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

Jing Jiaren lowered her eyelids: "I will stay with him until he fully recovers before leaving. He will be fine then."

Wilson nodded: "I'll have to trouble Miss Jing for a while."

"What did you say? This is what I should do... But you, thank you for sticking to him. His personality is very bad." Jing Jiaren was always puzzled, "Ordinary people can't stand his temper. How can you stand him being furious at you all the time?"

It is also a blessing for Ximen Longting to have such a loyal subordinate.

Wilson replied faithfully: "I was entrusted by my ex-wife."

"Ximen Longting's mother?"

"Yes……"

Jing Jia raised her eyebrows, Ximen Longting never mentioned anything about his mother.Maybe she cared too little about his affairs?

While waiting, Jing Jiaren was reading "Nurses' Basic Nursing Knowledge"...

Slowly, the restless heart calmed down.

Regardless of whether Ximen Longting's stomach cancer can be successfully cured or not, she will accompany him to the last stage.

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Ximen Longting's operation was very successful...

Of course, gastrectomy is basically not life-threatening, it mainly depends on the postoperative conditioning.

When Ximen Longting was pushed out, his eyes were open, and there was fine sweat on his forehead.

"Jing Jiaren!"

"I'm here..." Jing Jiaren pushed aside the nurse, immediately surrounded the stretcher, and held his hand tightly, "Why are you awake and not under anesthesia?"

He raised his lips coldly: "It's all your fault."

"Blame me?"

"I'm afraid of anesthesia. I can't wake up from sleep. If I can't see you, wouldn't you cry blind?" He stared at her angrily.

Jing Jiaren's heart trembled, any operation has a 1% risk of accident, there is no way to avoid it...

Just because of her worry, he actually went through the operation without anesthesia.

"You are a fool! Doesn't it hurt!?"

"What is this little injury..." Ximen Longting curled his lower lip, "Seeing you cry is worse than cutting off half of my stomach."

Jing Jiaren: "..."

"Don't cry, understand?" He stretched out a hand and rubbed the corner of her eyes.

"Understood, you just finished the operation and don't talk, take a good rest?"

She accompanied him as the stretcher was pushed back to the hospital.

Ximen Longting's face was pale, and Jing Jiaren couldn't see him in pain, so she asked the doctor to give him a painkiller injection.

"What's the use of painkillers?" He squeezed her hand, "It's better to kiss me to relieve the pain."

"Master, I have bought everything you want." Wilson interrupted untimely, "Choose one that you are satisfied with?"

Jing Jiaren turned her head and saw the bodyguard coming in pushing a shelf.

There are all kinds of masks on it, all covering the whole face, covering even the mouth and chin.

"Ximen Longting, what are you buying the mask for?"

Wilson coughed: "The young master is afraid that the gastric tube will affect his image, so he wears a mask during this period."

Is this what he meant by "countermeasures"?

"Jing Jiaren, pick one you like." He lay on the bed and stared at her.

"I don't like these, I just like looking at your face?"

"Choose." There was no room for negotiation.

"I really don't like these cold masks." Jing Jiaren looked at the shelves, all of which were very delicate masks.

There are silver ones, gold ones, feather ones, sequined ones...