This is all the dishes she has learned to cook recently, and she has done them all today, and she has not made haode, she has redone them until they are ready.

"These dishes, contact your young master to come back and give them to him."

Jing Jiaren instructed: "But it's not for him to eat." ”

The servants looked at each other, obviously not understanding what Jing Jiaren meant.

"Your young master will understand."

Jing Jiaren thought about it, put them aside and went upstairs, picked up her haode scarf and went downstairs.

"I also knitted this scarf for him, so you young master must give it to him."

After doing all this, Jing Jiaren was finally relieved, and her body began to be tired.

Feeling hungry in hindsight, she asked the servant to warm the food, and sat alone at the huge dining table to eat.

Simon Dragon, never made a decent meal for you.

Would you like this meal made for you?

In fact, it is not difficult to knit a scarf seriously......

Many things are not difficult, as long as you learn them seriously.

For your sake, I can learn and do it.

At night, Jing Jiaren lay in bed and couldn't help but pick up the book of knitting yarn again, this time, she wanted to knit a sweater for him.

Knitting a scarf and thinking about the past, sometimes she couldn't help but raise the smile at the corner of her mouth and smile softly.

Sometimes the smile on the corner of the mouth has not stiffened, but the tears have flowed first......

The maid called Ji Ziang.

After listening to a few words, he understood Jing Jiaren's intentions......

Leaning on the misty natural hot spring, he glanced at Ximen Longting with an evil smile: "Since Miss Jing has put so much effort into it, send it over." ”

Ximen Longting squinted, and when he heard the words "Miss Jing", his eyelashes moved slightly.

"Simon, it seems that you have been entangled by a wicked girl this time, and it is difficult to get out."

“……”

"I'm curious, what method did you use to subdue Mrs. Leng so desperately?"

“……”

"Could it be that the baby in her womb is yours?"

Ximen Longting's red eyes suddenly opened, and his murderous aura was awe-inspiring.

A fist hit him, and Ji Ziang avoided it in time.

"So excited, I said yes?"

"Don't mess with me."

In the middle of the night, Ji's Villa is built on the top of the mountain, with a steep cliff behind it, like a fairyland in the clouds.

Warm lights lit up around the house, and the sound of water flowing and waterfall could be heard.

The Ji family's private jet flew in the middle of the night to bring a box of dinner.

"It just so happens that I'm hungry and want to have some supper." Ji Ziang got up unceremoniously, took the bath towel held by the servant and wrapped it around his body, and sat on the stone chair casually.

The ten-story luxurious lunch box opens layer by layer......

The heat preservation is excellent, a burst of heat hits ~ comes, the fragrance is tangy, and you can smell it from a distance.

Ji Ziang raised his eyebrows indifferently: "It's very fragrant." ”

"If you don't want to go into orthopedics, just put things down." Ximen Longting's voice came from the shadow, like a north wind transiting.

Ji Ziang glanced at him: "It's worthy of Ximen, he is still arrogant in my territory." ”

"Put it down!"

"So much, are you sure you can finish eating?"

"You don't have to worry about it."

"What is this? Have you prepared a love gift? Ji Ziang suddenly swept a plastic bag that had not been opened and took out a scarf from it.

"Tsk, what year is it, and hand-knitting is still popular?"

The tall figure of Ximen Longting approached, and his fist also beckoned.

Ji Ziang easily dodged and put the scarf on his neck......