"Is this what a servant said to the master?" Ximen Longying looked at Leng Aofeng delicately, "She is too presumptuous, what do you think?"

Leng Aofeng said nothing and turned away calmly.

Jing Jiaren was slightly surprised. He had always been impulsive and could not hide his emotions, but today he was more calm and steady than ever before.

Ximen Longying was so annoying that he could not bear to take his arm out of her arms, push her away, and did not show any overstep to Jing Jiaren.

Except that he looked at Jing Jiaren with particularly passionate eyes!

And now, he has slowly suppressed his fiery gaze...

I prefer death over death, so Ximen Longting appears on the stage.

Jing Jiaren immediately became nervous when she heard his voice, and then she saw Ximen Longting and Wilson walking in from the side hall.

The man put one hand in his pocket, wearing a gray shirt and a purple vest with dark patterns, and looked indescribably high-spirited.

Looking at Leng Aotian again, what a coincidence. Under the iron-gray coat, there is a light-colored shirt and a white fluffy vest.

One is as charming as a poppy; the other is as handsome as snow.

Ximen Longting's cold gaze passed over Ximen Longying: "What are you doing here?"

"Suddenly it occurred to me that I have never brought my fiancé to formally introduce him to you," Ximen Longying smiled slightly, "and he will become my husband in three days, how could I not show it to you, brother?"

Ximen Longting sat on the sofa without interest.

So naturally, I sat next to Jing Jiaren!

"Three days later?" He heard the key.

"I want to hold my wedding reception on your birthday."

"..."

"You haven't been interested in birthdays in the past, so it will be the same this year. I will arrange everything. Birthdays and wedding banquets, I will definitely make it a lively one."

"No." Ximen Longting simply said decisively.

"Is it different this year because I have a fun little maid by my side?" Ximen Longying cast a teasing glance at Jing Jiaren.

Ximen Longting frowned slightly. Originally, he had left this woman to spend this day with him.

But now, he no longer cares if she stays with her or not.

After the great despair, his heart was dead and he no longer had any expectations for her!

"Tea." A calm voice ordered to the woman beside him.

Jing Jiaren came to her senses and stood up to pour tea.

Leng Aofeng, who had always been cold and cold, had a hint of incredible perseverance in his eyes.

Jing Jiaren also knows how spineless she is now! How could she be dressed like this in the past and obey Ximen Longting's instructions!

She wanted to get up and leave, but this would arouse Ximen Longting's suspicion...

He has always had a keen sense of touch!

Jing Jiaren endured it, poured tea and handed it to him.

Sure enough, the devil stared at her: "Why, with such a bad face, you are not happy to serve me tea as a servant."

Does this man want to deliberately humiliate her in front of others?

"I don't feel very well. I'll go upstairs to rest first."

"Did I allow you to leave?" He took a cold sip of tea with an arrogant sarcasm on his face, "What are you doing here, pouring tea for the guests?"

Leng Aofeng's face was cold and his figure suddenly moved.

Ximen Longying, who was holding him, felt his murderous intent and secretly pressed down his clenched fist.

Jing Jiaren's face was stiff and ugly, her self-esteem was frustrated, and a stubborn light burst out from her eyes.
Chapter completed!