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

Early the next morning, Jing Jiaren got up to make soup.

Regardless of whether Ximen Longting is willing to treat his illness, giving him diet therapy can at least delay the deterioration of his condition.

She followed the recipes in the book. She knew that Ximen Longting wouldn't eat the ones made by others, but he would eat the ones she made.

[I want to go out in the afternoon to buy something. 】

Jing Jiaren wants to buy a pair of shoes for Ximen Longting.

Soon, the servant came over and asked Jing Jiaren: "Miss Jing, what do you want to buy, just give us the list."

Jing Jiaren picked up her phone: [It's some private items, I want to buy them myself. 】

Immediately afterwards, another servant came over and said:

"It's fine to go out for a walk, but it's only a little over two hours, and the young master will send someone to protect your safety the whole time."

It is said to be protection, but it is actually to prevent her from going to France.

Jing Jiaren sent another message: [The soup is ready, I'll bring it to you, remember to drink it. 】

Ji Ziang was driving the car, and Ximen Longting's order came again from the Bluetooth headset on his left ear.

He knocked on the steering wheel coldly: "Don't let me keep sending messages for such a trivial matter early in the morning?"

"..." cold air.

"Since you have ignored her, wouldn't it be more convenient to reply a message?"

"..." Cold and murderous.

"Okay, I'll tell the servant right now."

Ji Ziang didn't expect that the dignified young master Ximen would be so childish when he fell in love——

Soon, the third servant ran over and said to Jing Jiaren: "No need, you don't need to ask him about his diet, he won't eat what you cook."

Jing Jiaren froze when she was serving the soup.

She took out her phone and sent another message: [Unless you hire a professional chef to cook your diet, I will be responsible for your three meals a day from now on.Whether I do it or not is up to me, and whether you eat or not is up to you! 】

at lunch time.

Jing Jiaren's mobile phone received a MMS message without half a word...

It was a table of sumptuous therapeutic dishes, and there was a hand on the stone table. Although she couldn't see the owner's long, slender hands with well-defined knuckles, she recognized Ximen Longting at a glance.He took off his watch and replaced the ring on his ring finger with a diamond ring.

Jing Jia choked, and enlarged the photo.

That ring looked like a wedding ring...

Jing Jiaren pursed her lips. He must have worn it on purpose to anger her. He is so naive!

Jing Jiaren picked up her phone and sent a text message:

[When you are free, measure your shoulder width, arm length, bust... I want to make you a warm sweater. 】

Again, this message went nowhere.

Jing Jiaren waited for half an hour to make sure that he would not reply to her, and packed all the dishes into the insulated box.

The servant shook his head and said, "The young master has said that you don't need to give him the dishes you cook anymore, and he won't help pass them on."

Jing Jiaren's fingers clenched.

Obviously, Ximen Longting told Ji Ziang to do this.

"By the way, the young master also said that since you are pregnant, pay more attention to your body and rest more. Don't keep smoking in the kitchen and stand for too long."

Jing Jiaren's hands were stiff.

Forget it, although Ximen Longting refused the food she cooked, but he hired a dietician, and the dishes he cooked were more professional than hers...

This is indirectly forcing him to nourish his stomach.

Thinking of this, Jing Jiaren sent another message:

[You can send me pictures like this for every meal in the future, and it must be timed.Missing a meal means you want to hire me as your dietary doctor. 】