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

"Nutritious and healthy." Leng Lintian served his wife at the table, looking like a strict wife.

Luo Lei picked up the glass of milk in his hand, sniffed it lightly, and took it out in disgust.

"What a strong fishy smell."

"Freshly milked milk is like this," the servant explained, "but it is very nutritious."

Generally, what everyone drinks is processed, and the freshly squeezed ones taste heavy and not sweet.

It was also the first time for Wen Xinnuan to drink it. He picked it up and smelled it, and then silently moved it away...

"Wife, I sent someone to airlift this cow from the Netherlands. The milk fat rate is 3.57%, which is very good for the body." Leng Lintian said, holding a glass and asking Jing Jiaren to drink it.

Ji Ziang smiled: "Another black-bellied species in the world has been domesticated."

Jing Jiaren couldn't drink it either: "I won't drink it."

"For the sake of my baby, I will drink at least three cups a day in the future. Three times in the morning, afternoon and evening."

Not only that, Luo Lei found out that the soup was made of milk, and instantly lost his appetite...

Although the dinner was not satisfactory, the overall atmosphere was extremely warm...

This picture of a big family having dinner noisily seems to be far away.

Jing Jiaren watched in a daze as Leng Lintian served her food, Wen Xinnuan was cared for by Ji Ziang, and Luo Lei burst out some disturbing pictures from time to time, thinking in his heart, how will Ximen Longting spend this Valentine's Day?

Skip.

With Jing Jiaren away, Ximen Longting has no thoughts about anything.

There are still piles of documents. In the past two days, Ximen Longting has hardly left the boss chair, has been working overtime, and even sleeps directly among the piles of documents at night.

Wilson knocked carefully on the door and brought supper.

The young master's stomach is uncomfortable, and he has not eaten on time for the past two days, so he can only drink porridge.

Wilson put down the porridge and handed over a document by the way: "Master, an important piece of information has just been sent from China."

Ximen Longting slightly raised his eyes: "Say."

"It's about Miss Jing."

Ximen Longting paused, and the next second, the document in his hand was swept to the ground.

He raised his head angrily, his eyes filled with frost: "Did you forget my warning?"

"This news is very important, so I..." Wilson said boldly, "I wonder if the young master still remembers the watch you tailored for Miss Jing?"

Once curiosity has begun, there is no way not to keep listening.

Especially, it's about Jing Jiaren...

Ximen Longting leaned on the chair exhaustedly: "Speak."

Wilson was overjoyed and hurriedly took out the documents, which contained some photos.

He couldn't bear the young master's recent state. If he continued to work like this, even hard-nosed people would not be able to stand it.

The one in the photo is of course Jing Jiaren's watch.

It has a model number, ML1314 (ML is the abbreviation of MY LOVE), but it is not for sale and is not publicly listed.

This information is only available to the team of designers involved in the manufacture of this watch.

After Jing Jiaren handed over the watch to the XM specialty store, because the repair price offered was good, the store manager gave the watch to the XM designer, who had participated in the manufacturing and recognized it at a glance.

This is the property of Master Ximen, why is it left outside?

So I immediately got in touch with Wilson's men...

Ximen Longting looked at those photos.

The gears were scattered, each part familiar to him.

Because he personally participated in the design, processing, and assembly of this watch.