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

The two have never talked about each other's views on love calmly before.

Unless it is brought out during a quarrel——

He also only sticks to his own set of theories, and if she doesn't satisfy him, he gets angry.

But today, he is humbly taught like a student.

"You don't like me talking about this?"

"No, I just think you are very easy to talk to today." I am not so paranoid anymore.

Ximen Longting, who is so reasonable, made her feel less tired getting along, but she felt a pain in her heart.

When he looked at her, when he talked, it made her feel pain. Why?

There seemed to be needles filling the air, pricking her from time to time.

"It would be nice if you kept saying things like this."

"Am I being unreasonable?"

"You are very stubborn!"

Ximen Longting smiled handsomely and lowered his head.

The bangs moved a bit, revealing a large bruise...

Jing Jiaren frowned, stretched out her hand to brush his hair, and saw a big bruise on his forehead.

"how did you make it?"

"I was drunk last night and fell to the ground." He understated it.

"Drunk?" Jing Jiaren couldn't believe it, "You can drink so well, how could you be drunk?"

Ximen Longting took her hand away and let his bangs fall back.

"How much alcohol have you drunk? Can you get rid of the bad habit of drinking and smashing things when you are unhappy?"

"Okay, I'll change it." He was surprisingly obedient again.

Jing Jiaren was stunned for a moment, but didn't know how to answer.

In the past, he would surely retort, "I drink and smash things without thinking about who is because of it? I am angry because of the water? Jing Jiaren, I was forced by you!"

Jing Jiaren bit her lip and was silent for a while.

The forehead will be hit so hard, and the knee must be hurt too——

Jing Jiaren was about to lift the quilt: "Are there any other injuries?"

"Small wound."

"Let me see!"

Ximen Longting held her hand, and leaned over viciously: "You only show this nervous expression when I'm hurt."

"..."

"Beauty, you sometimes deceive yourself."

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"I even lied to myself." His handsome facial features carried a stern look.

There was a knock at the door, and finally the doctor came.

Jing Jiaren was suffocated by the oppressive atmosphere in the room: "The doctor is here."

Wilson didn't know when to go out, which would come in with the doctor.

"The young master had an electronic gastroscope examination when he came back last night, so there is no need for another examination."

"What about the results of the inspection?"

"I'll bring the test results in a while, let the doctor check it for Miss Jing first."

"Check it out for me?" Jing Jiaren frowned.

"Miss Jing has been running around for the past few days. For the health of the fetus, it is best to have a daily checkup." Wilson glanced at Ximen Longting, "This is the order of the young master. From tomorrow onwards, we will provide you with a servant who is skilled in medicine. Serve you until the baby is healthy."

A doctor wearing a mask came over and insisted on examining Jing Jiaren.

"Miss Jing, please lie flat on the bed for easy inspection."

"I'm fine-"

The next second, her arm was pulled, and Ximen Longting pulled her onto the bed with force.

His body moved over to make room for her, and he stuffed another big pillow over.

"I originally went to the doctor to examine you, why did it become me?"

"Concentrate on checking." Ximen Longting clasped her shoulders to prevent her from moving casually.