"You give him your phone, I'll tell him."

"Miss Jing, the young master locked the door from the inside, no one can enter, I knocked on the door, and he won't open the door......"

Simon Longting's character is fierce, quite terrifying, and stubborn.

"If you knock on the door again, it'll be my phone." Jing Jiaren bit her lower lip.

"I'll try."

Immediately after that, Wilson knocked on the door, and the sound of loud music mixed with his pleas:

"Young master, it's Miss Jing's phone."

"Young Master? Young Master......"

"Miss Jing has something very important to tell you."

……

"Miss Jing, there is no movement."

"He won't open the door?" Jing Jiaren inhaled hard, she rarely called Ximen Longting, and under normal circumstances, he would definitely answer.

"I think the young master will go back when his mood has stabilized."

Just because Leng Lin woke up? He's so emotionally unstable?

"Alright then, be careful not to let him drink too much. When I went back to the hospital, I asked him to have a check-up. ”

Ximen Longting often drinks heavily, so it won't be what happens this time, so it's good to let him vent.

Jing Jiaren was sandwiched by two men and so many relatives, and she was overwhelmed.

At three o'clock in the middle of the night, she was tossing and turning in bed, and suddenly woke up from a nightmare, her face covered with tears and her pillow soaked.

She touched her wet face, and her heart ached......

I can't remember what kind of dream I had, but I remember that it was sad and desperate.

The feeling of heartache scared her.

An extremely unpleasant strong premonition hits, I can't say what it is, but my heart suddenly becomes very panicked, very nervous, and I always feel that something bad is about to happen.

Immediately rang the service bell, and the nurses arranged by Ximen Longting took turns to serve her 24 hours a day.

The nurse and the maid quickly rushed over: "Miss Jing, what's the matter?" ”

"Is Mr. Leng okay?"

"It's okay, there is a nurse on duty to keep vigil, it will be fine."

"You go check it out." Jing Jiaren was not at ease.

The nurse ran to see it and came back and said, "He's really fine." ”

Jing Jiaren leaned on the head of the bed, she was too nervous, looking out the window, she suddenly trembled - Ximen Longting hasn't come back yet?

She asked the bodyguard for her cell phone and dialed Wilson's number again......

The whole song was sung on the mobile phone, and no one answered.

The more time passed, the more depressed Jing Jia's heart became-

Finally, on the third call, the phone was connected.

Jing Jiaren relaxed her nerves slightly: "It's me." ”

"Miss Jing?"

"Weishenme hasn't answered the phone for so long? Didn't you say that you should let him drink less? It's three o'clock now. You, as his personal subordinate, watched him do whatever he wanted? ”

The problem of shelling rushed over.

"I didn't hear that...... Miss Jing, why don't you come and pick up the young master back? Wilson's voice sounded a little weird.

"Where are you, in that club?" I didn't hear that loud noise.

"We just came out, in front of the club."

"Then you want me to pick it up?"

"Well, okay, I know, it's nothing, you rest early, it's not too early." Wilson's words suddenly took a turn and he answered the question.

"You're coming back now?"

"Young Master still has something," Wilson hesitated, obviously looking at Simon Longting's face and speaking, "I won't be back to the hospital tonight, Miss Jing, good night." ”

"Simon Longting is listening? weishenme he doesn't answer the phone? ”

"Dut...... Toot ......"