Jing Jiaren was used to the Australian summer, but when she suddenly returned to China, the cold wind blew in and made her shiver.
A coat was draped over her shoulders, and Ximen Longting whispered: "I reminded you to wear two more layers of clothes. Are you cold?"
"Heh." Jing Jiaren rubbed her hands and sighed.
After only a few minutes, her hands began to feel cold.
His big hands took her little hands and put them in his arms to iron them.
Jing Jiaren felt as if her heart was being ironed, and couldn't help but reach out and hug him: "We are back."
She found that she was becoming more and more attached to Ximen Longting recently, and she also liked to act coquettishly towards him more and more.
Even when she was in love with Leng Aofeng, she had never been so squeamish.
Is it Ximen Longting’s pampering and indulgence?
Ximen Longting simply picked her up, and his special royal private jet was parked on the side of the airport, waiting for them to board. (Private jets generally do not fly cross-border, so they first took an international flight back home, and then transferred to a helicopter.)
"You've already returned to city B, why do you still need to take a helicopter?" Jing Jiaren asked in confusion, "Isn't it more convenient to take a car?"
Ximen Longting smiled mysteriously: "Have you forgotten the gift I want to give you?"
"Well, what's the connection?"
“It’s even more beautiful when viewed from a high altitude.”
Jing Jiaren looked at him doubtfully: "What kind of gift must be seen from the air?"
"You'll know then." He warmed her palms and asked Wilson to take out a sweater from his duffel bag, "Put on another one."
"I already wore two sweaters, and they were as bulky as a ball. And it was very warm inside the plane."
"I'm going out again soon."
"What about you, you're wearing so little, what should you do if you catch a cold?" Jing Jiaren gave him the coat back.
Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows and smiled: "It doesn't matter, I have a cold, you will take care of me."
"Master, we're here!" Wilson reminded, hurriedly wiping the window that was fogged by the air-conditioning, "Miss Jing, look quickly."
Then, Jing Jiaren saw the biggest and biggest gift in the world!
The gift Ximen Longting gave her this time was——
"No. 5, Lane 1314, Xiangai Street, Si Nian Road, the landlord is my true love - Jing Jiaren. The lease term," he kissed her ear in a deep voice, "is my lifelong love for you."
In fact, this street has been completed a long time ago.
At Ximen Manor, when he discovered that Jing Jiaren was showing signs of depression, he started planning this place.
Jing Jiaren's escape made him quite disappointed.
But he didn't stop building the street either.
He thought that one day, when she was willing to stay with him and not run away, he could give it to her.
What Jing Jiaren saw was the entire street wrapped into a huge gift box!
She had never seen such a big gift box with a huge bow ribbon tied on it.
"Did you give me a street? Or a villa?" Jing Jiaren asked in surprise.
"Send them all."
"Did you give it like this..." He actually wrapped this into a gift box.
In the past ten days, I have been busy "packing" this gift. There must have been a lot of wooden shelves built inside to support such a huge box.
Jing Jiaren clenched her fists, feeling indescribably moved in her heart.
Ximen Longting is indeed rich and powerful, but he definitely put thought into this gift.
"Do you like it?" His low voice was full of expectation.
Jing Jiaren looked at him blankly and said nothing.