Jing Jiaren looked at Simon Longting in the mirror, looked at him carefully, and remembered the first time I saw him in the oil painting, his hair was jet black, and then I saw him maroon, coffee, and now he is brown......

"What color is your original hair?" Jing Jiaren asked.

“……”

"I want to know more about you." Jing Jiaren explained, "What is your specific height? What about weight? ”

She only knew that he was a few meters eight.

Ximen Longting's cold eyes stared at Jing Jiaren in the mirror.

She ruffled his hair with one hand and shook a hair dryer with the other, and the smile on her face was very sad.

"Simon Longting, write down all your basic information and show it to me." She demanded.

Simon Longting's voice was slightly hoarse: "I don't know." ”

"So I want to know what to do?"

"Jing Jiaren!" He growled in displeasure, "You want to know now what's the point of this?" ”

What's the point......

Jing Jiaren's fingers were white, and her eyes were flowing with clear water, and she seemed to be unable to help falling at any time.

"I just want to know the only man I love - all about him. I want to know all about him. Jing Jiaren's nose suddenly began to block, "I know it's a little late to say this now." ”

A hair dryer blows hot air......

Her heart is also hot: "No one can go back to the past and start over, but anyone can start from now and write a completely different ending." ”

“……”

"Simon Longting, shall we start again?"

"Not good." He said coldly, "I've given you countless opportunities. You won't get another chance. ”

"It doesn't matter, opportunities are reserved for those who work hard." Jing Jiaren stubbornly said, "I will let you see my sincerity." ”

Simon Longting's eyes darkened, and his hand unconsciously turned the ring ring in his hand.

It was as if the mouth of the heart had been chiseled into the ground with an awl.

Damn, he's never been so helpless with a woman.

Jing Jiaren helped him blow his hair, and then opened the wardrobe to help him choose clothes and ties for going out......

After watching this little woman busy for him, Ximen Longting's eyes became even deeper.

He knew that she had the idea of letting him go to the hospital—

Jing Jiaren put on a shirt for him and buttoned them one by one: "Ximen Longting, what is your wish?" ”

It was definitely the day she talked the most ever, and he was extremely silent.

"Let me accompany you to make it happen?"

She struggled to motivate him to stay alive.

"By the way, do you prefer boys or girls?" Jing Jiaren looked up at him, knowing that the child who died was a pain in each other's hearts.

Simon Longting's face really changed greatly, and he cruelly grabbed her jaw: "Mrs. Leng, don't tell me that you want to give birth to me?" ”

"As long as we can live that long, what's not to do."

“…… It's a pity that I'm not interested in other people's playthings. He stared at her coldly, "I'm very disgusted with second-hand goods!" ”

Jing Jiaren stared at him: "I have never had a relationship with Leng Lintian. ”

"Artificial insemination - putting another man's sperm into your body to conceive life, isn't it an indirect relationship?"

Jing Jiaren bit her lower lip, her eyes a little empty......

"When your illness is cured, you have a chance to choose again, and you can do without me at that time!"