Gong Zihua frowned: "You, the woman, have always been forcing me to get married and have children. Now you are not happy?"
Jing Jiaren rubbed her eyebrows: "It was too fast, I was not prepared."
"I'm not following you...what kind of mental preparation do you want?"
"Mong Zihua, I just hope you know what you are doing."
The forced smile at the corner of Gong Zihua's mouth froze slightly, as if Jing Jiaren's eyes saw the depths of his heart at a glance, and he turned away: "Sorry, I know exactly what I am doing!"
Jing Jiaren smiled: "Ms. Lin, Gong Zihua is still like a child. If he doesn't do well, I hope you won't care too much."
Lin Jiayi nodded: "I know, thank you."
"Men tend to mature late, especially Gong Zihua..."
"Jing Jiaren, what do you mean by repeatedly alluding to my naivety?"
"Did I allude to it?" Jing Jiaren said seriously, "I was making it clear!"
Gong Zihua: "..."
"Everyone knows your childishness, only you yourself don't know it. Miss Lin, I'm afraid I will have to trouble you more to take care of him in the future."
Lin Jiayi couldn't help but smile, and said with a slight smile: "Well, you are right."
"What's right? What's wrong with her?" Gong Zihua couldn't help but fussed, but she didn't dare to lose her temper with Lin Jiayi. She could only stare with a pair of bull's eyes and look depressed.
Jing Jiaren didn't understand that Gong Zihua treated Lin Jiayi so carefully. Was he really in love?
"You guys chat first, and there's still some soup." Jing Jiaren Shi Shiran left.
Lin Jiayi looked at Jing Jiaren's back. She had an elegant and slender figure, and the skirt of her skirt had beautiful folds due to movement. Even though she was in pajamas, Jing Jiaren was still like a queen flying through the sea of roses under the moonlight, with her long curly and thick hair hanging loosely on her head.
Wearing a laurel wreath, there seemed to be tens of millions of people kneeling at her feet, so arrogant and elegant that it was inaccessible.
Lin Jiayi was stunned until Gong Zihua put meat on her plate: "Eat more."
"The master hasn't eaten yet, so that's not good." Lin Jiayi has the minimum education and etiquette.
"You care so much? You don't need to be too formal here!" Gong Zihua is a casual person. Living in the wild since childhood, Higashi Gongzi Teru's pampering and protection made his character more pure and natural.
"Is she... your cousin?" Lin Jiayi asked, wondering what their relationship was.
"no!"
"Cousin?"
"Tsk, no blood connection, I'm an orphan."
Lin Jiayi fell silent, looking a little sad, and heard the servants' call - "Master" in her ears.
Lin Jiayi turned around, and a proud man came in from the arched front door of the restaurant. The servants were on both sides of the double doors, bowing in unison. Ximen Longting had red pupils and wore a black shirt and business trousers, but he was extremely cool.
Lin Jiayi is not a nymphomaniac girl. The moment she saw Ximen Longting, she still didn't look away.
The king-like man walked straight forward without even looking at them.
"Young lady is still in the kitchen, young master..." the servant reminded in a low voice.
Of course, there was no need to remind Ximen Longting that his direction had not changed and he walked past Lin Jiayi and the others coldly.
Gong Zihua was eating, and Lin Jiayi tugged at the corner of his clothes: "Who was that person just now..."
"Which one?"
"Is he the master of this house?" Lin Jiayi guessed when she heard the servant call him young master.