Jing Jiaren opened the closet, picked up a few coats and tried them on him, and quickly selected a platycodon-colored solid-color single-button suit.
"The style is simple and elegant, and the focus is to look younger. This color is very age-reducing."
"Younger? Reduced age? Are you saying I'm old?"
"..." Jing Jiaren, "Why do you always find faults in my speech?"
Ximen Longting snorted coldly: "If I remember correctly, he is older than me!"
"Yes, he is older than you."
Jing Jiaren picked up a striped business tie, wrapped it around his neck, and tied a knot flexibly, "He is not as good as you in any way, why do you want to compare with him?"
"Who said I competed with him?"
"That is?"
"I want to prove in every way how discerning you were back then, and how good your eyesight was when you fell in love with me!"
"My eyesight is pretty good." Jing Jiaren chuckled. He was obviously very aggressive.
After a moment of pause, Jing Jiaren lowered her head and looked at his soft slippers. She still had shoes to choose from, right?
A group of servants were waiting behind him, holding ties, holding jewelry boxes, pushing shoe carts... and so on.
Jing Jiaren picked up a pair of shoes and compared them: "This is the one?"
"Strength-enhancing outerwear?" Ximen Longting's face suddenly turned foul, "I am so tall that I still need to wear outerwear to increase my height?"
"..." What a nitpick.
"I just think the style of this pair is good-looking."
"How do you look good? Such high heels, how good are you?!" Ximen Longting said coldly, "If I remember correctly, my net height is 0.1 centimeters taller than his."
"You even know his height? You really know yourself and your enemy and you can win every battle..."
"Jing Jiao~ Wife, how dare you tease me!" Ximen Longting grabbed her chin, "When I was investigating his information, I found it by the way."
"It's so convenient... I had to scan it by the way, and I even remembered the decimal point."
"You don't know that I have a good memory."
"Yeah, my memory is really good, so good that I can even remember the decimal point."
Ximen Longting was offended by her: "Are you looking for death?!"
"I'm teasing you. I like to see you competing seriously..." Jing Jiaren was secretly amused.
"No matter what you think, I am indeed 0.1 centimeters taller than him!"
0.1 centimeters is worth mentioning...
Jing Jiaren changed into a pair of ordinary-soled cowhide shoes: "There is a saying: Love is like shells on the beach, don't pick the biggest one, don't pick the most beautiful one, pick the one you like best; once you pick it, it will last forever.
Don’t go to the beach again.”
"..."
"Cherish what you have and keep what you want."
Ximen Longting squinted his eyes: "Am I not the biggest and most beautiful one?"
"What I mean is, whether Leng Lintian is good or not, it has nothing to do with me."
Jing Jiaren wanted to squat down to change his shoes, but Ximen Longting grabbed her arm. After becoming pregnant, he did not allow her to squat down.
The servant on the side kneeled on the ground cleverly, holding shoes for him to change.
Ximen Longting sat down on the shoe-changing stool and pulled her to sit on his knee: "No matter what time, you are not allowed to squat down or lean on anyone."
"I just look up to you, right?"
"I look up to you!"
"Obviously I'm looking up to you." He is so chauvinistic.
"I'm looking up to you, are you telling lies?" He doted on her and wished he could lick her toes every day. What else did he want?
"Master, Mr. Leng has arrived." The servant knocked on the door to announce.