I'd rather punish the people around her than touch her—

Is it because of the baby's blessing?

The hand couldn't help but caress her upper abdomen, and she lowered her eyes and asked, "Hasn't he come back yet?" ”

"You're asking the young master?"

"Who else but him!"

"The young master is ...... in the reception room"

Jing Jiaren was surprised, she always thought that Ximen Longting had gone out: "What is he doing in the reception room?" ”

"The young master has been drinking at the reception bar in the reception room since last night."

"Been drinking?"

"Well, all the time."

Jing Jiaren frowned, she hated drunk men the most. Especially Ximen Longting, when he is drunk and loses his mind, he will be even more furious.

……

Wilson received the news and stepped forward softly: "Young Master, it is said that Miss Jing is looking for you." ”

Simon Longting's resolute back stood up, but he didn't look back.

After a few minutes or so, Wilson was not heard to say anything about him, and asked in a dull and cold voice, "What are you looking for me?" ”

"I don't know, she just asked the maid about you."

"Ask what."

"Why haven't you come back yet? What to do in the reception room? Is it drinking all the time. ”

"What else?"

"Nope."

Simon Longting's stiff body moved and got off the bar chair. Because I sat for too long and drank so much wine, I stumbled on my feet.

Wilson hurriedly walked up to help, thinking to himself, it was still Jing Jiaren who had great influence, they had persuaded for a night, and Ximen Longting was like no one around.

Jing Jiaren ate and read a book for a while, and her temples really hurt when she didn't sleep!

And I thought that as long as she didn't sleep, Father Jing and the entire manor would have to accompany her-

She was ready to go to bed for a while.

At this moment, the door was suddenly broken open with a strong force, and the smell of wine rushed to the nose.

Ximen Longting's hair was messy, his crimson eyes were cold, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, as if the red in his pupils had spread......

Jing Jiaren immediately stood up vigilantly, her whole body full of silent defense: "What are you doing here?" ”

Wilson stood right behind him, ready to protect and support his master in case he was unsteady.

"Miss Jing, I heard that you are looking for a young master." He frowned at Jing Jiaren, hoping that she would not provoke the young master again at this time.

Jing Jiaren took a breath: "The child is yours." I swear, he's yours. ”

Ximen Longting's tall and sturdy figure was a little moved.

Jing Jiaren then said: "It is true that I am wrong to hide it from you, but you can't always implicate innocent people. Let go of Leng Lintian, okay? I really have nothing to do with him. ”

Ximen Longting's face changed in vain, as if the three words "Leng Lintian" had touched his death hole.

"You came to me just to ask me to spare him?"

His cold breath rushed in.

"If it's okay with you, why should you care if he lives or dies!"

The anger was not loud, but the teacups on the table seemed to tremble.

As early as the moment he entered, the servants were so frightened that they shrank into the corners.

The usual Ximen Longting is terrible enough, today he is simply a wounded beast, as if his whole body is dripping with bleeding wounds, whoever dares to approach, he will tear it apart desperately!

This terrifying aura is only Jing Jiaren who dares to face it calmly.

"If I have a way to confirm that I really have nothing to do with him, the child is yours," Jing Jiaren stared at him steadily, "Will you just give up?" ”

"What can you do to prove it?"