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

Jing Jiaren glared at him angrily: "Ximen Longting, are you naive!? You always do this old trick."

He raised his eyebrows coldly: "Not childish."

"..." Jing Jiaren, "your body is your own, don't always use it to threaten the people you care about."

Ximen Longting stretched out his hand paranoidly: "Big scissors!"

Soon the servant brought the big scissors.

Jing Jiaren grabbed his sleeve: "What the hell are you trying to do?"

Ximen Longting stood up holding the scissors: "Girl, every wedding dress is uniquely designed by me for you. I hope you like them all. Since you don't like..."

He walked up to the servant with his head held high, and the big scissors cut off a wedding dress.

The scissors seemed to cut Jing Jiaren's heart instead of the wedding dress...

"Master!" The servant felt that it was a pity that the beautiful wedding dress was cut in half in an instant.

Ximen Longting's cuts one by one...

"You're crazy, don't cut it!" Jing Jiaren rushed over and hugged his waist from behind.

Ximen Longting's back froze.

"I hope you are happy."

"..."

"Hope you like it!"

"..."

"I'll destroy what you're not happy with and what you don't like." After a pause, he added, "Even if it's all my hard work."

Ximen Longting, you cunning stinky scorpion...

Jing Jiaren punched him hard on the back twice: "You are making me happy, making me like it!"

"Choose or not?" He asked, grabbing her hand.

"I choose..." Jing Jiaren said softly, "I like and want every wedding dress here. You are not allowed to destroy any of them."

Ximen Longting dropped the scissors, turned around and stared at her: "So greedy, do you want to change so many sets?"

"Can't you?"

"I have no objection, but you are pregnant, so it's inconvenient to change back and forth."

"Then I want it too, I want it too!" She stared at him with red eyes.

It turned out that when she threw the villa to the ground, Ximen Longting's mood was like this...

After all, he thought that the villa was made and given to her by her.

When she saw Ximen Longting destroy those wedding dresses just now, she really felt worse than being cut by a knife!

"Stupid woman, why are you crying?" He held her face in his hands, lowered his head and kissed away a tear that had formed on her eyelashes.

Jing Jiaren's eyelashes trembled slightly, but she just felt overwhelmingly sad ~ wrapped around her, making her speechless.

"Ring, you haven't chosen the style you like." He held her hand, "Go and choose!"

Choose, choose all...

Jing Jiaren knew that no one could stop Ximen Longting.She can only obey.

Nestling in his arms, flipping through the picture album of the ring...

"These are also designed by you, aren't they?"

"Yes."

"You also designed the appearance of the wedding scene?"

"Ah."

"How is it?"

He smiled softly: "You will know then."

Jing Jiaren flipped through the album and asked, "The surrogate is Ji Zihan. Master Ximen arranged a wedding for you. If you want to marry me now, what about the wedding in a few months? Don't be afraid that Master Ximen will chase us down in a fit of anger." ?”

Ximen Longting's tone was suddenly harsh: "For you, I let him go."

Let Master Ximen go, this means...

"Elope." He was full of confidence, "Marry me, our honeymoon trip is elopement."

really.

It seemed that she had to be absent from this wedding and let him down.