You're talking angry [317]

Jing Jiaren rolled over, her head hitting the man's hard chin, and felt a familiar temperature and breath envelop her.

She frowned, slowly half-opened her eyes, and saw that she was in Ximen Longting's arms.

She had just had nightmares about him.

She had a deep grudge against him, and wanted to beat him in her dreams, but every time she tried to beat him, a force grabbed her body, making it impossible for her to do so.

Now his face was close at hand, and his low gaze was tightly pressed at her: "Awakened? ”

Jing Jiaren clenched his fist and punched him fiercely.

The bones of her hands were numb with pain, and she was stunned - this is not a dream?

Thoroughly sober.

Ximen Longting pressed the bridge of his nose, Jing Jiaren's punch was strong, and his nose was numb and painful: "Have a nightmare?" ”

“……”

"Did you dream of me again?" I want to beat him up in my dreams! Is he so underwhelmed?

Jing Jiaren sat up from his arms abruptly, and moved her body back half a meter: "What are you doing in my bed?!" ”

He hadn't been in the living room since he moved to the next room that day.

Ximen Longting half-leaned up, and said in a lazy voice: "This is also my bed." ”

“……”

"Where should I be if I'm not here?"

Yes, the whole manor is his, and he doesn't live here if he's not happy, and he lives in when he's happy.

Jing Jiaren nodded and said, "Do you want me to change rooms?" You should have said it earlier. ”

She was about to get out of bed when a tight embrace suddenly embraced her from behind.

Holding her tightly in his arms, the scent of her body, the scent of her hair, the sense of peace that only she could bring him...... Only by regaining these flavors can you enjoy the joy of living.

"What do you do?" Jing Jiaren asked coldly, why did his attitude change again.

A low-alcohol voice whispered in her ears: "The test report is down." ”

Jing Jiaren suddenly said, yes, it should be down today, how did she forget.

"The child is ours."

"Oh." She was cold and unsurprised.

Simon Longting turned her body over: "Aren't you happy?" ”

Jing Jiaren smiled mockingly: "What do I have to be happy about, no matter who the child is, it is in my belly, it makes no difference to me." ”

Ximen Longting's eyes darkened: "I know you are talking angry." ”

“……”

"Although I blamed you wrongly, it is an indisputable fact that you took birth control pills, tried in vain to kill the child, and had a private meeting with Leng Lintian."

"Yes, so I deserve to die." Jing Jiaren smiled strangely, "Young Master Xiexie Ximen is very kind and has spared my life." ”

Damn, this woman has this kind of ability-

Any harsh word has the ability to stab him fiercely.

Ximen Longting forced down: "Turning this page, I can act as if nothing has happened." ”

"It's up to you."

"Really?"

"If you want to lift it, if you don't want to lift it, you can't lift it, do I have the right to call the shots? Of course, I am not surprised that you want to go back and turn over old accounts one day. ”

Simon Longting felt her resentment, and she was even more detached from him.

She looked at him with a look that was even colder and stranger than when she first saw him.

I used to be angry and annoyed with him, but now I am only left with a dead heart.

Jing Jiaren is indeed dead, through so many things, she knows that she will never be able to change him, and he will not be able to change her, and it is a mistake for two equally stubborn people to meet.