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

"It's unnecessary..." Ximen Longting refused, "I can take good care of my things."

"You promise? If there is a fire... accidentally burn everything, you will regret it later."

"Jing Jiaren!" Ximen Longting was annoyed, "Can't you say something nice?"

"I call it preventive measures."

"The example of the crow's mouth."

"Whatever you say, I'll be buried here, so I'll be at ease!" Jing Jiaren closed the big iron box, "Coolie, hurry up and dig."

"Master, let me come." Wilson picked up the shovel and was about to dig a hole.

Ximen Longting glanced coldly: "I'll do it."

He took off his sapphire blue coat and threw it to Jing Jiaren, digging a hole at the location she designated.

Jing Jiaren looked around, um, there is a big banyan tree here...it is the logo of this island, she will not remember it wrong.

Seeing Ximen Longting's hard work, she smiled, "Are you tired?"

"Wipe my sweat."

Jing Jiaren wiped his forehead for him.

"Tickle my itch."

"Tickle?"

"Back!" he said darkly, "I have dirty hands.

"Okay, I'll scratch it for you..." Jing Jiaren lifted the clothes on his back, "Where? Here or here..."

"Well, this location."

Jing Jiaren scratched: "Why do I really have the feeling that I am living an old age in advance?"

That's how old couples are, take care of each other and do what they can.

"That's enough, Jing Jiaren, it's time to cut your nails." He shook his back, "I'll cut it for you!"

"I'm treated really well..."

Jing Jiaren felt inexplicably sad, and suddenly hugged him from behind, holding him tightly: "Ximen Longting, I really like you..."

Her voice was a little choked, she must be so happy.

Ximen Longting's back was slightly stiff, and his voice was suffocated: "Go away, how can you work with me in your arms?"

"It's okay, you can dig if I hug you...I'm going to hug you."

Ximen Longting didn't speak, just digging the soil silently.

The sun leaked from the gaps in the trees, shining warmly...

Wilson felt very tender watching this scene.

Suddenly, Ximen Longting turned his head, pinched Jing Jiaren with his dirty hands and asked for kisses, and the scene immediately changed from warm to exciting.

Wilson walked away in silence.

"Hmm...you have mud on your hands..."

"It's you who insisted on hugging me, you provoked me!" He hugged her aggressively, "Do you want to be here? Also keep some special memories? Huh?"

The hoarse voice moved her, she turned her face away: "No, I don't like being outside..."

"I like it." His hoarse voice was even more seductive.

Jing Jiaren held his head: "You..."

The next voice was sealed by his lips again.

The time is very quiet, occasionally being blown by the wind and rustling the leaves.

They were lying on the tender grass next to the banyan tree. The roots of the huge banyan tree were twisted and twisted. There was a fragrance of flowers, sunlight, and the sound of every undulation of the sea.

Jing Jiaren is greedy for everything, breathing hard...

The years are quiet, let time stop like this.

However, Wilson's hesitant voice sounded in the distance: "Master, I just received news from Ji's house..."

Ximen Longting straightened Jing Jiaren's messy hair with one hand, displeased: "Didn't you see I'm busy? If you have anything to say, you can say it."

He glanced at Jing Jiaren indifferently, and immediately became full of warmth.

She was lying in his arms, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were shining...