Before leaving, Ximen Longting asked for a video of a passionate kiss, and when he got home and sat in the car, he played it back and forth on his iPad.
He just watched it by himself, and from time to time he walked in front of Jing Jiaren and forced her to watch it.
Jing Jiaren glanced at it with interest at first——
Ximen Longting looked back over and over again, leaving Jing Jiaren speechless.
"Ximen Longting, have you had enough?"
"Not enough. I can't see enough."
"Then you see for yourself, don't keep showing it in front of me..."
Ximen Longting put one hand on her shoulder and forced her to watch it together: "Watching it alone is boring."
Jing Jiaren must have a lot of mental endurance to endure such a scoundrel.
As long as he is happy, he can watch it.
At that time, Jing Jiaren was very afraid that this would teach Sun bad, and she would be influenced by it too much, so Sun should not be mature enough to pick up girls early.
Jing Jiaren pinched his face: "Put it away when you get home and put it in the room to read later?"
"Why can't you see people? The home theater in the living room looks so exciting!"
"..."
Ten minutes of passionate kissing, does he want to watch it as a movie?
Jing Jiaren glanced at him faintly and used her trump card: "Ximen Longting, you definitely didn't sleep well last night. The dark circles under your eyes are a bit heavy..."
As he spoke, he pointed at Ximen Longting’s eyes with slightly lowered eyelashes on the iPad.
"That's the shadow of the eyelashes!"
"It's just dark circles."
"..."
"And this is an acne on his forehead, right?" Jing Jiaren pointed at a red spot on his head with a swipe of her finger.
Ximen Longting's happy expression immediately turned to death.
Jing Jiaren didn't know whether to live or die, so she reached out and lifted up his bangs, and saw that there was indeed a red pimple on his forehead.
Jing Jiaren reached out and pressed it, and saw him hissing.
"Does it hurt? It's a pimple caused by excessive heat. Drink more fire-reducing tea and don't stay up late at night."
Ximen Longting bit her finger in hatred.
Jing Jiaren pinched his jaw: "Did I say something wrong? Why did you bite me?"
Ximen Longting let go coldly, stared at her, and gritted his teeth: "Jing Jiaren, you can't just see my advantages? Why do you want to see my flaws?"
Jing Jiaren had a funny look on her face: "No one is perfect. Even if you are a god, you will have some flaws."
"..."
"You see you are obviously not in good spirits..."
Ximen Longting finally turned off his iPad, his face was gloomy and he didn't look too happy.
Jing Jiaren coughed: "But the photo was good, we can keep it as a souvenir."
"It's so ugly, I don't want it anymore."
"If you're not ugly, how can you be ugly!" He looks so handsome even without makeup.
"You said it was ugly!"
"..."
After a pause, Ximen Longting said quietly: "It doesn't matter, I didn't finish the filming today, and there will be tomorrow and the day after tomorrow..."
Well, her comfort was in vain, and she thought it had damaged his self-confidence.
Ximen Longting then took out a script plan to look at, which was specially created for Jing Jia and Gong Zihua.
He flipped through the pages coldly, probably thinking about how he, the male lead, was going to get in and steal the show.
Jing Jiaren was leaning on the sofa. She never wanted Ximen Longting to get involved, but he came anyway. She didn't know if this would affect the clues.
"By the way, have you investigated Gong Zihua?" Jing Jiaren thought for a moment, and now she was in a passive state.
Ximen Longting is so capable, why should he sit back and wait for death? Why not turn the situation around?
"What, you want to check him?" Ximen Longting asked as he turned the page.