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

Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows: "How about I go up again? Huh?"

"I guess you have no room for improvement..." Jing Jiaren rubbed her chin and deliberately discussed, "After 30, you will gradually go downhill."

Ximen Longting: "..."

"However, your future son may be younger than Lan and better than Lan."

Ximen Longting: "..."

"By the way, I dreamed about our son last night. He was about two or three years old, white and tender, and he was taking a bath with a towel." Jing Jiaren smiled and narrowed her eyes, "Do you know what he looks like? ?”

Ximen Longting: "..."

"A shrunken version exactly like you, with red eyes, and facial features that look so beautiful... But it's much cuter than you!"

Ximen Longting finally couldn't take it anymore: "Are you reminding me that the boy in the future will be better than me?"

"It's hard to say, with my genes..."

"Jing Jiaren," Ximen Longting said angrily, "You will never have a son, let alone a son who is more handsome than me!"

The roar of thunder was talking about such a funny content, and the nearby servants couldn't help sniggering.

Ximen Longting continued to shout unknowingly: "I am unique and out of print, you understand?"

Jing Jiaren: "Well, this..."

"Cherish it, there is only one me in this world!"

"Then what if I accidentally got a second mini version of you?" Jing Jiaren couldn't get rid of the cute baby Ximen.

Ximen Long's thunderous voice rang out: "I will strangle to death in the cradle."

"You're too bloody, tiger poison doesn't even eat babies..."

"I'm more poisonous than a tiger, okay?!"

"No! Ximen Longting, think about it clearly, that's our son, it's ours!"

"I only recognize my daughter."

Jing Jiaren still wanted to argue, so she opened and closed her mouth a few times, forget it.She was leaving soon, not to mention her son, who didn't even have a single sperm.

Ximen Longting pulled off the bow tie forcefully, still struggling with Jing Jiaren's words just now: "Woman, you remember clearly, if it's my son, I will be merciless and deny it!"

Jing Jiaren: "..."

Jing Jiaren: "Okay, let's not bring up this topic anymore, eat noodles, eat noodles."

Ximen Longting picked up his chopsticks and took a big bite from Jing Jiaren's bowl.

With the innate aura of a king, he can eat noodles like a nobleman.

"You haven't finished eating what's in your bowl, why did you pick up what's in my bowl?"

"This is your punishment for talking nonsense." He raised his eyebrows as a warning.

"Ximen Longting, you..." Jing Jiaren smiled amusedly, "You spit all over my noodle bowl."

"If you dare to dislike it, just try it?"

"Even if I hate it, I dare not tell you..." Jing Jiaren stirred the noodles and took a sip, "The taste is really mediocre, not as good as Aunt Zhang's."

Ximen Longting was very proud of himself, he ate so happily.

"It's so unpalatable and you still eat so much."

"It's really unpalatable." He didn't show any affection at all.

"Unfortunately, I can't make better noodles for you..."

She dimmed her eyes and tried her best, thinking that the taste would be good.It turns out that she is still not virtuous enough, that's all she can do.

"Then don't cook anymore, you really don't have the talent to be a servant." He said the key point, "but you can do well in bed."

It turned out that it was because of this that he hit her. He usually likes to praise her.