Ximen Longting frowned, staring at her slimmer face, rubbing his thumb back and forth.
He declared arrogantly:
"Jing Jiaren, no matter how many times you forget me, I will let you meet me again and fall in love with me!"
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After that day, Jing Jiaren made herself a memory recording pen and put it next to her pillow every night before going to bed, with earphones plugged into her ears.
In this way, when she wakes up in the morning and sees the recorder, she will be surprised and will automatically turn on the recorder.
The pen recorded her condition and what day it was today.
He will also remind her what she has to do that day:
[Ximen is very unhappy today, remember to coax him tomorrow...]
[I promised SUN today that I will go to the beach tomorrow, don’t forget it.]
[STAR is sick today, so we need to pay more attention to his condition tomorrow.]
[Ximen is drunk today, so tomorrow he will make sobering soup and give him a massage...]
【today……】
Every day, Jing Jiaren knew that her memory would be forgotten, so she tried her best to tell the key points of the day's events in the recorder.
Of course, she saves a copy of every day's recording in her computer, which is also a way of storing memory.
Jing Jiaren lives a hard-working and optimistic life.
Compared with her, Ximen Longting was extremely decadent.
In front of her, he always had the image of a good husband, indulging her in everything and doting on him, but once out of her sight, he would become irritable, drink alcohol, and torture himself to vent his inner depression.
On this day, Jing Jiaren was playing with SUN and STAR in the room, and the servant came over in a hurry:
"Young mistress, go and see the young master."
"What's wrong?"
"He has been in the gym all morning and hasn't eaten anything. I'm afraid his body can't bear it. Mr. Wilson asked me to come and call you."
Jing Jiaren understood that no one could take advantage of Ximen Longting, but she was the only one who could contain him.
Immediately go to the kitchen and make a creamy bacon pasta that Ximen Longting loves to eat.
Ximen Longting was hitting the punching bag, forcefully, without wearing boxing gloves.
The bodyguard was holding the sandbag on the side, but when he saw it, he was kicked by a flying kick. The sandbag swayed far away and the bodyguard also fell to the ground.
Apparently, the bodyguard fell down many times and was bruised and swollen.
There was some broken gravel on the ground, and it was said that three sandbags had been broken.
Wilson stood at the side with his body hunched at 90°, not daring to express his anger.
Jing Jiaren stood at the door and saw this scene, feeling helpless and even more heartbroken...
Usually when things don't go smoothly, Ximen Longting gets sulky and behaves masochistically.
Apparently Leng Lintian's progress was hindered, right?
Jing Jiaren coughed: "Ximen Longting."
The man whose whole body was full of hostility, as if he was about to spit out fire at any moment, paused.
Wilson broke out in a cold sweat, the savior came...
The servant behind Jing Jiaren was carrying a tray, and she was carrying a medical kit. She knew that this reckless man would hurt herself.
When she got closer, she saw that the skin and flesh on Big Boss's hands were indeed torn apart, but he seemed to be unconscious of the pain and stared at her coldly: "What are you doing here?"
"I thought you went out. When did you come back?" Jing Jiaren stared at him. He was nowhere to be seen early in the morning. So he didn't go out?
Ximen Longting's murderous red eyes fell on Wilson.