"Master Xi is drunk now, and you are the one who made him suffer..."
The whole family looked at Jing Jiaren with pleading eyes.
Chen Ma was still kneeling on the ground, and some blood flowed out from her knee that was scratched by the porcelain shard: "Miss Cousin..."
Jing Jiaren's expression changed. In the Jing family, only Chen's mother would treat her equally and treat her as a real "cousin".
Jing Huatian saw Jing Jiaren's thoughts and immediately shouted: "Go get another bowl of sobering soup."
Just as Chenma was about to get up, Jing Jiaren said coldly: "Let me go, I'll go and hold it."
Jing Huatian was overjoyed: "You won't be presumptuous again?"
Jing Jiaren looked stern: "Am I someone who breaks my word?"
Jing Huatian then asked the servant to let her go.
Jing Jiaren entered the kitchen under the watchful eyes of a room full of people. Damn it, she wanted to serve poison to that bastard.
After bringing the soup back, she saw Ximen Longting sitting on the sofa with the corners of his mouth curled up, waiting for her. His eyes were misty, and he looked drunk, but not to the point of being delirious.
Is he pretending to be crazy while drinking?
Jing Jiaren walked up to him, thinking that if he dared to kick her, she would throw soup in his face.
Fortunately, he didn't move. She put the soup on the coffee table, but he said shockingly: "Feed me."
Jing Jiaren resisted the urge to throw soup.
"You have no hands or feet, how can you not drink by yourself?"
"I want you to feed me."
"..."
"Don't make me repeat it a third time."
Jing Meilin came down the spiral staircase.
She had just washed and tidied up as quickly as possible and put on her favorite dress. However, before she got downstairs, she saw the scene of Ximen Longting and Jing Jiaren confronting each other.
Ximen Longting narrowed his eagle eyes slightly, how dare this woman turn a deaf ear to his words again and again.
The male dignity is aroused: "I don't mind if you feed me with your mouth."
As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her along, and she fell into his arms.
His big hand reached over and took the soup bowl, forcing Jing Jiaren to drink it.
"Well..."
It was so hot that her tongue was numb! This damn man, she wanted to kill him!
Jing Jiaren's beautiful eyes were stunned. Just as she was about to spit out the soup in her mouth, the man pressed her with a domineering kiss.
He stirred and swept around her mouth wantonly, using his actions to declare the fate of her disobedience to him!
Jing Jiaren finally pushed him away with all her strength. She was so breathless from the kiss that she coughed.
The hangover soup mixed with the taste of wine in his mouth, making her frown in discomfort.
"Shall I give you a choice again, feed me to drink, or shall I help you feed me to drink?"
Jing Meilin looked at this scene and dug her fingers hard on the armrest. Snap, she woke up and the crystal nail piece she painted broke.
Jing Jiaren, this shameless bitch, actually seduces Young Master Ximen time and time again in public!
Jing Jiaren's chest rose and fell violently, she took a deep breath, and without suppressing her anger, she raised her hand and waved it away.
Wilson's hand came from an angle and grabbed Jing Jiaren's wrist.
"Miss Jing, can you slap the young master?"
"Very good, are you still dissatisfied?"
As if taming an unruly wild horse, Ximen Longting grabbed her chin and forced another big mouthful of soup into her mouth.
The scene just now was replicated again.
But this time the soup was finished and the kiss was not over yet.
He held her head and chewed her taste obsessively. The deeper the kiss got, the more he couldn't let go.
Even though the servants had seen this kind of scene before, they were still amazed when faced with this kind of excitement.