Jing Jiaren guessed that it was about Ximen Longting, and sure enough, the maid said that he had drunk too much and had stomach problems, but he refused to take medicine.

"If you are sick, should you go to the doctor, what should I do?"

"Lord Will asked me to find you...... The young master's stomach hurt so badly that he vomited blood again. ”

Jing Jia's heart was suffocated, she didn't want to care about his life or death, but when she reacted, she had already come downstairs.

Simon Longting sat on the sofa, his shirt was buttoned open, his chest was open evilly, and even the neck and shirt collar were covered with lipstick marks.

The woman sat on his lap and spoonful by spoon fed the decanting soup that the servant had brought her.

Jing Jiaren glanced at it quickly, and frowned condensedly: "Didn't you say that he refused to take medicine?" ”

The servant looked at Wilson in surprise.

"Just now, the young master was willing to eat again, so I'm bothering Miss Jing." Wilson apologized, but he also didn't know Simon Dragon.

In the past, he refused to eat, but Wilson couldn't think of a way, so he had to throw the hot potato to Jing Jiaren.

Who knew that today, just after instructing the servant to call Jing Jiaren down, Ximen Longting was not only willing to take medicine, but also willing to drink soup.

Jing Jiaren frowned, he did it on purpose!

Turn around and go upstairs—

Simon raised a hand lazily.

Wilson shouted, "Miss Jing, please wait. The young master called you over. ”

“……”

He suddenly brought a woman back, and she wanted to see what kind of tricks he was playing. Running away from the wilderness is not her style!

Jing Jiaren endured a breath and turned around and walked in front of Ximen Longting.

He slowly drank a sip of soup, stared at Jing Jiaren lightly, and asked the woman in his arms, "Is she beautiful?" ”

The woman glanced at Jing Jiaren quickly and said with a smile: "Beautiful." ”

"How beautiful?"

"She reminds me of a poem by Li Yannian."

Simon Longting stroked the woman's hair: "Read it and listen to it." ”

"There are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent. One look at the city, and then look at the country. Who knows the city and the country? Beauty is hard to come by. ”

The corners of Ximen Longting's cruel mouth lifted, and he stared at Jing Jiaren for a while: "How many points do you give her?" ”

"100 points."

"She's really that beautiful?" Simon Longting's eyes were full of sarcasm and disdain.

The woman's smile was flattering: "Of course your woman is beautiful." ”

Ximen Longting whispered: "You are also my woman, how are you?" ”

The woman smiled silently and wiped the soup from his mouth with a towel.

Simon Longting grabbed her hand violently and kissed her on the back of her white and tender hand: "No matter how beautiful a woman is, if her heart is ugly, she is wearing a gorgeous robe full of lice. ”

Jing Jiaren stood silently, her lips pursed softly.

Simon Longting twisted the woman's chin up, faced Jing Jiaren, and asked her the same question: "Is she beautiful?" ”

She is a very classical beauty, full of oriental grace and beauty, and she is very beautiful. Unlike Jing Jiaren, who is so beautiful and sharp, she is a beautiful splashed ink painting.

Jing Jiaren turned around and wanted to leave.

Simon Longting frowned, and Wilson reached out to stop her.

"Miss Jing, please answer the young master's question first."

Jing Jiaren resisted the urge to get angry and squeezed out from between her teeth: "Beautiful." May I? ”

"How many points?"

“……”

"I ask you, how many points do you give her!"

“89。”

Ximen Longting laughed sarcastically and arrogantly: "Did you hear it, you gave her a score of 100, and she gave you a score of 89." ”