How could she know that Leng Xinqi and the others were so despicable and had no bottom line that they could use their mobile phones to devise a trap to frame her.
In the kitchen, lean meat porridge was slurping and bubbling.
The maid taught Jing Jiaren step by step - speaking of it, she didn't do it.
There was no way, people without cooking talent could not escape from the "dark cooking world" overnight, and Jing Jiaren didn't want to waste time.
"It tastes pretty good," Jing Jiaren took a little taste with a spoon, "You can take a bowl to the young master's room."
She went back to her room and put her phone away first.
When she arrived late, she heard the sound of the servant being scolded while she was still at the door.
"Master, this is really made by Miss Jing, she did it herself."
"How much benefit has she given you?"
"I didn't. There are rules in the manor. How dare I take any advantage?"
Jing Jiaren pushed open the half-open door and saw the servant kneeling on the ground miserably with tears on her face. She couldn't help but frown: "She is just serving you a bowl of porridge, how can she annoy you?"
She was the one who annoyed Ximen Longting! He thought she was just perfunctory and let the servants do it, so he served it.
A cold voice asked: "Where have you been?"
"I just had a stomachache and wanted to go take a rest."
"Why does it take so long to make a bowl of porridge?"
It took her a lot of time to talk to Leng Xinqi and make phone calls to newspapers and magazines.
"I'm not very good at it, so I was delayed...are you having another nervous attack?"
Ximen Longting's expression slowly softened: "I just hope you won't perfuse me or lie to me."
"You are really extremely sensitive. Can I lie to you even if I make a bowl of porridge?"
Because she doesn't love him, because she doesn't trust him, Ximen Longting is really super sensitive about this.
Jing Jiaren waved her hand and asked the servant to go down and close the door.
"Hurry up and drink the porridge. It's already time. By the way, has the doctor come to see you?" She remembered that she asked Wilson to call the doctor. "What's the reason for drinking last night?"
"Um."
"Then can you stop drinking until your stomach is healed?"
Ximen Longting stared at her: "As long as you don't make me angry."
Jing Jia was shocked. Was it because of her that he drank last night? Does she still have such influence?
"Come feed me."
"You are not a three-year-old child, why do you always have to be fed here and there?"
Ximen Longting looked at her with dark eyes: "I like you to feed me."
"I see that you like any woman to feed you." Jing Jiaren walked over sarcastically, and he stretched out his hand to bring her to sit next to him.
Before Jing Jiaren could react, a ring slipped on her finger. Was it the mistress ring that he had always kept?
"You are not allowed to take it off without my permission." He said domineeringly, "Otherwise, I will punish you."
"Ha, what punishment?"
He suddenly leaned over, bit her lip, and said in an ambiguous voice: "The punishment of love."
Jing Jiaren's heart was in turmoil. Even if he lost his temper today, the look in his eyes when he looked at her was very gentle and gentle, not at all like the usual stormy ferocity.
The atmosphere suddenly became warm and harmonious.
Jing Jiaren fed him a few mouthfuls: "Is it delicious?"
“The most delicious food in the world.”
"How does it compare to Miss He? She should also have made some food for you."
Ximen Longting suddenly grinned: "You care about her so much?"
"No!" she said bravely, "I just have nothing to say."