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

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Three days later, the morning of my departure for France.

Early in the morning, Jing's father went into the kitchen alone and cooked Jing's mother's favorite soup.

Jing Jiaren hasn't been sleeping well for the past few days. Every morning when she wakes up, she will see Jing's father standing at the door of Jing's mother's room.

After so many years, Jing Jiaren really envied his father's love for his mother.

Persistence, care, no regrets.

Beside Jing's mother, he is willing to play a neglected supporting role.

After more than 20 years, Jing's mother looks only 5-6 years older than before, but Jing's father is beyond recognition.

This is because Jing's father carried all the tiredness and suffering on his shoulders alone, so as not to let Jing's mother suffer from wind and rain.

Jing's mother drank the soup with a reverie look on her face.

"Strange, why is the taste of this soup so familiar..."

This is the soup that Jing's father and Jing's mother learned to make after they got married.

So in Mama Jing's current state, she probably hasn't had a drink.

But she felt strangely familiar.

"Miss Su, the car has been parked outside, we can leave at any time." The servant reminded, "Miss Jane will also go with her this time. She was sent by Mr. Ximen to pick you up for the banquet, have you not forgotten? "

Jing's mother nodded: "I haven't forgotten, you go and take off the scarf I knitted. It's in the purple gift box on the bedside table where I sleep."

The servant went upstairs, and Mother Jing felt that the taste of the soup was too sad, so she put down the bowl and went to the courtyard to breathe the air.

Father Jing was watering the flowers with a watering can.

Jing's mother looked at his back, not knowing why, she couldn't help walking towards him.

When Father Jing heard footsteps, he turned his head abruptly, and the water from the shower splashed onto Mother Jing's skirt.

She took a big step back in an instant: "How do you gardener do things!?"

Father Jing lowered his head and stood humbly.

"It drenched my skirt... Feng Lie likes me wearing this skirt the most..."

"I'm sorry." Papa Jing's throat rolled.

"You have been fired, pack your things immediately, and get out."

Father Jing raised his head suddenly, his face was wrinkled by time, his hair was slightly bald, he was only in his mid-forties, but his temples were gray.

Mother Jing frowned slightly, an inexplicable sense of familiarity overwhelmed her.

"Miss Su, I've already taken your present."

Jing's mother came back to her senses and shook her wet skirt. Fortunately, there was only a small piece of it wet.

She turned around and left without hesitation.

Father Jing looked at her still young and green, wearing a maroon British long dress and a small waistcoat, and walked into his vivid memory, overlapping with the former Jing mother.

The sun shone down, flashing halos in front of his eyes.

Jing Jiaren shed tears when she saw Papa Jing's head bowed from the open car window.

There is a kind of love that is silent.

The corners of Jing Jiaren's eyes are also a little wet, this time I can't bring Jing's father with me when I go to France.

The main reason is that he is afraid that Jing's mother will recognize him and his condition will be stimulated.

But now it seems that Jing's mother has completely forgotten him.

Suddenly, I feel worthless for my father's unwavering protection for so many years!

"Is this touching?" Leng Lintian smiled, "I seem to see my future in him."