"The young master will cut the food for you and choose the best parts for you to eat. The young master will tell you that you have lost weight and ask you to eat more."
Jing Jiaren smiles, her eyelashes drooping, and she has a long silhouette.
[Jing Jiaren, I don’t allow you to be so thin. I don’t like to see you so thin that your chin is pointed.]
【Eat, give me more...don't force me to feed you!?】
[By the way, if you lose all my benefits... I will make you look good. 】
Jing Jiaren already knew Ximen Longting's reaction very well. He would act serious every time, and then seductively lead him to an inappropriate place.
She bit her lower lip. She missed the times when he ordered her domineeringly, when he forced her to eat, when he kissed her with his lips, when he held her tightly, and even when he called her in a deep voice that was only for him.
name.
【beautiful woman】.
Only when he calls her will she feel that her name is the most beautiful in the world.
"So Miss Jing, please eat more, you are really tired these days." Wilson picked up the public chopsticks, picked up a few pieces of abalone slices and put them on her plate.
"Thanks."
Jing Jiaren stuffed food into her mouth mechanically. He would be happy if she ate more, so he had to eat more.
Wilson was also pleased to see her eating: "Yes, the young master will be happy if Miss Jing eats like this."
"Also, Wilson, please tell me more about Ximen Longting..." Jing Jiaren's voice was muffled.
Wilson began to talk about Ximen Longting's childhood, trying to pick some relaxed and naughty incidents, and did not talk about the torture he suffered at the hands of Mr. Ximen.
Jing Jiaren couldn't help laughing after hearing this.
It turns out that Ximen Longting was so naughty when he was young and looked very similar to SUN. He was indeed a father and son.
Dinner is almost done.
Jing Jiaren looked at the big cake boat, which was still warmly lit by candlelight.
Wilson made a gesture, all the lights dimmed, and the violin band played with soothing music.
Wilson pushed the cake cart between her and Ximen Longting.
Jing Jiaren stared at Ximen Longting's handsome face through the candlelight: "What will your master say at this time?"
"The young master will definitely say, ahem -" Wilson changed his voice, "My lady, make a wish."
Jing Jiaren suddenly laughed: "No, you don't pretend to be anything like it."
Wilson said awkwardly: "That's natural. How can a servant pretend to be the master? Miss Jing just likes to entertain me."
Jing Jiaren's eyes were moist and shaking slightly.
It was as if she was watching Ximen Longting open his eyes, staring at her with his evil red eyes, and raised the corners of his lips: [Make a wish that I will be here!]
Of course her wish would be for him...
Jing Jiaren clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and made a sincere wish:
I hope Ximen Longting gets better, I hope he lives a long and healthy life, I hope he is happy, I hope he...
Jing Jiaren was so greedy that she made many wishes, knowing that they would never come true.
Jing Jiaren did not dare to close her eyes for too long, fearing that Ximen Longting would wake up, or that he would never wake up again.
She suddenly opened her eyes, probed his chest with her hand, and accurately felt his rising and falling heartbeat.
She didn't know how many times she touched this position today!
"Blow out the candles."
It is said that you have to blow out the candles in one breath for your wishes to come true?!
How could Jing Jiaren blow out so many candles by herself? Sure enough, her wish would be impossible to come true, right!?
"Why are there so many candles?" she couldn't help complaining.