"What's wrong with you?" Jing Jiaren was helpless.
Ximen Longting couldn't help but roared: "What are you thinking about? Do you miss him? What are you laughing at!?"
Jing Jiaren was speechless and choked: "I just thought that you and Mr. Ximen could resolve their differences and that you no longer hate him so much. I felt relieved. What do you think I was thinking?"
"..."
Ximen Longting said unhappily: "When will I settle the differences with him? They are just using each other!"
At this point, is he still stubborn and refuses to admit it? That's right, three feet of ice will not last in a day, so it is not that easy for him to reconcile with Mr. Ximen.
The current situation has surprised her: "Okay, whatever you say will be whatever it is."
"Jing Jiaren!" Ximen Longting said in a loud voice.
"What's wrong with you?"
"For you, I even gave up my daughter, and this is how you treat me?" Ximen Longting's red eyes flashed with sadness.
Jing Jiaren raised her lips: "Yes, Boss Ximen has made too big a sacrifice this time. How should I treat you?"
"I want the highest treatment."
"Then let Boss Ximen wash my feet tonight..."
"..."
"Not satisfied? Then we can do it every night." Jing Jiaren said seriously.
Ximen Longting threw away his laptop, turned her over and pressed her down. He grabbed her little hand and thrust it into his pants: "You can wash my feet!"
Jing Jiaren's cheeks were slightly red: "Didn't you say that I was injured, so I should stop moving and get more rest?"
"It's not you who moved!" Ximen Longting has really lost control these days.
…
Ximen Longting was getting better and better, his body was feeling more and more, and the ringtone of his mobile phone rang without knowing how to lift it.
Jing Jiaren squinted her eyes slightly, her cheeks flushed with lust.
Her hair was as shiny as satin. Because it was inconvenient to wash her hair while wearing a crown, Ximen Longting personally washed and combed it for her every time, and every move was done with great care.
Jing Jiaren pressed one hand on Ximen Longting's chest, as if she wanted to push him away, but her lower body was tightly wrapped around her.
The cell phone ringtone kept ringing over and over...
Jing Jiaren moved in his arms: "Ximen Longting...don't you want to answer the phone?"
However, Ximen Longting grabbed her hand and pressed it hard on the top of his head. The man's back was arched and his muscles squirted: "Do you like me doing this to you?"
He always likes to talk about love at this time.
"The phone is ringing."
"Tell me how much you like me!"
These are the three hundred questions that Ximen boss will ask when they are intimate. The next must be "Who do you like?" "Ximen Longting." "Who is he?" "Ximen's husband..."... If you answer the wrong question, you will be punished with a beating.
Butt.
I don’t know how I developed this bad habit. More often than not, I would say some very sultry love words that would make Jing Jiaren blush and make her heart beat.
Jing Jiaren was concerned about the ringtone on her cell phone: "Maybe there is something very important."
Most people would not call Ximen Longting's cell phone, except Wilson. The ringtone of the cell phone rang over and over again. Normally, if Ximen Longting didn't answer the phone, Wilson must know that the owner was inconvenient. If he continued to call, it was something important!
"Okay, just pick it up, Wilson won't keep looking for you if it's not important?"
Jing Jiaren held Ximen Longting's face from her chest. He couldn't help but stare at her, and his voice changed: "Jing Jiao~ Wife, you know I hate being disturbed most at this time!"