Ximen Longting turned his face away indifferently: "If you stay by my side any longer, you will end up in one way, death." ”

Jing Jiaren stared at him suddenly: "Is it because of my mother?" ”

“……”

"What deal did you make with Master Simon?" Jing Jiaren held his face, turned it over, and asked him to face her, "Is it that Master Ximen doesn't allow us to meet?" ”

"Miss Jing......" Wilson finally spoke, "You come to see the young master, if the master knows, he will definitely kill you." ”

Really.

So he rejected her because he was worried about his safety?

"Then I've come to see you now, he may know, and it's more dangerous for you to drive me away."

"I don't know ...... yet."

Jing Jiaren stared at Ximen Longting with lowered eyes: "What deal?" Is it just that I can't see you? ”

"The young master is looking for Master Ximen this time, and the condition for opening is ......"

"Shut up," Simon Longting was as cold as frost, "it's not your turn to speak as a small character here." ”

"Simon Longting, you don't want this!" Jing Jiaren looked back at Wilson, "You go out, go and bandage your hands with medicine." ”

Wilson looked at Simon Hesitantly, obviously observing his master's expression.

"Get out!"

Wilson saluted: "Young master, then I'm out, if you have anything to call me again." ”

The bodyguards and servants at the door knelt, all looking inside.

Ximen Longting shouted: "Get out of here!" ”

Wilson dispersed the crowd, and Jing Jiaren asked the maid to bring in the pasta.

"The noodles are a little cold, maybe not so delicious," Jing Jiaren probed the bowl, which was still a little warm, "You can eat it now." ”

Simon Longting's face was terrifyingly deep.

Jing Jiaren personally brought the pasta to him: "I'm sorry. ”

She whispered.

The sorry and heart shape on the noodles remain intact.

Ximen Longting's lips were pale, and he closed his eyes sadly: "You also get out of me." ”

"Simon Longting, I really won't leave you again."

“……”

"No matter how much you try to drive me, I won't leave." Jing Jiaren took a breath hard, her voice trembling, "I want to pay you back everything I owe you." I'm going to cook for you, knit your sweater, knit your scarf, read your joys and sorrows, amuse you, comfort you when you're unhappy...... Help you make your wishes come true! ”

Simon Longting's red eyes flowed with a dark and painful light.

"I'm not afraid of Master Simon, what I'm afraid of is that you are lonely and sad."

Jing Jiaren knew what she asked more, and Ximen Longting would not answer her.

It's better to wait a moment and ask Wilson, and he will definitely talk to him.

"Simon Longting, did you hear what I said? I'm not afraid of death at all. ”

Ximen Longting finally raised his thick long eyelashes and stared at her: "I'm afraid." ”

"You are afraid of me to die, afraid of me being hurt, sad and heartbroken, and I am the same." Jing Jiaren pulled him up and held the plate with one hand, "I asked, your stomach can eat this, but after the operation, you can't eat delicious anymore, you can only eat some liquid food." So now, cherish it and don't drink too much to aggravate your condition, okay? ”

Simon Longting didn't speak.

"I'll feed you!?"

Ximen Longting frowned, as if he had made some decision without authorization, and his expression was arrogant and detached.

Jing Jiaren sat next to him and fed him some of the pasta rolled up with chopsticks......

"Would you like to eat something? I don't have many opportunities to cook food for you. ”