Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

"I just don't want him to remember all this again, Leng Lintian, you should also understand his personality somewhat, if I leave with you, will he let things go?"

"Then he will let the horse come over, and I will wait."

"I don't want to! You promised to end the grievances with Ximen Longting once I have a child. I am also tired and just want a warm home. I hope Ximen Longting forgets everything, and we will live our lives from now on Day, isn't this bad?"

Leng Lintian said in a deep voice: "It's good, but unfortunately I really don't have such medicine. If there is, I will be the first to take it."

"Why do you want to eat?"

"Do you think it feels good to hate someone? It's like living in the torment of hell, tortured every second... This is not a past that I can choose!"

Jing Jiaren didn't know what Leng Lintian had gone through to make him feel so angry.

She took a deep breath: "Forget it if you don't have one, I thought you might have..."

"No."

The aroma of the soup began to waft out.

Leng Lintian's voice came from the phone and asked: "Even if there is, he lost his memory after taking medicine, can you forget him?"

"I can," Jing Jiaren said in a low voice, "These three days are the time to come back and end everything. I can take care of myself."

"Affordable, let go. My wife, should I praise you for being strong and courageous, or for being ruthless?" Leng Lintian laughed like a devil.

"Don't worry about my affairs, just take care of your own affairs. I'm going to hang up."

"Honey, are you making soup?" He said in a refreshing voice, "I heard the sound of bubbling soup..."

Leng Lintian's hearing is really good.

"In the future, I will enjoy your good things exclusively. I look forward to drinking the soup you made yourself." He said lazily, "My wife is not at home, and I don't even have the habit of eating breakfast."

"Okay, I really have to hang up, or he will find out."

"Kiss one." Leng Lintian's deadpan voice came.

Jing Jiaren really wanted to throw the phone into the pot and cook together, but she was afraid of hanging up the phone hastily, and Leng Lintian called again.

Resisting the nausea, she returned: "Kiss. ​​Hang up."

There were pimples all over her body, she was not a sweet person in the first place.

But recently she has gotten used to talking to Ximen Longting...

Jing Jiaren closed the phone, full of sadness.

The soup was ready, Jing Jiaren filled it up and drank a little, it was delicious.Her craft is getting better and better.

In the past, she planned to never go into the kitchen and not get oily fumes, but she changed it for Ximen Longting.

It's a pity that he will not be the one who enjoys her cooking skills in the future!

Jing Jiaren made a bowl of noodles with ointment soup, which will be particularly thick and sweet, which will definitely whet Ximen Longting's appetite.

Picking up the tray, she filled two bowls of noodles and went upstairs.

Before I walked in, I heard the sound of things breaking violently...

As Jing Jiaren approached, the sound of throwing things became more and more intense.

The door opened suddenly, and the servant rushed out, almost bumping into Jing Jiaren.

"Be careful!" Fortunately, Jing Jiaren avoided it in time.

The servant's expression was frightened: "Miss Jing, the young master suddenly started going crazy!"

Jing Jiaren glanced into the opened door, and everything that could be dropped or smashed, as long as it was within reach, fell to the ground.

Jing Jiaren's chest sank, and she was immediately enveloped by an extremely bad premonition.

Her heart began to tremble, and she was so guilty that she just wanted to run away immediately!