Inhaled hard, Jing Jiaren was still cheap.

Because nothing compares to the life of a loved one!

Jing Jiaren hesitated to knock on the door and found that the door lock had been opened, and she opened the door as soon as she knocked.

Simon Longting's condensed voice came: "Close the door." ”

Jing Jiaren saw him standing in front of his desk, staring at a painting on the wall.

Jing Jiaren knocked down the lock and closed the door.

When I got closer, I found that the painting that Ximen Longting was looking at was a woman pulling a bow and arrow with the same proportions as a person, and the arrow pointed to a man's heart.

The English translation of the drawing is: You let go, and I'm dead.

Jing Jiaren's heart suddenly moved.

Yes, as soon as a woman lets go, the arrow pierces the man's heart.

The man in the painting is hugging the woman......

"How's this painting?" Simon Longting's cold voice sounded.

Jing Jiaren's voice was dry: "Very good." ”

"Where's the good?"

"Anywhere."

Ximen Longting suddenly turned around, his red pupils sharp and arrogant: "Anywhere is good?" ”

"Painting style, creativity, artistic conception, color ......" Jing Jiaren deliberately neglected the key points.

Simon Longting smiled sarcastically, but his eyes seemed to ask:

Isn't this painting the most confirmed portrayal of you and me?

It's a pity that you let go, my heart is dead. Jing Jiaren, I died to you.

He took a big sip of whiskey.

"Don't drink it." Jing Jiaren stretched out her hand and grabbed it, "You let me come to your room, you won't let me watch you get drunk?" ”

Simon Longting walked past her towards the super size bed, naturally took off his nightgown, and lay on the bed.

"Give me the medicine."

Jing Jiaren saw the bottles and cans on the ground, which should have been knocked over by Ji Zihan when he served him.

Fortunately, there was a very thick carpet, and the medicine jar was not broken.

Jing Jiaren picked up the things one by one and went over to give him medicine.

Ximen Longting's entire back was terribly bruised, it was a large lump, and it was swollen.

Just looking at it, it hurts.

Jing Jiaren's shoulders trembled, and her heart ached as if a whip was whipping it one after another.

One can imagine how much strength Leng Lintian has exerted - of course, Leng Lintian was beaten 9 times, and his injuries will be even more serious.

Rubbing the medicine in the palm of her hand until the palm was hot, she gently rubbed it around her waist.

"Rub the point!"

“……”

"If you don't start with the point, how can the medicine get in? How can the injury be healed? ”

Jing Jiaren exerted his strength, and his body began to tense because of the pain.

Jing Jiaren hurriedly retracted.

"I'll let you rub the point!" He didn't know if he was torturing her, or if he was torturing himself?

Jing Jiaren took a breath hard and calmed down.

But she couldn't do anything.

"What, are you tickling me?" Simon Longting said gloomily, "Do you want to cure your mother's illness?" ”

Simon Longting, you weishenme want to torture me like this......

"Give me a hard time," he said as if it wasn't his body, "and use as much strength as you can." ”

“……”

"If you can't do it, you can get out of here."

Jing Jiaren can't do it, she just wants to ask him if it hurts?

Of course he hurts, but the physical pain makes him sting~ excited, paralyzed, and makes him forget the pain in his heart for a while.

"Jing Jiaren, I call you the focus!"

Jing Jiaren didn't pay attention to him at all, and only took the medicine according to her own frequency and strength, even if Zuihou didn't agree, she helped him take the medicine and leave.