Ximen Longting turned his chair back and said in a sinister voice: "Get out."

Wilson had no choice but to go out and stand guard at the door, always listening to what was going on inside in case of emergency.

Jing Jiaren looked at the messy documents on the floor. She had nowhere to put her feet. So she picked up the documents on the ground one by one as she walked.

Picked them all up, put them together and put them on the table.

Jing Jiaren then walked up to Ximen Longting and said, "I heard you are in a bad mood."

Ximen Longting's eyes were blank and dull, staring at the violent storm outside the window.

Thunder and lightning flashed across, and white light flashed on his face, which was a little heart-wrenching.

Jing Jiaren's eyes fell on his right hand, and sure enough, there was a wound scratched by glass on the back of his hand.

Jing Jiaren's heart ached: "What's wrong with you? Are you unhappy because of the child?"

Child, these two words were so irritating that Ximen Longting froze.

"Didn't you comfort me last night? We have a second, a third, a fourth..." Jing Jiaren's heart felt stinging when she thought of the child, but seeing Ximen Longting like this made her even more sad, "Today

It’s a new day.”

She reached out to hold his right hand.

Suddenly he moved his wrist and forcefully opened her hand.

Jing Jiaren's hand felt a burning pain. She didn't blame Ximen Longting for being angry, she just blamed herself more.

"I promise you, when I get better, we will have a new child soon."

"..."

"Your hand is injured, why don't you take care of it?" Jing Jiaren stood up and was about to ask the servant to bring the medical kit.

But after walking only a few steps, he said in a gloomy voice: "Why can't you continue acting? Are you leaving now?"

"What do I play?"

"A drama of bitterness."

Jing Jiaren turned back in confusion.

Ximen Longting swung the swivel chair over, and his handsome face was particularly profound in the shadow: "I was almost deceived by your acting skills. If you act, you should win the Best Actress Oscar."

His voice was calm.

It should be said that it is the silence after despair.

He didn't angrily question her or torture her like before, because this time, Jing Jiaren really hurt him seriously.

Even the last trace of his domineering spirit was polished away by her, and he looked like a wolf lying on the ground gasping for breath. Although his eyes were shining fiercely, there was no trace of lethality.

"I don't understand what you are talking about." Jing Jiaren shook her head.

Ximen Longting took out the mobile phone and threw it hard, landing right in front of her feet.

"I asked for this phone from the nurse named He in order to know the whereabouts of Jing Meixue." Jing Jiaren knew that he was misunderstanding again, "I didn't tell you because I was afraid that you wouldn't allow me to talk to Jing Meixue.

I contacted him secretly and hid it secretly."

Ximen Longting curled his lips and smiled.

Laughing and applauding.

Jing Jiaren felt that the applause was so ironic: "You don't believe me."

"You forgot to delete the text message." He reminded, "otherwise, how could I not believe your wonderful performance last night?"

Short message?

When did Jing Jiaren receive a text message? Was it from the newspaper?

Jing Jiaren picked up her phone and saw several messages in the text box, and her head suddenly exploded - she had been framed.

"Ah Leng." Ximen Longting looked at her with a low smile, his red eyes a cold gray, "What an affectionate title."

Leng Lintian?

"What a thorough plan."
Chapter completed!