Jing Jiaren frowned and looked out the window. As soon as she calmed down, her mind began to work at a high speed.
Mr. Ximen is fully capable of taking her away or killing her directly...
If he didn't do anything, it meant she was safe.
Thinking of her previous guess - what Mr. Ximen wanted was to copy the chessboard and let Ximen Longting try the pain he had experienced. How could he let her die so easily and let the chessboard end?
Then the situation completely turned around.
Jing Jiaren became calm and calm, but Ximen Longting was deep in thought and didn't speak much.
Moreover, when he answered the phone, he had to carry her on his back, especially when he went to the study room next door, and even locked the door.
"Ximen Longting, have you listened to my analysis carefully?" Jing Jiaren frowned and stared at him, "Master Ximen will not want me to die for the time being, because he has not achieved his goal yet."
Ximen Longting stood by the window, his back dark and silent.
"Why don't we just follow his instructions and go to French 13 Oaks to see what he wants to do?"
"..."
"By the way, I also want to know what he and Miss JANE experienced before."
It must be an unforgettable pain that makes him still bear it to this day.
"Since we can't avoid it, why don't we just push it and turn passivity into initiative?"
Ximen Longting came back to his senses: "You want to take the initiative to approach the old man, are you crazy!?"
"Only by getting close to him can we understand everything. Otherwise, he will always be the biggest obstacle between us."
"I will find a way to get rid of this obstacle!"
"I believe you have this ability, but you are obviously not ready yet, right?" Jing Jiaren looked at him with a clear look, "If you were completely sure, you wouldn't be anxious now."
Ximen Longting stared at her: "Why, the stupid woman's intelligence has recovered?"
"Ximen Longting, tell me what you really think. Didn't we agree? There is no hiding."
Ximen Longting whispered: "I don't want you to get involved."
"But I'm already involved..."
"..."
Ximen Longting looked at the time, walked aside, and personally made milk for her.
Regardless of whether Jing Jiaren was soft or hard, he just stopped saying anything.
"Jing Jiaren, drink milk. After drinking, go to bed early."
I brewed the milk myself and brought it to Jing Jiaren.
Jing Jiaren looked at the glass of milk and then at Ximen Longting: "Not in the mood."
"You want me to feed you!?"
"What was put in the milk? Did I fall into coma after drinking it and sleep until dawn? When I woke up, you were gone and I was sent to a safe place?" Jing Jiaren stared at him silently,
"I'd be very disappointed if you did that."
Ximen Longting's hands tightened: "Jing Jiaren!"
"I guessed it right. You want to settle me down, so you go to fight Master Ximen?"
"..."
"I don't want my son anymore. If something happens to you, you won't care about me anymore? Really?"
"I won't have any accidents!" Ximen Longting clenched the milk cup, his eyes dark, "You are still alive, how can I dare to die!?"
"..."
"I will rescue my son and we will live a new life."
Jing Jiaren stared at him, but at this moment she felt that he was so far away and impossible to capture.
It was as if if she agreed to let him leave this time, he would completely disappear from her life...
Jing Jia's heart ached: "Every time we act separately, we get further and further apart."