In the UK, on the day Jing Jiaren and Jian Chenche participated in a design competition, Jing Jiaren suffered from hypochondriasis and stabbed her heart with a wine glass in a bar, almost dying that day...
Ximen Longting's pupils contracted violently, and it hurt like a sharp knife.
To this day, he still remembers the pain of almost losing her.
"What do you mean you have to be secretive?" Jing Jiaren asked unhappily, "I can't listen?"
Ximen Longting's eyes suddenly became gentle and he held her hand: "I will ask someone to force him to confess. Let's try it first."
"How to force it?"
"Sex~seduction, beauty trap."
Wilson echoed: "Since ancient times, heroes have been saddened by beauty... This method is very good and will not hurt Young Master Gong."
Jing Jiaren pondered and had no objection.
But she found that the way Ximen Longting looked at her was particularly gentle and strange...
"What are you doing?"
Ximen Longting came back to his senses seriously: "It's okay."
He just thought of the scene in England, and the feeling of regaining something lost made him feel complicated, and his words seemed very gentle.
Jing Jiaren was a little unaccustomed to it. Even though Ximen Longting was gentle, he was also domineering.
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SUN held the maid's hand and came back excitedly from outside. The little guy didn't know where he went to play, he was sweating profusely and was very excited.
"Young master, come and wipe your face."
Wilson stepped forward as usual.
SUN stared at Wilson with eyes wide open, looking at Wilson in disbelief, and shouted three times in a row: "Wow! Wow! (⊙o⊙) Wow!"
"..."
"Uncle Wilson's voice and face are very similar to Gong's son!" SUN covered her mouth with her small hands, shocked and incoherent, "The hair and figure are also Uncle Wilson's...queen, queen!"
"Young Master..."
"Stay away from me!" SUN jumped a few feet away and ran away desperately.
Wilson had no choice but to follow him into the living room for fear that SUN would fall.
Ximen Longting was sitting on the sofa. When he saw Wilson walking in, he immediately said coldly: "I told you to get away from me, get out!"
"..."
SUN grabbed Jing Jiaren's hand and complained, probably talking about how weird Wilson's face had become, as if he had merged with Gong's son, and so on.
Just in time to see Wilson come in, he yelled: "Queen, have you seen it too...go away, go away!"
The tragic Wilson, with his new face, was so disliked...
"Yes, I'll go out first." Wilson turned around and left lonely.
"Wait!" Jing Jiaren called him, really couldn't bear to see this poor and sincere subordinate being called around.
Moreover, she was the one who asked Wilson to change his face, making him suddenly become so unpopular.
"Miss Jing, is there anything else?"
"Since neither father nor son likes...your new face, why don't you change it?"
Wilson frowned and said: "We have used up the glue remover. I will send someone to get it. It will take some time to transport it by air."
"That's it..."
"I'm sorry, it's my fault for scaring you."
Ximen Longting lazily raised his eyelids and glanced at Wilson, as if Gong Zihua's younger brother was standing in front of them, feeling groveling, very weird and awkward.
"Are you really Uncle Wilson?" SUN asked with wide red eyes.
"He is your Uncle Wilson, but he wears a particularly realistic humanoid mask..." Jing Jiaren helped, "You can't make a fuss anymore."
"Oh!" SUN thought for a while, then raised his little finger, "Come here."