Jing Jiaren looked at his indifferent face and asked him, "Are you listening?"
"Their affairs are none of your business?" Ximen Longting said coldly, "I thought you suddenly remembered that you gave birth to a daughter for me and you forgot about it."
"..." Jing Jiaren said, "How is this possible!"
Before she lost her memory, she was still with him in the Beauty Kingdom, right?
"You really want your daughter crazy."
"If you don't give birth to a daughter, I will really go crazy." He glared at her fiercely, "Everyone else has a daughter, why can't I, Ximen Longting!?"
"You did too many bad things in your last life, God will punish you." Jing Jiaren pinched his nose.
Ximen Longting was so angry that he gritted his teeth: "Jing Jiaren!"
"To be honest, I didn't expect Ji Zi'ang to be such a duplicitous man," Jing Jiaren said seriously, "I always thought he was gentle and a gentleman."
"I told you before, he and Leng Lintian are the same kind of people!"
"..."
"Birds of a feather flock together, and a trash can only needs a lid!" Ximen Longting repeated his previous remarks.
Every time Leng Lintian was mentioned, he couldn't calm down.
"..."
"Or do you think too well of Leng Lintian? Don't you know he is a hypocrite?"
"Don't say that...Although Ji Zi'ang is ruthless, he really has nothing to say to Wen Xinnuan."
"So what are you struggling with? What's the difference between remembering and forgetting?"
"Of course!" Jing Jiaren immediately retorted, "Wen Xinnuan has the minimum right to know... She must at least know what kind of person Ji Ziang is before she can make the happiest choice between two men."
Ximen Longting hugged her and leaned on the bed, his rather sexy chest slightly open, staring at her and talking.
"That time Lilith showed up at Luo Lei's house, he said it was Ji Ziang who did it. I didn't believe it at first, but now I do."
Jing Jiaren was analyzing alone, talking to herself.
"Since Ji Ziang has done so many despicable things, this one is not the least of them."
"This seems very unfair to Luo Lei. He has already died for Wen Xinnuan once!"
Ximen Longting straightened her hair: "You just like to worry about other people's affairs. Neighborhood Committee Aunt Jing!"
"Aunt Jing from the neighborhood committee is her husband, Uncle Ximen," Jing Jiaren pinched his chin, "This is a major event in my best friend's life, and I can't ignore it."
"Then what do you want, let her be with Luo Lei?"
"No, I just told her all the truth. Of course, it's up to her to choose."
"Even if she chooses Luo Lei..." Ximen Longting's eyes darkened, "Aunt Jing from the neighborhood committee keeps telling me that they are not suitable and there is nothing but quarrels?"
"Whether it's suitable or not is up to Wen Xinnuan's heart...Besides, we used to quarrel even more fiercely."
Ximen Longting's face was stinking. If you use good metaphors, you can't think of them. If you want to use bad examples, use him as an example!
"Jing Jiaren, what do you mean?"
"I remembered a lot of things from our past last night... My heart kept hurting in the dream." Jing Jiaren hugged him tightly. This journey was not easy. If Ximen Longting had given up, they would have been there long ago.
It's impossible.
"Simon, thank you for your persistence!"
"I can't even take care of myself," Ximen Longting's throat tightened and he took off the towel on her forehead, "Does your head still hurt?"
Jing Jiaren shook her head, and the nosebleed stopped flowing.