Jing Jiaren had already stood up and walked forward without hearing his words.
Leng Lintian held the fork and put the beef into his mouth gracefully, but he could no longer taste the delicious taste.
He stared at his failed opponent: "That guy is really happy."
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How come Ximen Longting's legs are so long that he can walk so fast?
Jing Jiaren walked out of the restaurant and saw no one else...
She was pregnant, so she had no choice but to walk upstairs slowly.
I felt a little uneasy. I hadn't seen such a sullen expression on Ximen Longting's face for a long time.
Seeing Wilson at the door of the master bedroom, Jing Jia felt relieved. As long as Ximen Longting didn't run away in anger, everything would be fine.
"What's wrong with him?"
"Young Master just..." Wilson's face was complicated, "I was very frustrated."
"Why are you frustrated?"
"You should ask the young master." Wilson opened the door for her.
Ximen Longting was sitting on the sofa with his face, holding a laptop in his hand, and stretched his long legs on the sofa without taking off his shoes.
Jing Jiaren closed the door: "Who made our boss unhappy? I'll help you teach him a lesson."
"..."
"Hey, you are being careful. Didn't you ask the servant to stew some supplements for me? Leng Lintian happened to be out of food, so we were in the restaurant together."
Ximen Longting pressed the keyboard hard with his fingers and ignored her.
The buttons were pressed fast and hard, as if he was venting something.
Jing Jiaren walked over, pulled off his leather shoes forcefully, and threw them to the ground.
"Tell me what's going on. If you don't say anything, I'll take off your socks and put them on your face."
"..."
Jing Jiaren did as she was told and really took off his two socks and dangled them in front of him.
There were two socks swaying in Ximen Longting's sight. He suddenly reached out and opened them: "Jing Jiaren, are you bored!?"
"I have something more boring." Jing Jiaren put on two socks on her hands and covered his face.
Ximen Longting's face was dark and dark: "You dirty woman! Get away!"
"Aren't you trying to get you to talk to me? Do you think I'm willing to touch your dirty socks?"
Ximen Longting put aside his computer and immediately got up to go to the bathroom.
I was so impressed with my bare feet and no shoes...but the carpet was clean enough.
Jing Jiaren also threw off her dirty socks and followed in a pretentious manner: "Ximen BOSS? Ximen Handsome Guy? Ximen Se~Wolf? Jing Longting?"
Ximen Longting simply regarded her as a piece of air, wiping his face with a towel, his red eyes filled with low pressure.
"I can understand why you were jealous before, but now you are like this. What do you want?"
Ximen Longting clenched the towel tightly: "Did I say I was jealous?"
"What's that for?"
"Ask him for help."
"..."
"In your eyes, I'm just not as good as Leng Lintian!" He slammed the towel on the sink, turned around and walked back.
Jing Jiaren washed her hands and quickly followed out: "Who said I went to him for help..."
"You dare to say no!?"
Jing Jiaren's mouth moved, she was indeed looking for...
I originally wanted to hide it from Ximen Longting, but after asking Leng Lintian for a solution, he said that she had come up with it.
"Ximen Longting, I also want to shorten the time and make it smoother." Jing Jiaren sat back beside him, "Don't be angry with me anymore."
"Who am I to be angry with you?" His handsome face tightened and he said mockingly, "I'm angry with myself!"