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

How could he understand her painstaking efforts.

Jing Jiaren smiled wryly. Although Ximen Longting won that round, what about the next round?She couldn't see Ximen Longting suffer any more.

Suddenly, she felt that the air was extremely oppressive, and she didn't feel sleepy at all.

Jing Jiaren opened the French windows and walked outside to the open air.

The night sky was cloudy with rain, and there were two thunderclaps from time to time.

Jing Jiaren vaguely seemed to hear the sound of arguing next door...

She must have heard it wrong.

At this moment, the patio door next door was suddenly opened, and a lonely figure came out with a wine bottle in his hand.

Jing Jiaren's eyes widened in surprise.

Ximen Longting also saw her in an instant. In the rainy night, a pair of red pupils were as bloody as wolves...

There is always a red thread between them, and they can meet everywhere.

Or is it the so-called telepathy?

Ji Zihan's voice sounded in the room: "Ximen, you are injured, you have to apply medicine."

heavy rain.

"It's raining outside, come in."

A flash of pale lightning.

"Ximen, you can't drink..." Ji Zihan's footsteps were coming this way.

"Get out." Ximen Longting said cleanly.

Ji Zihan stopped in his tracks.

She knew that she couldn't bother Ximen Longting anymore at this time, but he suffered so many sticks today and was seriously injured, she was really worried about him, that's why she went over...

Ji Zihan bit her lips silently: "Then... I'm out, you wipe it yourself?"

Ximen Longting leaned on the railing with one hand and took a sip of wine.

Just as he was about to walk into the room, Jing Jiaren called him abruptly: "Wait!"

"..."

"I have something to ask Master Ximen for help." Jing Jiaren clenched her fists, but she was helpless.

Jing's mother's condition can only depend on Ximen Longting now.

Ximen Longting's tall figure swayed slightly, and he said in an extremely mocking tone: "Help? Did I hear correctly?"

Jing Jiaren had a humble attitude: "Yes..."

"It's rare that Mrs. Leng still needs my help."

Jing Jiaren bit her lower lip: "Only you can help me with this matter."

Ximen Longting leaned against the door and turned his face coldly.

His eyes were full of disgust towards her...

Jing Jiaren knew that it was she who messed things up again.Why does this matter have to involve Ximen Longting? If possible, she would rather go to Master Ximen.

But she has not even seen Master Ximen's face until now.

She was afraid that rushing over rashly would make the situation worse.

"I told you by the river this afternoon that my mother is Master Ximen's substitute lover, and only Master Ximen can cure her illness," Jing Jiaren said quickly, "but the problem is that now my mother regards you as a young Ximen Sir, can you help me?"

Ximen Longting was too lazy to listen and wanted to enter the house.

Jing Jiaren chased after her, "Young Master Ximen, just pretend to be me begging you."

Ximen Longting's footsteps froze, only half of his figure was outside.

"Mrs. Leng, your request is worthless in my eyes now!"

"You are a noble hand... just a little bit can save my mother's life. I will always be grateful to you."

Ximen Longting laughed wildly: "Your thanks are meaningless to me."

"I admit that I am sorry to you in many places... But those are all in the past."

Ximen Longting snorted coldly, his fingers turning white while holding the wine bottle: "It's so easy for you to pass...with me, you will never pass!"