"It's a different type, but he's also very handsome. It doesn't feel bad at all... I prefer someone like Young Master Ximen, who is domineering and revealing. But if it's in real life, I'd rather be someone like Shang Yanxuan (Leng Aofeng). Young Master Ximen
Not everyone can hold it.”
The girls are immersed in their fantasies about Shang Yanxuan.
How handsome would it be to be able to compete with two such handsome men?
It's simply unimaginable.
"My beautiful cousin is so lucky. She has received all the good things in the world."
"This is a preferential treatment for being beautiful. If you are not satisfied, go for plastic surgery." A boy replied frivolously.
"Hou Ziye! You don't even look in the mirror to see how you look!"
The boy named Hou Ziye suddenly dodged and took away all the photos on the table, together with the crooked handbag, and quickly ran forward.
All the girls were anxious and ran after the boy, shouting at the top of their lungs.
Hou Ziye was running very fast. He took out all the photos in his handbag and whistled to the girl behind him while admiring them.
"Hou Ziye, you've gone too far! The photos are still coming!"
"Hou Ziye——"
Then the elders who were chatting suddenly saw the children rushing into each other recklessly. One of the uncles had no time to avoid and hit the ground straight.
Some photos flew in the air, and the goddess scattered flowers.
The photos were floating in the wind and scattered everywhere. Many elders saw the photos——
One of the uncles, who looked more majestic, was the eldest brother among these relatives. He was very senior and rigid. He picked up the photos on the ground and saw Jing Jiaren hugging two men one after another, and his face suddenly turned pale.
not good.
"What's going on with you guys? How old are you and you still act so recklessly! What is this, who is this man?!"
"Uncle, this is cousin Jiaren's ex-husband——"
At this moment, rows of bodyguard cars engraved with royal roses drove from a distance.
Ximen Longting sent cars all over Aicheng to search for Jing Jiaren’s whereabouts...
As these people are relatives of Jing Jiaren, their dens will naturally not be spared, and all rooms will be thoroughly investigated.
Soon, the bodyguard car stopped in front of the grass, and the bodyguards in suits and ties got out.
"Hasn't he already left the city of Ai? Is he going to invite us to the banquet again?"
There were some photos scattered everywhere on the ground. The visit of these bodyguards was so sudden that they were unprepared and did not dare to respond for a while.
The bodyguard chief walked in front of him, with a military posture. When he stepped on one of the photos, he frowned, looked at it, and then bent down to pick it up.
In the photo, Leng Lintian and Jing Jiaren were standing in front of the stream, with one arm around her waist, a few clusters of wild flowers, and a wisp of breeze.
"Master Leng?"
As Ximen Longting's capable bodyguard, he has of course seen and known Leng Lintian.
This is the man that the master avoids the most, but he actually came to Aicheng and was with his wife.
"Who took this photo...?"
"I, I, we don't know... none of us took pictures."
Seeing that there were still some scattered on the ground, the manager raised his right hand, and the bodyguard behind him stepped forward in neat steps to pick up the photos.
"I still have some here." Some girls seemed to be throwing hot potatoes and hurriedly sent up the photos, fearing that they would be involved in a dispute between wealthy families.