"Master." Wilson put down the milk cup, "You are back."
Jing Jiaren looked up and saw Ximen Longting walking in from outside the hall, his eyebrows furrowed.
She put down her star and went up to him, taking the coat on his arm...
"You just came back from Donggong Ziche's place? What did you talk about? How was the talk?" Jing Jiaren stared at Ximen Longting's expression, observing every detail of his expression.
Ximen Longting walked over to the sofa and sat down heavily.
Star was originally squatting on the coffee table in front of Ximen Longting and drawing. When he saw Ximen Longting approaching, he immediately carried his pencil case to the opposite side and stayed far away.
Jing Jiaren sat down next to Ximen Longting and saw that he was pressing his forehead with one hand, looking very tired.
Jing Jiaren stretched out her hand to hold him down: "Are you tired? Or do you still have a headache?"
Ximen Longting's eyes were serious, and he had never looked at Jing Jiaren since he came back.
"Mama!" Star called her softly, staring at Jing Jiaren with her big grape-like eyes, hoping that she would go over and accompany him.
"Hey, baby." Jing Jiaren just responded, still sitting next to Ximen Longting, kneading and massaging him.
Ximen Longting did not refuse Jing Jiaren's attentiveness, but just remained silent.
Wilson immediately made tea and handed it over...
Ximen Longting didn't reach out to take it, as if he didn't see it. Jing Jiaren took it and blew the mist on the tea: "Ximen Longting, what happened?"
"Mama!" Star clutched the colored pen and stared at Jing Jiaren sadly.
"Mom is here, baby..." Jing Jiaren responded and said, "Speak, something is wrong with you."
Ximen Longting blocked her hand: "Don't make any noise."
Star moved the brush and paper to the original position so that he could be closer to Jing Jiaren.
"Mama, sit here." Star patted the small stool next to her.
Jing Jiaren did not stand up, but Ximen Longting suddenly stood up and walked forward.
"Where are you going again!?" Jing Jiaren stood up and grabbed his arm.
Ximen Longting said in a low voice: "I will go back to the room and take a shower."
"You are injured and cannot take a bath or touch the water..."
When Ximen Longting was about to lift his leg again, he saw a photo under his feet and frowned. The person in the photo was very familiar.
Ximen Longting bent down and picked it up. It was his photo, but his face was painted messy in the photo.
Jing Jiaren was standing next to him, and naturally she saw——
"I gave this photo to Star. I want him to recognize you as his father." Jing Jiaren was afraid that he would misunderstand, so she hurriedly explained.
If it were Ximen Longting in the past, he would have raised his lips coldly and sarcastically said to her: "Let him recognize me as his father, but he recognizes me as his enemy? Is this how you teach your son, Jing Jiaren?"
However, Ximen Longting didn't say anything, crumpled the photo into a ball, threw it away, and strode forward.
Jing Jiaren chased after a few steps, and there was a little tail under her feet.
Star pulled the hem of Jing Jiaren's skirt. When he saw that she was about to leave, he became anxious. The little bun's face turned slightly red: "Mama, give me a hug!"
Jing Jiaren sighed. Neither Sun nor Star had the same temperament as Ximen Longting, but they liked to stick to her. Both brothers had inherited it.