Ximen Longting's face changed slightly, and he strode into the living room, and sure enough, the woman who was originally asleep on the bed was gone.

Ximen Longting pulled the door open hard, and the whole mania rushed out like a lion.

The guards nearby all said that they didn't see Jing Jiaren passing by.

"Find, find me—"

Jing Jiaren came out of the bathroom and saw that the person by the window had not returned, and the door of the living room was still open.

Faintly hearing voices outside, she walked to the door and took a look.

When the guard saw her, he immediately said, "Young Master, isn't that Miss Jing, isn't she in the room?" ”

Ximen Longting turned his head angrily, and his red eyes met Jing Jiaren's gaze.

Jing Jiaren's heart was hit hard, and her head shrank back.

Look at the time, it's not even six o'clock, and it's appropriate to offer to leave now?

Wait another hour until it's completely dawn......

Jing Jiaren was just about to go to bed, when a pair of strong arms grabbed it violently and pressed it into her arms.

He lost again, and even though she was about to leave, he couldn't hold back.

"Where have you been?" He asked in a low, menacing voice, the smell of wine spurting over her head.

"I just went to the toilet. What's wrong? ”

Simon Longting didn't speak, just hugged him tightly.

He began to regret that Weishenme was going to be angry and cold last night, Weishenme was going to ignore her, he thought he was torturing her, but in fact she slept well, and it was still him who was tortured.

It seemed as if there was only one hole left in his heart.

He wanted to start keeping her and telling her not to go.

However, his pride and self-esteem told him that even if he begged her eleven thousand times, she would not stay.

"Noodles." He said coldly, "Give me a bowl of noodles, and I'll you go." ”

The first time she ordered noodles for him, he didn't eat them, which was his eternal shortcoming.

Jing Jia's figure moved, and he nodded in his arms: "Okay." ”

In the kitchen, boiling water is boiling and steaming.

Wilson handed Jing Jiaren a glass bottle: "Miss Jing, the sleeping pills in here are enough to put down an elephant." You put about three spoonfuls, and you can let the young master sleep for a day and a night. ”

Jing Jiaren was surprised and asked, "Do you put it in the noodles?" ”

"Yes," Wilson nodded, "there is no taste, it doesn't affect the texture of the noodles." ”

"But what if he finds out?"

"This is the young master's order."

Yes, she chose to drink "blood" last night, and the rest of the sleeping pills were drunk by Ximen Longting.

Jing Jiaren took the bottle and held it in the palm of her hand.

Wilson gave her a deep look, took two steps back, and then stopped and said, "Miss Jing, it's too late if you regret it now." ”

"What?"

"As long as you don't put sleeping pills, there's still time to change your choice."

Wilson reminded her, leaving the huge kitchen to herself.

Jing Jiaren smiled dumbly.

Last night's and today's multiple-choice questions were all steps set by Ximen Longting for each other. Two equally proud men, neither of whom would bow their heads to beg the other—

Twenty minutes later, Jing Jiaren walked out with a tray of noodles.

Simon sat at the dining table waiting, absentmindedly flipping through the newspaper.

"I don't know if it's good or not," Jing Jiaren smiled, "However, I put all the ingredients in it, and I made it very rich." It looks like it tastes good too. ”

Ximen Longting put down the newspaper and looked at the bowl of noodles with a complicated expression, as if it contained poison.