Ximen Longting's violent temper was easily aroused by her.
In other words, only this woman can control his temper and make him lose his mind easily.
"Jing Jiaren, don't be too proud. If you lose my favor, who do you think you are?"
Jing Jiaren breathed a sigh of relief.
He said harshly: "If you push yourself too far, no matter how pretentious you are, you will suffer."
Jing Jiaren's eyes widened and she stared at him fearlessly, and he stared at her too.
In terms of momentum, Jing Jiaren was not inferior to him at all.
Two hard-tempered people faced off, and neither was willing to give in to the other.
Wen Xinnuan was at a loss and didn't know what to do.
Wilson came in with his cell phone and happened to see the deadlock: "Master..."
"Hurry, help, they are about to fight." Wen Xinnuan shouted with a sad face.
Ximen Longting seemed to suddenly react. He put down his hand coldly, straightened his collar, and pushed Wen Xinnuan out of the way. She fell to the ground and watched the man walk out of the room coldly.
The sound of the door closing caused the paintings on the wall to fall off, making it buzz.
Wen Xinnuan rubbed her head that hurt from being hit by the bedside table...
Jing Jiaren hurriedly got up and helped her: "How are you? Do you feel any pain from the fall?"
"It's okay, it's okay, I'm used to it..."
"What does it mean to get used to it!"
"Alas," Wen Xinnuan sighed, "Luo Lei's character is worse than his temper."
"We just met and you saw us arguing." Jing Jiaren smiled bitterly, "That lunatic actually took out his anger on you!"
"I was just afraid that you guys would start a fight, but luckily he didn't do it like Luo Lei... A man who can hit a woman is a bad guy."
"Is there anyone who can comfort you like this?" Jing Jiaren raised her eyebrows.
"Don't you know that the best thing to say to comfort a friend is not 'It's okay', but 'Why are you crying? You see, my life is worse than yours'!"
Jing Jiaren's anger disappeared instantly and she laughed: "You are such a living treasure."
When I was helping Wen warm up, I saw a deep scar on her rolled-up sleeve.
Jing Jiaren frowned and immediately rolled up her sleeves completely. The scar was so long that there was a band-aid on her elbow.
"What's going on?!"
"This scar is from a long time ago. At that time, Luo Lei accidentally kicked me down the stairs, and the injury was very serious... I was in bed with a plaster on and couldn't get out of bed for three months. As for this injury, he threw me away a few days ago.
Some of them fell to the ground when they went out." She patted Jing Jiaren's shoulder comfortingly, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt now."
Jing Jiaren cursed: "No, this scumbag, I must help you get revenge."
"Don't, Bill is in his hands, I'm afraid Bill will be abused..."
"Then we have to get the bill back first." Jing Jiaren frowned, "Unfortunately, I just had a fight with that bitch. Can I wait a few days before proposing?"
Ximen Longting has so much power, he can definitely help. However, it is hard to say whether he is willing to help.
Wen Xinnuan put down his sleeves: "Things are not that easy. Let's talk about it. Don't you want photos? Can you lend me a computer and I will send an email to my dad? You know, if you call me, he will find out that I am in China."
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"Well, the computer is in the study room."
"He has the habit of checking the mail every night. When he sees the mail, he will help you find it."