Jing Jiaren's eyes were cool and moist after being washed with tears...
Ximen Longting's head hung down, his back was bent, his eyes were level with hers, and he was about to come over and kiss her.
Jing Jiaren pushed his face away almost subconsciously.
No matter how strong she is, she still needs a few days to buffer.
There is really no way to be intimate with him.
Once she got close, Wang Yingying lying on the ground, looking very charming, came to mind.
Ximen Longting frowned: "What?"
"Go take a bath, you smell so much of alcohol."
"..."
"Also, you haven't brushed your teeth." Jing Jiaren looked away and looked away from him, "I'll make you some breakfast and bring it up. After you take a shower, just lie down on the bed and wait for me."
Ximen Longting held her shoulders: "Wash with me."
"I just washed it."
"Okay..." Ximen Longting held her hand, "Let the chef prepare breakfast, you can only check it."
Leaving the bedroom, Jing Jiaren took a deep breath, her whole body seemed to have left a depressing space.
She found the servant downstairs and simply told her to keep what happened last night a secret... and asked her to tell the story to the other servants in the villa.
After all, it's not a glorious thing.
The servant probably also knows what happened last night - after being around the master for a long time, he will pay attention to his words.
Sure enough, as Jing Jiaren expected, Ximen Longting called her just when she made an agreement with the driver.
"Miss Jing, this is the young master's phone number." The driver looked at the phone screen, slightly embarrassed.
"It doesn't matter, just do what I just said..."
Jing Jiaren pretended to be calm.
It was said that Ximen Longting was too drunk and sat on the sofa alone. After the banquet, someone notified the driver to pick him up.
Everything can be well concealed.
Ximen Longting seemed to have forgotten everything, and his expression didn't look abnormal.
Jing Jiaren leaned against the sink, feeling weak in her body.
Just hide Ximen Longting like this, cover up the matter, and it won't take long for her pain to be slowly healed by time. There is nothing that time cannot heal.
"Miss Jing, the porridge seems to be mushy." The chef reminded me kindly.
Jing Jiaren suddenly came to her senses and quickly turned off the fire.
I had just filled half a bowl of porridge when my fingers were burned by the porcelain bowl and it fell to the ground——
A very loud sound.
"Miss Jing, why don't you wear insulated gloves? I'd better do it."
There was silence in the bedroom.
Ximen Longting lay on the bed, frowning, enjoying the spoon handed over by Jing Jiaren, the most supreme service.
"Jing Jiaren, it's hot!" She immediately frowned and moved her lips away due to the burn.
Damn woman, can’t even do the most basic stirring?
Jing Jiaren stirred it, scooped up a spoonful and blew it to her mouth to taste the heat.
Ximen Longting's Xie Si's red eyes were wide open as he saw Jing Jiaren take a mouthful of porridge, scoop up the second mouthful and put it into his mouth.
The third bite...
The fourth bite...
She seemed to be thinking about a very important question and mechanically repeated the action of feeding into her mouth.
Then, Boss Ximen watched helplessly as she ate all the bowl of porridge prepared for him!
"Jing Jiaren!" Ximen Longting snapped his fingers in front of her eyes, "Come to your senses!"
This woman is weird!
Jing Jiaren's confused eyes were focused, staring at Ximen Longting's domineering and depressed face, and then looking at the empty porridge bowl. What was she doing just now?
"What you mean by saying you want to treat me twice as much and make it up to me is to show me porridge?"