There was a long line of cars waiting, and a beautiful silver wolf took the lead and came to greet them personally.
Jing Jiaren’s eyes lit up—Leng Aofeng?!
Leng Aofeng's steps were strong and proud, and he circled Ximen Longting and Leng Jiaren twice, walking beside them like a loyal dog.
Jing Jia and a group of bodyguards walked silently behind her.
It actually didn't recognize that Leng Jiaren was not her——
Sure enough, DNA deceived even him with the sharpest nose!
From this point of view, Leng Jiaren will be her best replacement!
Jing Jiaren felt a strange and indescribable feeling in her heart.
Ximen Longting opened the door and sent Leng Jiaren into the car. He paused and glanced at the unhappy woman behind him.
Jing Jiaren understood what he meant and immediately quickened her pace.
As usual, servants have to sit with bodyguards.
Of course, Ximen Longting would not let her sit with those stinky men. Fortunately, he could still remember her existence. Should she shed tears of gratitude?
Leng Aofeng knelt at Leng Jiaren's feet and automatically found a good position.
"Feng, we meet again."
Leng Jiaren lowered her hand and stroked Leng Aofeng's head,
Leng Aofeng squinted his eyes and leaned his head against Leng Jiaren's palm, showing his intimacy.
When Jing Jiaren got into the car, the originally lazy wolf suddenly became alert and stared at Jing Jiaren, the pupils in the wolf's eyes tightening.
Ximen Longting then bent down and got into the car——
He saw that Leng Aofeng had moved in front of Jing Jiaren, his nose moving slightly, sniffing something.
Before we got in the car, we were far apart, and Leng Jiaren's smell overwhelmed Jing Jiaren's smell...
Leng Aofeng probably didn't think much about it.
As soon as Jing Jiaren got in the car, the smell was too strong.
Ximen Longting had a dark face as he saw Leng Aofeng getting closer and closer, sniffing around Jing Jiaren's feet like a dog.
"beautiful woman?"
Leng Aofeng shouted two words in a low voice, suddenly raised his two front paws, placed them on Jing Jiaren's knees, and looked at her upright.
One person and one wolf stare at each other.
Jing Jiaren's eyes moved slightly, and there was suddenly a lot of moisture under her eyes.
"Who are you? Beauty?" Leng Aofeng shouted uncertainly, stretching out a paw to scratch the mask off her face.