Jing Jiaren spent a lot of time walking back and forth in the villa, rummaging through boxes and cabinets, looking for contraceptives and other things...

Take advantage of every opportunity to strangle the seeds in the cradle.

It’s a pity that since it was the place where she gave birth, she naturally would not prepare such things, so that she would have the opportunity to start.

Ask the servant to do it? It’s even more impossible to give it to him!

Jing Jiaren jumped around the villa irritably.

Suddenly, she stopped in front of a painting in the attic.

It was an oil painting, a man on the side, wearing a dark blue English dress and a dagger around his waist.

The handsome nose bridge is like a jade mountain.

A pair of affectionate red lips were filled with indifferent and harsh coldness!

And his eyes were red pupils, not scary red, but like precious rubies...

The black black hair was slightly curled and swept to his forehead.

The whole painting is noble and so handsome.

Jing Jiaren narrowed her eyes slightly. Even though she had never been moved by handsome men, she also walked in a narrow way when she saw this painting.

He is not ordinary handsome, he is rare, he is a rare beauty, and his visual impact is also quite...

Moreover, this man was filled with a kingly indifference, attracting people to get closer...

When the servant saw Jing Jiaren staring at the painting, he proudly said, "This is our young master, you saw it last night."

It was indeed him!

"I can't remember it last night, I don't know what he looks like."

Moreover, this painting is just a side and half-body appearance, and it is impossible to tell whether it is the same person.

But she seemed to have some impression of those red pupils...

The servant was obviously surprised. The first time I heard that someone had seen such a striking appearance from the young master, I couldn't remember it: "Our young master himself is more handsome and mighty than in the portrait."

Jing Jiaren curled her lips coldly: "It's more handsome than the portrait, isn't she still a human?"

"Really, you'll know next time you've seen him."

"In order to please the owner, ordinary painters usually paint many times better than themselves." Jing Jiaren said sarcastically, "This must be filled with water."

"Miss, why do you say this..."

"I'm just the fact."

"When you have seen the young master, you will definitely regret what you said!" The servant loyally protected the master.

"I won't talk about him anymore. I have no interest in what he looks like." Jing Jiaren turned her face lightly. No matter how handsome he is, she can't possess her body for nothing! This damn forced ~ rape ~ offender!

"What is that lady interested?" The servant looked at the portrait admiringly, "If the young master's genes are matched with you, the cutest baby in the world will definitely be born."

A cold snorted out of Jing Jiaren's nose: "That's what he wants to have. Do you think I'm willing to give birth to a son for him if I think it's a person?"

The servant glanced at Jing Jiaren strangely, obviously feeling that her brain was kicked by a donkey.

Anyone thought it was a good thing that came from the sky, and she had a smelly face since she woke up, and was full of disdain and offense to the young master.

If you need value, appearance, background, what is the young master not a domineering person who has changed his mind?

"Did you..." the servant hesitated, "Where did you hit me?"

"I am fine!"

Jing Jiaren walked forward lazily: "I'm hungry."

"What do you want to eat? There is a large kitchen on the first floor, and the refrigerator has a wall that stores a lot of food. You can go and see what you want to eat and what flavors you like, and ask the chef to make it for you."

Jing Jiaren's eyes turned and followed the servant downstairs.
Chapter completed!