Jing Jiaren stood up and walked back and forth for a few steps around Ximen Fenglie...
"Aren't you Ximen Longting?"
"..."
"Otherwise why didn't you say anything!?"
Jing Jiaren suddenly took a big step, stretched out her hand and grabbed his face hard.
Ximen Longting once said that the touch of a face mask is different from that of a real face.
The face mask will be thicker if it fits the real face...
Ximen Fenglie raised his brows. He didn't expect that she would actually stretch out her pliers to pinch his face. It was as if she was too ambitious.
Jing Jiaren pinched her, she was so shameless!
The next second, her wrist was strangled by a big hand.
Jing Jiaren was in pain. She remembered that he also had a wound on his hand. Although it had healed, the scar was still there.
He also had injuries on his abdomen, but it was not convenient to check.
She stretched out her other hand to pull his sleeve, but unfortunately the golden button locked the sleeve wrist tightly and she couldn't pull it off.
At this moment, the door opened, and Director Vic walked in. He was obviously stunned when he saw the scene in front of him.
Jing Jiaren took the opportunity to put her hand on Ximen Fenglie's abdomen and touched...
Originally, Ximen Longting had a bandage wrapped around her abdomen when she was injured, but now, she feels flat.
"You're not Ximen Longting!?"
As soon as Jing Jiaren finished speaking, she was knocked out by Ximen Fenglie's palm.
"You woman, you are so courageous!" Ximen Fenglie put his legs on his knees coldly, he was an unruly and sinister man, a born king.
For many years, no woman has been able to get close to him. Even servants cannot touch his body without his permission...otherwise, they will end up dead.
The sound is really different...
Jing Jiaren instantly felt hostile. It turned out that Ximen Longting had a twin brother?
Why didn't you tell her earlier and she made such a big mistake?
No, she has never heard that the Ximen family has a second son. Isn't Ximen Longting the eldest son?
"Who are you!" Jing Jiaren was full of guard, "Why did you bring me here?"
Ximen Fenglie stared at her coldly, the corner of his mouth curled up coldly: "You are the one who wants to come."
"I want to see Ximen Longting, where is he?!"
Over there, Vic came over, leaned in front of Ximen Fenglie's ear, and whispered something.
Ximen Fenglie nodded coldly and glanced at Jing Jiaren again: "Take her down and change into clean clothes."
"..."
"You can't even recognize your own man. This is the passionate love you love young people to the death," he twirled the ruby ring, his words filled with contempt, "It's so superficial that it's worthless."
Jing Jiaren was extremely confused.
Young man? He talks about himself as if he is an old man...should he be Ximen Longting's brother?
Fortunately, he is not Ximen Longting. If Ximen Longting lost his memory and forgot about her, she would almost collapse, okay?
"Is Sun in your hands? Ximen Longting was also captured by you!? What is your purpose?"
Ximen Fenglie glanced at her coldly, picked up a thick French book on the table, and opened a page.
That noble posture is very similar to Ximen Longting when he is still...
In fact, the feeling is different. Because Jing Jiaren has lost her memory, she only remembers being with Ximen Longting for more than two months, and her impression of Ximen Longting is not that deep.
For example, she didn't have a detailed idea of Ximen Longting's height and size.
Before I was Jing Jiaren, I would never have been able to admit my mistake.