
Jing Jiaren also laughed: "Are you indirectly saying that I am aloof?"
"You are indeed quite arrogant," Jing You was very curious, "I really want to see what kind of man you like?"
Jing Jia's heart sank. She met Shang Yanxuan after Jing You moved. Naturally, he didn't know about her relationship. And Ximen Longting...
"Tell me, what kind of person is he?"
"He is a difficult person to get along with."
"...?"
"You'll know then."
When they arrived at the door of the manor, Wilson stood waiting for her at the door with a bad expression on his face: "Miss Jing, the young master is waiting for you."
"I know, I'll go over now." Jing Jiaren frowned, said goodbye to Jing You, and followed Wilson angrily away.
Looking at her leaving back, looking unhappy, Jing You's eyes were deep and flickering unpredictably.
At this moment, I felt a sharp light coming from high in the sky.
Sharper than a sword, it seemed to pierce the air and hit him.
Jing You raised his head slightly and saw a stern and evil figure standing on the third floor terrace.
With the light behind him, he couldn't see his face clearly, but his tall and tall figure exuded a powerful aura——
Everything is a warning: stay away from his woman.
…
There was a warm yellow light on in the living room, there was no one on the bed, and there was clearly a black figure by the window.
Jing Jiaren was pushed in by Wilson, and the door quickly closed behind her.
She was staggered by this push. She was in a bad mood because she was so disrespected.
She was sure that the people on the terrace must have heard her coming in, but he didn't make any movement. It was obviously him who asked her to come, but what happened now?
The disease has not healed yet. If you don't lie in bed and put medicine on it, what are you doing on the terrace blowing the air?
A cold and displeased voice sounded from the terrace: "Come here."
The voice was so sinister that it was blown by a gust of wind, sending chills down one's spine.
However, Jing Jiaren gets scared from time to time!
She must have offended him again because she didn't keep time?
Jing Jiaren raised the corners of her mouth mockingly and walked over slowly.
On the terrace, Ximen Longting was leaning against the railing, a glass of red wine standing by his hand, with an uncertain expression on his face.
Before she could reach him, he pulled her into his arms with a long hand.
Before Jing Jiaren had time to react, she was blocked by a powerful kiss, and the red wine in her mouth was forced into her mouth.
She coughed twice, but he didn't give her any room to breathe. She tossed and turned, and a hot palm penetrated into her collar, rubbing against her tender skin...