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

Jing Jiaren looked at Ximen Longting in the mirror, and looked at him carefully, remembering the first time I saw him in an oil painting, his hair was jet black, and later I saw him chestnut, brown, and now he is brown ...

"What's your original hair color?" Jing Jiaren asked.

"..."

"I want to know more about you." Jing Jiaren explained, "What's your height? What's your weight?"

She only knows that he is 1.8 meters tall.

Ximen Longting stared at Jing Jiaren in the mirror with cold eyes.

She fiddled with his hair with one hand, and shook the hair dryer with the other, with a heavy sadness on her face.

"Ximen Longting, write down all your basic information and show me." She demanded.

Ximen Longting's voice was slightly hoarse: "I don't know."

"Then I want to know what to do?"

"Jing Jiaren!" He growled in displeasure, "Now you want to know what's the point?"

has no meaning……

Jing Jiaren's fingers turned white, and there was a clear water in her eyes, as if she could not help but drop them at any moment.

"I just want to know the only man I love—everything about him. I want to know everything about him." Jing Jiaren's nose suddenly started to clog, "I know it's a bit late to say this now."

The hair dryer is blowing hot air...

Her heart is also hot: "No one can go back to the past and start again, but anyone can start from now and write a completely different ending."

"..."

"Ximen Longting, let's start over, shall we?"

"Not good." He said coldly and unfeelingly, "I have given you countless opportunities. You will not have another chance."

"It doesn't matter, opportunities are reserved for those who strive for them." Jing Jiaren said stubbornly, "I will show you my sincerity."

With dark eyes, Ximen Longting unconsciously turned the ring on his hand.

The heart seemed to be gouged by an awl.

Damn, he has never been so helpless to a woman.

Jing Jiaren helped him blow-dry his hair, and opened the closet to help him choose clothes and ties...

Seeing this little woman busying herself with him, Ximen Longting's gaze deepened.

He knew that she was planning to send him to the hospital——

Jing Jiaren put on his shirt and buttoned it one by one: "Ximen Longting, what is your wish?"

This is definitely the day she talked the most in history, and he was extremely silent.

"Let me accompany you to realize it?"

She worked hard to mobilize his enthusiasm for wanting to live.

"By the way, do you like boys or girls?" Jing Jiaren looked up at him, knowing that the child who died young was the pain in each other's hearts.

As expected, Ximen Longting's complexion changed drastically, and he squeezed her chin cruelly: "Mrs. Leng, don't tell me you want to give me a baby?"

"As long as we can live that long, there is nothing wrong with it."

"...It's a pity that I'm not interested in other people's used toys." He stared at her coldly, "I'm very disgusted with second-hand goods!"

Jing Jiaren stared at him: "I have never had a relationship with Leng Lintian."

"Artificial insemination-putting other men's sperm into your body to conceive life, isn't there an indirect relationship?"

Jing Jiaren bit her lower lip, her eyes were a little blank...

"When your illness is cured, you have a chance to choose again, and then you don't need me!"