Ximen Longting was noncommittal and opened the car door: "I would suggest you consider where to have lunch more realistically."
Jing Jiaren got on the bus frustrated. She repeatedly told herself to be generous, but she still felt uncomfortable.
Ximen Longting quickly got into the driver's seat and stretched out his hand to fasten her seat belt: "Develop good habits."
Jing Jiaren said in annoyance: "What on earth does she mean? She's like a stalker."
"You are a woman, you should understand her thoughts better."
"I won't stalk a man." Jing Jiaren bit her lower lip, "Besides, I have absolutely no interest in married men."
Never be a third party interfering in other people's families.
Ximen Longting sat upright, pulled on his seat belt, and turned on the car video.
"Going to eat seafood?"
Jing Jiaren looked away: "I don't want to eat it."
“Chinese food?”
"Not interested."
"Sichuan restaurant." Ximen Longting asked as he patiently drove out.
Jing Jiaren looked at the traffic outside the window and said nothing for a long time.
At the traffic light, his big hand turned her face away: "Jing Jiaren, are you unhappy?"
This time I spoke with absolute certainty, there was no point in denying it.
Jing Jiaren said dullly: "Why do you always change the subject when talking about that woman?"
Ximen Longting raised the corners of his mouth evilly and smiled maliciously: "Because I'm waiting for you to be unhappy."
Jing Jiaren realized that she had been trapped, and suddenly raised her hand and hit him on the shoulder: "Bad guy."
"Keep pretending to be generous if you can," Ximen Longting curled his lips and said mockingly, "Let's see how long you can endure without taking the initiative to talk about her..."
"I've been talking about it." He just chose a tone that was evasive.
"I don't like you showing off in front of me. If you want to know anything, I will tell you as long as you ask."
Jing Jiaren's eyebrows relaxed and she asked, "Don't you think it's annoying for me to be like this?"
"I like you annoying!"
Jing Jiaren's smile overflowed: "Then, what kind of woman is she?"
"How do I know? I'm not interested in getting acquainted."
"I heard her voice sound very familiar yesterday... Do you know that woman?"
Ximen Longting narrowed his eyes: "I have no impression."
"How tall is she? What are her physical features? Is she fat, thin, and beautiful?" Jing Jiaren almost got a drawing board and asked Ximen Longting to draw it.
He glanced at her with the corner of his eye: "I don't know."
"How could you not know?"
"I didn't even look at her."
Jing Jiaren believed that Ximen Longting really didn't pay attention to that woman. He had always been so arrogant. Suddenly, her heart was filled with joy.
"It's too much for you to treat your speculators like this." Jing Jiaren hid her smile.
"Laugh if you want to, don't hold it back." Ximen Longting took off her mask.
The corners of Jing Jiaren's mouth raised, but her smile had not yet formed—
"Didi, baba!"
In my ears, arrogant trumpets sounded one after another.
The road is obviously clear.
Jing Jiaren subconsciously looked out the window. The red Ferrari was driving beside her, the convertible was opened. The woman in the driver's seat wore dark glasses, a purple lace tube top dress, and had big waves.
The long hair is styled on the right side, sexy and charming.
The woman simply ignored Jing Jiaren's presence and blew a kiss in the direction of Ximen Longting.
There are purple armor pieces and a blue butterfly embroidered on the back of the hand, as if it is about to spread its wings and fly out.
It's like thick clouds being blown away, blocking out the beauty of the sky.