"What words are you going to engrave on this?" He also learned to change the subject.
"Aren't there two trophies? You engrave one for me and I'll engrave one for you." This makes the most sense.
Ximen Longting glanced at her: "Finally, your brain is not just a decoration."
"Calling me stupid in disguise? How stupid am I?"
"I wasn't smart to begin with, but my brain became even duller after I became pregnant."
"How am I stupid!?"
"Create a love rival for yourself. If you're not stupid, who is stupid?" Ximen Longting's cool gaze fell on Xiaomi's face.
I saw the little baby lying on the crib, looking at Ximen Longting honestly. When he looked over, he immediately split his toothless lips and smiled happily.
Jing Jiaren: "..."
Jing Jiaren: "Ximen Longting, you've had enough. There must be a limit to narcissism."
Ximen Longting squinted his eyes coldly, this stupid woman!
He has been affectionate to Xiaomi these days, how dare she not be jealous!
"Besides, I don't care about your age."
Not to mention the relationship between uncle and niece, they are a lot older.
When Xiaomi grows up, Ximen Longting will be old!
Moreover, Xiaomi is only a little old, and the feeling of liking someone is a pure attachment. Just like a puppy liking its owner.
How could there be so much mess?
"However, I am worried that by then...SUN will grow up and become the second you, and then be attached to Xiaomi." Jing Jiaren sighed old-fashionedly, "My son has always said that he wants Xiaomi to be his wife when he grows up.
Don't send her away."
"..."
"I also hope that you can keep Xiaomi for the sake of my son's happiness."
Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows: "Do you really want to keep her as a child bride?"
"Ximen Longting, you are crazy! They are related by blood!"
Ximen Longting paused his fingers: "What if not?"
If not?
"That should be considered..." Jing Jiaren said casually.
Ximen Longting's eyes suddenly turned gloomy: "Jing Jiaren, do you think I will agree to Leng Aofeng's daughter marrying my Ximen Longting's son? You are wishful thinking! You will be dreaming in your next life!"
"..." Jing Jiaren, "Isn't this what if? The premise is that Ximen Longying is not your sister."
Ximen Longting held the trophy, and the light reflected on his handsome face.
Jing Jiaren didn't notice the complicated expression on his face, as if his memory had been traced back to a very far-reaching place, and he was a little lost in thought...
"Since the first point is not true, of course there will be no follow-up."
"..."
"Hey, Ximen Longting... go over there and don't see the words I carved."
Ximen Longting came back to his senses, and wanted to say something with his knowing red eyes, but finally endured it.
"Jing Jiaren, I will never allow my descendants to have anything to do with Leng Aofeng."
"..."
"Not even Leng Lintian!"
Jing Jiaren gave him a strange look: "What's wrong with you? They say Xiaomi is related by blood."
"Can you guarantee that the Leng brothers will have no other descendants?"
This... the future is so long, how can we guarantee it?
Jing Jiaren said with a smile: "I know, hurry up, I'm going to start carving."
She had already measured the distance and put on protective glasses with a magnifying glass function.
Fortunately, the servant came back with two sets of tools, one of which was a spare...
Ximen Longting took the spare tools to the cabinet near the window.
After a long distance, Jing Jiaren looked back at him: "I'm about to engrave words. You are not allowed to come over and peek."