She believed that Jing Jiaren would treat Bill well.
Wen Xinnuan wrote a tearful farewell letter to Jing Jiaren. Wen Xinnuan quietly opened the children's room, where Bill was having a sweet dream.
Wen Xinnuan gently tucked him in, kissed him on the forehead, and couldn't help but shed a tear on Bill's tender face.
Bill opened his eyes in confusion: "Mom..."
"Keep sleeping and ignore mom. I'm sorry for waking you up."
"Mom..." Bill seemed to mumble, turned over, and continued to sleep.
Wen Xinnuan covered her lips, baby, mommy will always love you most!
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In the spacious fencing room, two agile figures were fighting rapidly.
The sound of soft swords clashing, and the sound of shoes scraping against the ground resounded from the wooden floor...
Leng Lintian was dressed in a white fencing uniform, with a heroic appearance. He struck again with a flexible strike, leaving a red mark on the opponent's heart.
"You have regressed."
"It's because the young master's swordsmanship has improved greatly."
Leng Lintian lazily took off his fencing mask, revealing an evilly handsome face.
He was originally only interested in fencing and learned it playfully for a few years. Now he is no longer a match for Master Hei who taught him fencing.
He threw the sword away boredly, and Master Hei immediately took it carefully in his hand.
Leng Lintian walked to the chair and was about to take a drink of water and rest.
A bodyguard hurriedly walked in and handed Leng Lintian a cowhide bag.
"Young Master, this is what Young Master Ximen ordered to be handed over to you."
He lazily opened the bag and took out the contents.
It is a piece of information about Luanfeng Cream, and of course there is a stack of photos taken at the auction site.
Listening to the reports from his men, Leng Lintian flipped through the photos one by one. Although Ximen Longting and Jing Jiaren both appeared wearing masks, Leng Lintian recognized them at a glance even if they turned into ashes.
With his hands, he immediately crushed the photo information into a ball.
This was Ximen Longting's provocation to him——
Not only did his wife run away with someone, she also took Luanfeng ointment, which means it is self-evident.
A cold light flashed in Leng Lintian's eyes, and Ximen's blow was even more severe.
It was as if a disguised hand slapped him hard.
Ximen Longting also looked at the photos with satisfaction...
Of course, he would not let the reporters who took the photos leak the photos. As soon as he and Jing Jiaren left, Wilson sent people to loot all the reporters' photographic materials...
Before being destroyed, only two copies were washed out.
One was given to Leng Lintian, and the other was left for myself to reward myself.
She finally belonged to him completely...
Ximen Longting looked at the sleeping woman next to him. He woke up too early today, and he kissed her hard for half an hour after leaving the auction house.
He looked at her sleepy face, smiled slightly, turned her head over and rested it on his shoulder.
Outside the window, the gloomy weather began to snow again.
The flying snow seemed to be controlled by a hand to rotate downward.
Wen Xinnuan leaned against the wall and squatted under the bell tower in the cold.
She had been waiting for more than three hours, her whole body was numb from the cold, her face was pale, and now it started to snow.
The bell tower stands in the center of the square, with no shelter around it.
She took out her phone and looked at the flashing battery...