"Is this what a maid said to her master?" Ximen Longying looked at Leng Aofeng coquettishly, "She's too presumptuous, what do you say?"

Leng Aofeng didn't speak, and turned his face away indifferently.

Jing Jiaren was slightly surprised, he had always been impulsive and couldn't hide his emotions, but today he was calmer and more steady than any time.

Ximen Longying was so annoying, he couldn't bear to pull his arm out of her arms, push her away, and didn't show a trace of overstepping to Jing Jiaren.

In addition to the fact that his eyes are particularly hot when he looks at the beautiful scenery!

And now, that fiery gaze is slowly suppressed by him......

prefers to die or not die, and at this time Simon Longting appeared.

When Jing Jiaren heard his voice, she immediately became nervous, and then she saw Simon Longting walking in from the side hall with Wilson.

The man has one hand in his pocket, a gray shirt and a purple dark striped vest, and he is indescribably high-spirited.

Looking at Leng Aotian again, what a coincidence, inside the iron-gray coat, there is a light-colored shirt with a white fluffy vest.

One is as evil as a poppy, and the other is as handsome as snow.

Ximen Longting's cold gaze swept over Ximen Longying: "What are you doing here?"

"Suddenly I thought that I had never brought my fiancé to you to introduce him officially," Ximen Longying smiled slightly, "And he will become my husband in three days, how can I not show it to you." ”

Simon sat down on the couch uninterested.

It was so natural to sit next to Jing Jiaren!

"Three days later?" he heard the point.

"I want to drop by for my wedding reception on your birthday. ”

“……”

"You didn't dare to be interested in birthdays in the past, and this year it's the same, I'll arrange it. Birthday and wedding banquet, I will definitely have a lively one. ”

"No, I can't. "Simon Longting is simply decisive.

"Isn't this year different, because there is a little maid by your side? Ximen Longying's teasing gaze glanced at Jing Meiren.

Ximen Longting's eyebrows furrowed slightly, originally on this day, he left this woman to spend with him.

But now, he doesn't care if she accompanies her or not.

After great despair, his heart is dead, and he no longer expects anything from her!

"Tea. An indifferent voice commanded the woman beside her.

Jing Jiaren came back to her senses, stood up and poured tea.

The cold arrogant wind, who has always been cold, has a trace of incredible stoicism in his eyes.

Jing Jiaren also knows how spineless she is now! How could she dress like this and obey Ximen Longting's instructions if she was the same as before!

She wanted to get up and leave, but this would arouse Ximen Longting's suspicions......

He's always had a keen sense of touch!

Jing Jiaren endured it, poured tea and handed it to him.

Sure enough, the demon stared at her: "Why, your face is so bad, and you are not happy to pour me tea as a servant." ”

Is this man going to deliberately humiliate her in front of others?

"I'm not feeling well, so I'll go upstairs to rest first. ”

"Shall I allow you to leave?" he sipped coldly and sneered arrogantly, "still stunned for what to do, pour tea for the guests." ”

Leng Aofeng's cheeks were indifferent, and his body suddenly moved.

Ximen Ryuying, who was holding him, felt his murderous aura and secretly suppressed the fist he was holding.

Jing Jiaren's face was stiff and ugly, her self-esteem was frustrated, and a stubborn light burst out from her eyes.

"You think it's funny to humiliate me like this in front of a guest?"