Jing Jiaren walked to the bookshelf again and put away all the photo frames that were originally standing here.
Jing Jiaren's heart sank and she smiled bitterly. Obviously these photos were collected intentionally. Why?
She took it in just for the sake of peace and quiet? Then her face is too great.
Jing Jia felt a fire rising in her heart and pointed at the door: "Get out."
"I……"
"This is my room, get out of here!"
Just as the door opened, Ximen Longting appeared, always so timely.
Jing Jiaren was slightly startled and pointed at Ximen Longting.
"Simon, you're back." Jing Jinghao acted as if nothing had happened, with a natural expression and her signature smile.
Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows, walked into the room, and took off his coat.
Jing Jinghao immediately walked over, picked up his coat and hung it on the rack.
Ximen Longting walked to the sofa and sat down. He ran over quietly and quickly, picked up a complete tea set and put it on the coffee table, preparing to make tea for him.
Jing Jiaren stood there as if she were a piece of air, ignored by them.
Ning Jinghao's hair was still dripping with water, but he concentrated on building a pot of good Longjing for Ximen Longting.
Jing Jiaren clenched her fists and finally couldn't help but ask: "There are so many rooms in this villa, why do you want her to live in this one?"
Ximen Longting picked up the teacup and didn't even raise his eyes to look at her: "I live in this room."
Where does he live? So where should he live if peace is good?
Jing Jiaren curled her lips: "What about me, where will I stay tonight?"
"Where do you want to live?"
"Didn't we agree that one million a night? I will start fulfilling my obligations as your woman from tonight. Could it be that Mr. Ximen, a noble man, forgets things and doesn't remember them?"
"I haven't forgotten."
"Okay, should she go or should I go?"
Jing Jinghao put down the teapot, smiled Jing Jing and said, "Miss Jing, don't be afraid of me, I'll go."
"Shut up, I didn't ask you. Do you have the right to speak?"
Jing Jinghao shook his head and smiled without saying anything.
Ximen Longting turned the tea cup in his hand and took a pleasant sip.
Jing Jiaren couldn't handle her pride, so she turned around and was about to leave. He said in a slow voice: "You don't want one million?"
Jing Jiaren's footsteps stopped abruptly.
"Aren't you very generous? You don't want to help your friend?"
A chill ran down Jing Jiaren's spine. She had never hated Ximen Longting as much as she did at this moment. She wished she could hit his head with a big hammer.
Ximen Longting ordered Jingjing to get the check and pen from his suit pocket.
I wrote a check for one million coolly, but I didn't sign it yet.
He held the check in his slender hand and shook it. He stared at Jing Jiaren coldly: "Do you still want it?"
Jing Jiaren bit her lower lip, turned back spinelessly, and walked up to Ximen Long Ting to get the check.
He coldly took away his hand and smiled evilly: "Why are you so anxious? I haven't signed it yet."
"Don't play tricks on me!"
"Jing Jiaren, first fulfill your obligations as a woman."
"You wouldn't tell me that the three of us are sharing a room tonight?" Jing Jiaren asked sarcastically, "We are going to sleep on the same bed."
Ximen Longting stared at her with pale eyes, as if to say, what's wrong with this?
Jing Jiaren couldn't believe it, her heart was torn into pieces by his look at that moment.
How stupid she was to give him the right to hurt her so wantonly!
"Since they are all my women, let's live together peacefully." He ordered coldly, "She has a lot worth learning from her."