Jing Jiaren guessed that it was about Ximen Longting. Sure enough, the servant said that he drank too much and had a stomachache, but he refused to take medicine.
"When you are sick, you should see a doctor. What should you do with me?"
"Master Will asked me to look for you... The young master has a severe stomachache and is vomiting blood again."
Jing Jia's heart suffocated. She didn't want to care about his life or death at first, but when she realized what she was doing, she was already downstairs.
Ximen Longting was sitting on the sofa, with a few buttons of his shirt open, his chest wickedly exposed, and even his neck and shirt collar were covered with lipstick marks.
The woman sat on his lap, feeding him spoonfuls of the hangover soup brought by the servant.
Jing Jiaren glanced quickly and frowned coldly: "Didn't you say that he refused to take medicine?"
The servant looked at Wilson in surprise.
"Young Master is willing to eat again just now. Sorry to trouble Miss Jing." Wilson apologized, but he didn't understand Ximen Longting either.
In the past, he refused to eat. Wilson couldn't think of a way, so he had to throw the hot potato to Jing Jiaren.
Who would have thought that today, as soon as he ordered the servant to call Jing Jiaren down, Ximen Longting was not only willing to take medicine, but also to drink soup.
Jing Jiaren frowned, he did it on purpose!
Turn around and go upstairs——
Ximen Longting lazily raised a hand.
Wilson shouted: "Miss Jing, please wait a moment. The young master has asked you to come over."
"..."
He suddenly brought a woman back, and she really wanted to see what kind of tricks he was up to. Running away was not her style!
Jing Jiaren held back her breath, turned around and walked to Ximen Longting.
He drank the last mouthful of soup slowly, raised his eyes lightly and stared at Jing Jiaren, asking the woman in his arms: "Is she beautiful?"
The woman quickly glanced at Jing Jiaren and said with a smile: "Beautiful."
"How beautiful?"
"She reminds me of a poem by Li Yannian."
Ximen Longting stroked the woman's hair: "Read it and listen."
"There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent. Once you look at the beautiful city, you will look at the beautiful country. But you don't know the beautiful city and the beautiful country? It's hard to find a beautiful woman."
The corners of Ximen Longting's cruel lips raised and he stared at Jing Jiaren for a while: "How would you give her a score?"
"100 points."
"Is she really that beautiful?" Ximen Longting's eyes were full of sarcasm and disdain.
The woman's smile was flattering: "Of course your woman is beautiful."
Ximen Longting whispered: "You are also my woman, how about you?"
The woman smiled silently and wiped the soup from his mouth with a towel.
Ximen Longting grabbed her hand suddenly and kissed the back of the tender white hand: "No matter how beautiful a woman is, if her heart is ugly, her gorgeous robe will be covered with lice."
Jing Jiaren stood silently, her lips pursed in silence.
Ximen Longting lifted the woman's chin, faced Jing Jiaren, and asked her the same question: "Is she beautiful?"
She is a very classical beauty, full of oriental elegance and elegance, and her beauty is grand. Unlike Jing Jiaren, who is so beautiful, she is a splash-ink painting of beautiful mountains and clear waters.
Jing Jiaren turned around and wanted to leave.
Ximen Longting frowned coldly, and Wilson stretched out his hand to stop her.
"Miss Jing, please answer the young master's question first."
Jing Jiaren resisted the urge to get angry and squeezed out from between her teeth: "Beautiful. Is that okay?"
"How many points?"
"..."
"I ask you, how would you rate her!"
"89."
Ximen Longting laughed sarcastically and arrogantly: "Did you hear that? You gave her 100 points, and she gave you 89 points."