Just like his Xia Nai, he kept it secretly for many years without letting anyone peep.
Even Leng Lintian has never seen me...
Being asked so bluntly, Jing Jiaren felt a little embarrassed: "Ahem."
It's not Leng Lintian who is guarding against thieves, it's Ximen Longting who is guarding against thieves.
However, if Jing Jiaren was Leng Lintian's wife, Leng Lintian would also be on guard. These men...
They're all the same!
Mu Xicheng's eyes fell on her canvas: "Your design?"
"..."
"So you are the one who won the award in London, England." Mu Xicheng's eyes were so poisonous.
Jing Jiaren was stunned: "Did you see it?"
"My personal style is so obvious, I'm not blind." He stared at several drawn drawings on the table beside him, "Can you lend them to me?"
Jing Jiaren smiled: "Okay."
"Minimalist style?" His eyes were vicious.
…
Ximen Longting, with several bodyguards behind him, walked up the winding stairs with great momentum.
When I climbed to the last step, I saw a picture of handsome men and beautiful women getting along well.
It feels like welding an anti-theft net to prevent thieves, but the thief is sitting on the bed chatting with his woman...
Ximen BOSS's expression immediately looked like he had been splashed with black paint.
A cold wind swept over, and there were bursts of cold air.
The King of Hell is approaching...
Jing Jiaren is discussing fashion design with Mu Xicheng. He has studied professionally, while she is relatively more amateur and relies on talent.
Mu Xicheng has much more theoretical knowledge than she does. If you give me some random advice, his opinion is very comprehensive.
Listening to your words is worth three years of reading.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed Mu Xicheng's collar and without saying a word, he punched him with his fist.
Mu Xicheng fell onto the stage, was kicked a few more times, picked up and thrown into the flowers.
"Ximen Longting, what are you doing!?"
Ximen Longting exuded a sharp aura, hooked his fingers and said: "Get up."
"..."
"Today I will not destroy you, I will pronounce your name backwards!"
Mu Xicheng pressed his hand on the flower branch, and some thorns pierced it.
He frowned and picked at the thorns, not understanding the situation.
"Jing Jiaren, get out of here!" Ximen Longting was furious and wanted to push her away.
"Why are you so crazy...you hit people when you see them, are you a child!?"
"I just can't stand him!" Ximen Longting roared sinisterly!
Knowing that Mu Xicheng was his most taboo, she secretly came to the rooftop to go on a date with him. And they talked together so intimately.
They were chatting happily, as if there was no one around, and they didn't even know he was there!
Mu Xicheng raised his eyebrows lightly: "I can't stand others because I don't have enough cultivation."
Ximen BOSS’s red eyes flashed with the smell of blood: “You are looking for death!”
"The moment a person is angry, his IQ is zero."
"Get out of the way-!"
Mu Xicheng was punched several times, but he still looked calm and smiled: "Human elegance lies in controlling emotions, and hurting people with fists is the stupidest behavior."
Damn it! He is indeed from the Leng family!
They are all so insignificant.
"Ximen Longting, calm down." Jing Jiaren stopped in front of Ximen Longting.
"A person who can control his emotions is more powerful than a person who can take down a city." However, Mu Xicheng could still say the most provocative words calmly.
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[PS: It seems that many readers are interested in Mu Xicheng, I will write about it later, so no need to ask, just read on slowly.]