"I discovered it myself." Jing Jiaren came to Wilson's rescue and asked the servant to put the food on the coffee table, "Come here and eat."
Ximen Longting just stood there without moving.
Jing Jiaren ordered forcefully: "Why don't you come over here and wait for me to come over and invite you?"
After imitating his strength, I finally discovered that in fact, Ximen Longting has always been the leader in the family. He has innate strength and kingly aura...
He only listened to her because he loved her.
Jing Jiaren saw that his figure was motionless: "You didn't even listen to what I said, did you?"
"..."
"Now my memory is just stagnant, and you are so grumpy. What will you do when my memory really regresses?" Jing Jiaren looked directly at him. How sad she was to see Ximen Longting like this.
She suppressed her emotions and showed him her most optimistic side, fearing that both of them would become negative...
Ximen Longting finally moved slightly, walked to the sofa, and sat down.
Wilson came over immediately and handed over the towel: "Young mistress."
Jing Jiaren took the towel and carefully wiped off the sweat from Ximen Longting's body...
I looked at his hands again, they were bloody and covered in sand.
He must have been drinking again, the strong smell of alcohol lingering on his body.
"I'll feed you first and then bandage your hands."
Ximen Longting's red pupils tightened, stinging her eyes.
Jing Jiaren took a bite with chopsticks and fed it to him, and he patiently ate it.
Jing Jiaren smiled and narrowed her eyes: "How good."
Ximen Longting chewed the food mechanically, just like a piece of wax.
Jing Jiaren felt uncomfortable watching him eat: "No matter what happens to me in the future, STAR and SUN, you have to take good care of them and be a responsible father."
"..."
"Look at you, you look like a child... you're only sulking at yourself." Jing Jiaren wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue, "I'm very worried about you."
"..."
"What can I do to make you happy? How can I make you not angry?"
"..."
"Ximen Longting, I hope you are happy... If I were by your side, you would be so unhappy..."
Jing Jiaren stared at his face tightly, her throat felt like she was being choked, and she couldn't speak anymore.
She had to concentrate on feeding him, stuffing a whole plate of spaghetti into his mouth...
He also treated his wounds with his own hands and put bandages on them.
Before leaving, Jing Jiaren ordered Wilson to get a sharp knife, and she slashed all the sandbags on the spot.
There is no way to stop Ximen Longting, so we have no choice but to do this.
"Ximen Longting, I'm leaving...you have to take good care of yourself and don't let me worry."
Jing Jiaren leaned down and kissed him on the forehead.
Ximen Longting leaned sternly on the back of the sofa, staring at the scratched sandbag for a long time... and then on the empty plate.
His eyes were unfocused. He had been drinking too much these past few days, and his mind was in a state of emptiness.
Soon after, the servant brought sobering soup.
Hearing Jing Jiaren's instructions before leaving, he reluctantly took a few sips.
Suddenly I felt something was wrong, before leaving?
"Master," Wilson said boldly, "if you continue to be so negative, the saddest thing will be for the young lady."
"..."
"Your emotions have directly affected the entire family. At this time, you should stand up and stand tall."
Ximen Longting's pupils shrank and he pressed his painful temple: "You want you to teach me a lesson?"