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

Ximen Longting looked away indifferently: "If you stay by my side again, you will end up alone, death."

Jing Jiaren stared at him suddenly: "Is it because of my mother?"

"..."

"What kind of deal did you make with Master Ximen?" Jing Jiaren held his face in her hands, turned her around, and made him look at her squarely, "Master Ximen didn't allow us to meet?"

"Miss Jing..." Wilson finally said, "If you come to see the young master, if the master finds out, he will definitely kill you."

really.

So he rejected her because he was worried about his safety?

"Then I've come to see you now, he may know, it's more dangerous for you to drive me away."

"Master probably doesn't know..."

Jing Jiaren stared down at Ximen Longting: "What deal? Is it just that I can't see you?"

"The young master is looking for Master Ximen this time, and the condition is..."

"Shut up," Ximen Longting was as cold as frost, "it's not your turn to speak here."

"Ximen Longting, don't do this!" Jing Jiaren looked back at Wilson, "Go out and bandage your hands with medicine."

Wilson looked at Ximen Longting hesitantly, obviously observing his master's expression.

"roll!"

Wilson saluted: "Master, then I'm going out, call me again if you need anything."

The bodyguards and servants at the door were kneeling and looking inside.

Ximen Longting yelled sharply: "Get out of here!"

Wilson dispersed everyone, and Jing Jia asked the servant to bring in the pasta.

"The noodles are a bit cold, so they may not be that delicious," Jing Jiaren probed into the bowl, and it was still a little warm, "you can eat it now."

Ximen Longting's face was terribly deep.

Jing Jiaren personally brought the spaghetti in front of him: "I'm sorry."

she said softly.

The sorry and heart shapes on the noodles are still there.

Ximen Longting's lips were pale, and he closed his eyes in pain: "Get lost too."

"Ximen Longting, I really will never leave you again."

"..."

"No matter how hard you drive me away, I won't leave." Jing Jiaren took a deep breath, her voice trembling, "I want to pay you back everything I owe you. I want to cook for you and tie sweaters for you , weave scarves, understand your emotions, make you happy, comfort you when you are unhappy... help you realize your wishes!"

Ximen Longting's red eyes were filled with dark pain.

"I'm not afraid of Master Ximen, what I'm afraid of is that you are lonely and sad."

Jing Jiaren knew what she was asking, and Ximen Longting would not answer her.

It's better to wait a while and ask Wilson, he will definitely tell the whole story.

"Ximen Longting, did you hear what I said? I'm not afraid of death at all."

Ximen Longting finally raised his thick eyelashes to stare at her: "I'm afraid."

"You are afraid that I will die, that I will be hurt, that I will be sad and heartbroken, and so am I." Jing Jiaren pulled him up to hold the plate with one hand, "I asked, your stomach can eat this, but you can't after the operation It’s delicious again, and I can only eat some liquid food. So now, cherish it and don’t drink too much to aggravate your condition, okay?”

Ximen Longting didn't speak.

"I feed you!?"

Ximen Longting frowned, as if he had made some decision on his own, with an air of aloofness and alienation.

Jing Jiaren sat beside him, rolled up part of the pasta with chopsticks and fed him...

"How about some food? I don't have many chances to make food for you."