The night is getting darker and the street lights are on.
Jing Jiaren walked to the gate of the fence and couldn't help but look back. Ximen Longting was still standing there, with his hands in his pockets, and he was pulling him wildly and unruly.
Wilson and two bodyguards stood not far away with their hands folded, showing respect.
Jing Jiaren smiled slightly and walked into the courtyard.
The aroma of hot food floats in the house, and it feels so good to be home and there are always people around.
The home Jing Jiaren wants is a small house in a clean and beautiful town, but it has all the necessary equipment. Every item must be decorated by her herself. Only in this way can she feel at home.
The life of her grandmother and grandfather was what she longed for.
As I was changing my slippers at the entrance, I heard my grandmother holding the receiver and saying: "Elizabeth, you came back just in time, your phone."
Jing Jiaren looked at the clock and saw that the time was just right.
Jing Jiaren walked over and took the receiver, answered a few times, and wanted to talk to Leng Lintian over there.
"Please wait a moment, he is resting upstairs."
Jing Jiaren walked upstairs in soft slippers, and her grandmother shouted: "Is ARON coming down for dinner? If he feels uncomfortable, I will bring him a portion upstairs."
"Okay," Jing Jiaren smiled with her eyes crooked, "Thank you, grandma."
There was no light on in the bedroom, so it was dark.
The evening glow falls in from the window...
Jing Jiaren saw the bulge in the quilt and turned on the lamp: "Leng Lintian, are you sleeping?"
Leng Lintian turned his back to the door of the room, his back looking lonely and indifferent.
Jing Jiaren pushed his shoulder, but there was no response. She turned to the other side and saw Leng Lintian's open eyes.
The black eyes are like two magnetic vortices...
"Are you awake?" Jing Jiaren handed him the yellow receiver, "Answer the phone. Mr. Ximen's place."
Leng Lintian still didn't move until Jing Jiaren put the receiver to his ear: "Speak?"
"..."
"Leng Lintian, speak!"
Leng Lintian suddenly raised his eyelashes and stared at her: "What did you say? Wife, did you have fun shopping in the supermarket?"
Why does his voice sound so sinister?
Jing Jiaren took back the receiver: "Did you hear his voice? Are you satisfied? He is sick. I hope you will tell Mr. Ximen not to check the post so frequently..."
After hanging up the phone, Jing Jiaren rubbed her eyebrows and said, "Grandma asked you to go down for dinner."
Leng Lintian didn't speak, but kept staring at her with a straight gaze.
"If you don't feel well, I'll ask grandma to serve the food?"
Leng Lintian still didn't speak.
Jing Jiaren was stunned by his gaze and reached out to touch his forehead: "It's much better..."
When my hand was about to move away, it was caught in his big palm.
"Wife..." His voice was a little hot.
"Um?"
"I want to drink water."
"Okay, the patient is the oldest, I'll pour you some water." Jing Jiaren took her hand out of his and stood up to pour some water.
Leng Lintian looked at his empty palm, and his purple lips evoked a Leng Xie dejected smile.
"We agreed to pretend to be my wife for a few days..." Leng Lintian murmured, "but I didn't feel any tenderness as a husband, so he couldn't wait to destroy me!"
Jing Jiaren's hand that was pouring water paused.
"You really can't have expectations," he said self-consciously. "If there is no hope, there will be no disappointment."
He was looking forward to these few days of travel so that he could have good memories with her...
Even if you can't get her, it's good to create a beautiful memory to remember her.