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

Jing Jiaren really couldn't stand steadily, her body was as soft as a puddle of mud, she fell forward and leaned against Ximen Longting's body.

A faint fragrance came...

For more than three years, he had not smelled it on any woman.

Jing Jiaren tried her best to stand up and pushed him away with her hands: "Go! Get out immediately, I beg you..."

Ximen Longting lowered his eyelashes, watching her struggle coldly.

Bags...mobile phones...

Jing Jiaren looked at the bag that fell on the ground, and she knelt down to pick it up.

Her silky hair slipped past his palm, unable to grasp it.

In my heart, suddenly there was a pain that exploded, a long-lost pain...

Ximen Longting frowned in pain.

Different from the pain of missing [Jing Jiaren], this kind of pain is the pain of losing [Jing Jiaren].

He never got her, so why would he lose her...

Jing Jiaren squatted on the ground to pick it up, her body was too weak, she knelt on the ground to support herself.

Her plump buttocks were covered by the skirt, which was not long enough, revealing her black lace panties...

Ximen Longting's throat was hoarse, and his eyes were fixed on her like fire.

Jing Jiaren unzipped the zipper and took out her phone.

Just call Wen Xinnuan or the driver, and she will be saved!

Suddenly a big palm pulled out her arm, she lost her hand and the phone fell to the ground.

"What do you want to do……"

Ximen Longting's arrogance like a leopard's strength brought her to stand up forcefully.

Jing Jiaren fell back into his arms, her high nose bumped into his chest with pain.

Ximen Longting stroked her hair, and couldn't help smelling her breath...

His chin suddenly touched her shoulder, and he sniffed her hard.

Hot breath sprayed on the side of her neck, and Jing Jiaren's body trembled and went numb.

She never thought that one day she could be so close to him.

"Who are you?" He roughly grabbed her hair, "Who sent you here?"

"I don't understand... what are you talking about?"

"Who are you working for!"

"I didn't do anything for anyone...I'm just an ordinary woman..." Jing Jiaren was afraid that the effect of the medicine would make her say the wrong thing, "Sir, I've really taken Chinese medicine, you should be able to tell... just let me go! "

Ximen Longting has been on the battlefield for a long time, so how could he not be able to tell whether she was drugged or not.

However, he thinks she did it on purpose...

Despite this, he was obsessed with the smell on her body.

He breathed again: "What did you wipe?"

Jing Jiaren's heels were unstable, and she was completely supported by his strength: "I don't know, I don't know anything! You go!"

Knowing that he doesn't like "the woman sent up", you play the trick of "rejecting and welcoming" with him?

"Who taught you to play that song?"

"I... I made the song myself..."

"lie!"

In the song, he recognized the style of [Jing Jiaren].

In the past, Jing Jiaren also composed music, and occasionally played it twice for him.

Everyone's music has a special charm, which no one can replace, just like a person's soul...

"Where did you learn it secretly?" He held her hair and asked her to look at him.

Jing Jiaren's eyes were blurred, looking at that handsome face.

"You think you learned it secretly... so be it..."

She couldn't argue, and it didn't make sense.

"Let go of me! Please get out!"

Ximen Longting stared at her coldly, he couldn't indulge in it, no matter how much she smelled like, she was not [Jing Jiaren]!