"What are you doing?" Jing Jiaren fell into his arms and successfully attracted the focus.
Ximen Longting pinched her chin and smelled the smell of washing powder...
"Jing Jiaren, you——"
Before Ximen BOSS finished speaking, a burst of noise suddenly came from over there.
He Zhiyao's face looked very bad, and he suddenly fell to the ground with his stomach pressed down, curling up.
The studio immediately exploded. The director and several deputies walked over to see what was going on. Wilson squeezed over from the other side and said, "Master, Miss He seems to be ill."
Ximen Longting's eyes were dark, and he still held Jing Jiaren's hand, unmoved at all.
Wilson coughed: "Take her back to the hotel now and call a doctor for her?"
Ximen Longting narrowed his eyes and then realized what he was doing. He let go of Jing Jiaren's hand and strode towards He Zhiyao.
The onlookers moved aside one after another. Ximen Longting's tall figure stood in front of her. A man who was about to help He Zhiyao immediately let go and let her fall back to the ground.
Who dares to touch the crown prince’s woman?
And women are not strong enough - and everyone is full of jealousy and resentment that He Zhiyao can win the favor of the crown prince. Who wants to pay attention to her? They all secretly laugh at her discomfort.
Ximen Longting took He Zhiyao's arm and lifted her up easily.
There was a sudden commotion at the scene...
The woman who was originally laughing at He Zhiyao was probably fainting now.
Watching helplessly, their crown prince carried He Zhiyao into the car!
Jing Jiaren looked at her empty palm. Just now, Ximen Longting was still holding her hand, retaining her remaining warmth.
And now...
Jing Jiaren's hands subconsciously rubbed her body vigorously a few times.
She wanted to get rid of the smell of Ximen Longting - she couldn't miss him anymore.
Because, from tomorrow on, he will be someone else’s man!
"Miss Jing, get in the car." Wilson reminded softly, staring at the changes in Jing Jiaren's face.
She nodded slowly and followed him to the Bentley RV...
She originally wanted to sit in the front seat, but Wilson opened the back compartment to let her sit.
Jing Jiaren bravely got into the car, knowing that even if she didn't agree, she still had no choice.
Didn't Ximen Longting do all this just to stimulate her?
In the long sofa chair, Ximen Longting sat in his usual exclusive position, and He Zhiyao was placed in his arms and leaned against her chest.
His hand was holding her shoulder, and the other was widely open...
In fact, the posture is very evasive, not as natural and intimate as when he usually hugs Jing Jiaren.
Jing Jiaren just glanced at it briefly and then looked away.
Therefore, she couldn't see Ximen Longting's evasion...
All she knows is that her exclusive "royal knees" are now occupied by other women.
Jing Jiaren looked out the window, her eyes vague and transparent.
Her heart seemed to be scratched by millions of cats, with blood marks all over it. Her original reluctance to let go of Ximen Longting gradually became final in these cracks.
She now feels that following her father's wishes seems to be the right decision.
Even if Ximen Longting doesn't pursue He Zhiyao today, he will find another woman after losing interest in her.
This day comes early to let her feel the taste. It's great!
Ximen Longting's eyes darkened, and he separated He Zhiyao with one hand. He couldn't get used to the smell on her body: "Don't move!"
He Zhiyao was so painful that his whole body broke away, and he pressed his abdomen with his hands: "Let me go."
"You can't even sit still, where do you want to go?"