6797. Chapter 6797 Jing Jiaren, that's all you have to offer
"No one paid attention to him, so he just came back." Ximen Longting tugged and pressed Jing Jiaren on the bed, "He wants to be pretentious, so let him go!"
Jing Jiaren opened her eyes wide. In fact, Ximen Longting was right.
When a child does something wrong, don't go along with it at this time. Instead, it will make him think that doing so is a good weapon against adults. For example, when a child cries and wants to get a toy, once he gives in,
If you buy it for him, he will cry again if he wants a toy next time. On the contrary, if you ignore the child's crying for the first time, he will get tired of crying and realize that crying does not get you a gift and is of no benefit, so he will not do it again next time.
"Sun used to be very sensible and well-behaved." Jing Jiaren murmured.
Sun has been like her little angel since she was little. Her education methods were wrong, but Sun has never been misled by her.
"Who doesn't have a rebellious stage?" Ximen Longting put the little beauty down, his strong chest came over, his arms surrounded Jing Jiaren, and his lips pressed against her earlobe, "Honey, are we sleeping?"
His hot air sprayed on her face.
Jing Jiaren pushed his head away: "I'm not in the mood now."
"..."
"If my son is not happy, how can I still be in the mood?"
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Sun walked out of the room very slowly, thinking that Jing Jiaren would come out and coax him back.
However, after standing in the dark living room for a long time, she still didn't wait for the queen to come out.
He pursed his lips in grievance, walked to Jing's father's door, stayed for a while, then turned around and walked back to the living room.
Just because he has the face of Ximen Longting, everyone hates him, why can't he try his best to act nice?
But a little beauty can be loved by everyone without any effort.
The little beauty didn't have to do anything, but it was useless for him to do anything.
Sun sat silently on the sofa, staring at Jing Jiaren's room, hoping that the door would open...
Ten minutes, half an hour, one hour...
Until he admitted in his heart that there was no way that door would open for him tonight.
Big tears fell from the corners of his eyes. He shrank up from the quilt, buried his face on the sofa, and fell asleep while crying.
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Jing Jiaren also suffered from insomnia all night. She wanted to get up and go out for a look several times, but she thought of Ximen Longting's words and held back.
The genius had just dawned, and she did not fall asleep again, and got up quietly.
Ximen Longting's arms were tightly around her waist, and it took her a long time to move away.
Ximen Longting turned over and said coldly: "Jing Jiaren, this is all you have."
"He is my son. If you can bear it, I can't help but feel sorry for him."
Ximen Longting pulled a coat and threw it over: "Put it on!"
Jing's father doesn't have air conditioning here. It's very warm inside the bed, but it's a little cold outside.
Jing Jiaren put on her coat and opened the door. She was hesitating whether to wake Jing's father when she suddenly spotted the figure on the sofa.
Sun was probably too cold, so he curled up in the corner of the sofa with a thin blanket.
He didn't go to sleep with Jing's father?
That means sleeping on the sofa all night with such a thin blanket!
Jing Jiaren's heart ached, and she approached the sofa and was about to bend down and pick up Sun.
A cold breath fell behind her.
Ximen Longting didn't know when he came. He took Sun in his arms before her, turned around and walked towards the bedroom.
Sun's thin lips were pursed tightly, acting stubborn in his sleep.