However, after Jing Jiaren and Leng Aofeng interacted, Jing Meilin's attitude towards Leng Aofeng changed greatly, and every time she saw Jing Jiaren, she was even more ruthless with a gun and a stick.

"By the way, how about Jing Meixue and Jing Meihui?"

"They're good."

Jing Jiaren didn't think much about it: "I also hope you take care of your health." ”

Jing Meilin's death was temporarily prevaricated.

……

Jing Jiaren placed the vase at the window, and a pair of arms violently encircled her from behind.

The smell of his hot iron surrounded her and sniffed her neck: "Things are clear, are you satisfied?" ”

Jing Jiaren turned his head: "Stay away from me." ”

"It's depression, it's nothing to do with you. Still not happy? ”

"I'm not upset," after a pause, Jing Jiaren asked strangely, "I never said that her death had anything to do with me?" ”

Ximen Longting's eyes darkened, and he changed the topic: "How many scarves are there?" ”

"Not much." Jing Jiaren pushed him away and walked to the side of the bed to pick up the sewing kit.

Simon Longting came over and sat beside her and hugged her: "Would you rather face the yarn than look at me?" ”

“……”

"Don't you hate knitting scarves?"

"Yes," Jing Jiaren frowned, "I hate facing you more than knitting a scarf!" ”

Ximen Longting's sword eyebrows were cold, he thought that she would be happy if he solved these things for her.

He wants to be nice to her, and he wants to give her all the best haode in Shijie...... As long as she says yes.

But she never asked him what he wanted, she just blindly refused.

"Jing Jiaren!" Ximen Longting clasped her chin fiercely, "What do you want, what do I do to make you happy?" ”

"I want you to disappear from my presence now."

"weishenme, can you put up with Leng Lintian?"

"Didn't you keep asking Leng Lintian what he could give me? He can give me freedom! ”

Simon Longting said coldly: "I can give you the only love that is domineering." ”

"It's not overbearing, the only love is what I want...... Lovers also need a space for freedom and independence. I can't stand you, it's because you're always clinging to me. ”

Ximen Longting looked at her in silence for a long time, and his eyes fell on the knitted bag.

There were two different balls of yarn in it, and a pair of needles.

Because Jing Jiaren wants to weave two, and the beginning is more difficult, so let the woman take the lead.

"You're going to knit two scarves?"

He remembered that in the afternoon she wanted to ask the woman to do the work for her.

Jing Jiaren lowered her eyes: "Hmm." ”

"And one more, who are you going to weave it for?"

“……”

"I ask you, who else do you want to weave!?" Simon Longting grabbed her shoulders and shook violently, exerting force.

Jing Jiaren's shoulders hurt slightly: "Look, Ximen Longting, you are like this." You can't control your emotions all the time. ”

"Do you weave both to me?" He asked sarcastically, not believing she would be so kind.

"As you think, there is another one, which I weave for Leng Lintian."

Simon Longting's gaze became even more sarcastic, and he wanted to swallow her like that.

"He's my husband and saved me, what's wrong with me weaving one for him?"

"He's your husband, aren't you still in my arms?" Simon Longting pressed her lips violently, gnawed hard at her lips, and said in a low voice, "I can kiss as much as I want, and I ......can kiss wherever I want."

His lips moved down domineeringly, and he kissed her chin and neck fiercely: "Just kiss wherever you want!" ”

Jing Jiaren pushed his head hard: "Jealousy is the lowest and most childish emotion!" ”