Sure enough, Ximen Longting stared at her and said word by word: "I just can't stand the way you flatter other men!"
Jing Jiaren was shocked. How could she be flattering?
Aren't they just stuffed with a few cans and cartons of milk?
"Speak softly! Who are you trying to seduce?"
This dog's mouth cannot spit out ivory when his temper is bad.
"I haven't eaten all day and night. Do you care about me?"
Ximen Longting had reason to be angry.
Why could she care whether the bear was injured or whether Wilson had enough to eat?
How could a man like him be put second in everything?
Jing Jiaren was convinced: "Then I will also speak softly and flatter you..."
She looked at the meat being roasted on the shelf, reached out and picked it up and rushed over: "Are you hungry? I'm sorry I didn't pay attention to you right away, our eldest husband, President Ximen."
Ximen Longting snorted coldly and looked away.
Not to mention his appearance, it looks a bit like a big, awkward black bear.
"Ximen Longting, let's have something to eat."
"Don't eat."
"Eat a little?"
"Go away, I feel upset when I see you."
Jing Jiaren stared at him seriously, and just as she was about to turn around and leave, Ximen Longting's hand grabbed her waist and cursed viciously: "You just leave when I tell you to leave? That's all your sincerity? I know.
You just sincerely starve me to death!"
"..." The corner of Jing Jiaren's mouth twitched, "I was just worried that you would choke, so I wanted to get you a carton of milk."
"..."
"Ximen Longting, you are so cute, I can't help but want to kiss you."
She came over and kissed his forehead, and found that the dirty mud and ash had stained his clean forehead...
Only then did I realize that her face was still very dirty.
"Okay, drink some milk." Jing Jiaren sat on one of Ximen Longting's legs and held the milk box close to him.
Ximen Longting glanced at it like a man: "Packaging!"
Jing Jiaren stuffed him with meat skewers, removed the packaging of the straw, tore it open, and then handed it to his lips.
Ximen Longting drank a few sips with satisfaction, and Jing Jiaren fed him meat again...
Seeing his face getting better little by little, Jing Jiaren breathed a sigh of relief.
As expected, a man is always with you like a tiger, his face is cloudy and uncertain, and he can change his mind as quickly as turning the pages of a book.
The only good thing is that she only needs to coax him a few words.
Thinking of Ximen Longting's childhood and the hardships he endured along the way hand in hand with her, she didn't dislike his naivety at all, but now she cherished him very much.
She vowed to make it up to him and treat him well.
A gentle smile appeared at the corner of Jing Jiaren's mouth, and her eyes looked at him very softly.
She found that just watching him eat made her particularly satisfied.
Ximen Longting put his arm around her waist and handed over the meat skewers: "Take a bite."
There was a sudden movement on the other side of the tent. The servant, who had just come out from sleep, stretched his body and noticed that the young master was back, and then saw the woman sitting on the young master's lap.
This is the woman who pretended to be fainted last time. She used her pretty face to seduce two bodyguards into letting her go.
Ximen Longting was not satisfied with being disturbed and suddenly raised his face with a look of displeasure.
"I, I'll go in right now." The servant hurriedly hid in the tent, feeling very uncomfortable, with a gleam of vicious jealousy flashing in his eyes.
Ximen Longting is unique only with Jing Jiaren. The way he looks at her, speaks to her... everything is a woman's dream.