Ximen Longting cursed secretly and followed closely, fearing that she would fall.
"Jing Jiaren, the edge of the swimming pool is frozen and slippery, please be careful!"
Jing Jiaren took off the coat she was wearing and covered Gong Zihua's body.
"Damn it, I can't stand your mercy!" Ximen Longting scolded.
"I've said it many times, Gong Zihua is a soft-spoken person but not a tough person. Why should you..."
"Is he being soft?" Ximen Longting snorted, "Don't forget how he tricked you into entering the underground palace in the first place?"
Treat him nicely and trust him, but what will be the result?
"If you don't get used to it, it will be no good to anyone if he dies."
"I didn't say I wanted him to die..."
"He's freezing to death." Jing Jiaren begged, "As long as you get him into the house, I'll listen to you in everything. I'll go in right away, okay?"
She was entertaining guests in the restaurant when she suddenly remembered Gong Zihua's existence. She was just asking, and he was talking about her.
Jing Jiaren felt something was wrong...
In addition, the bodyguards said it was snowing outside, but the curtains were tightly closed and not rolled up to let everyone see the snowy scene, which was really strange.
Jing Jiaren wanted to approach the window, but the servant was kind enough to dissuade her.
Jing Jiaren immediately felt that there was something fishy...
So when no one was paying attention, he ran to the window and opened the curtain to look outside.
This time, I saw a kneeling figure beside the outdoor swimming pool.
"This is what you said!" Ximen Longting stretched out his hand and ordered the bodyguards to carry the person inside, "When we get indoors, please don't interfere with me."
"I……"
"If you don't teach this kind of person a lesson now, why don't you wait until he kills me next time?" Ximen Longting's attitude was very firm.
Jing Jiaren pursed her lower lip, not wanting to quarrel today.
Moreover, she knows Ximen Longting's personality very well...
The more she argued with him about Gong Zihua, the more uncomfortable he felt.
"Lean him next to the fireplace. I really won't interfere with anything else," Jing Jiaren said.
Ximen Longting reluctantly agreed and had Gong Zihua thrown by the fireplace.
The warm firelight dances...
Gong Zihua's frozen body slowly felt some warmth, and her body was gradually recovering.
The atmosphere in the restaurant is very happy, the bodyguards and the servants are holding hands and dancing a pas de deux...
nger (Boulanger), where dancers line up in two rows to dance, seems to have originated in France, and is now a Scottish pas de deux.
As the music danced, the dancers bowed to each other, put one hand behind their backs, and held the male partner with the other hand, spinning and kicking, and from time to time they returned to their original positions and changed to the next dance partner.
The music is dancing, the candlelight is bright...
The atmosphere in the whole ballroom was wonderful.
Gong Zihua slowly raised her eyes and saw these servants with smiling faces.
They are just the humblest servants and footmen...but they can be entertained and entertained in the master's room without any restraint.
Jing Jiaren stood at the buffet table, holding a plate in her hand and passing food to Ximen Longting.
Ximen Longting had a cold face, still unhappy about Gong Zihua, and had no intention of taking the plate.
"Okay, don't be unhappy about such a small thing... take a bite?"
"..."
"You know I have worked hard for a long time to make these foods." Jing Jiaren said with a flattering smile, "We have all died so many times. We should learn to be tolerant towards the world, right?"
Ximen Longting glared at her angrily: "It is your tolerance that has caused you to suffer so much!"