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

Ximen Longting's eyes flashed coldly.

Jing Jiaren knew what he hated, so she wanted to use these words to stimulate him, so that he would not be attached to her and would not let her go.

"If you pay me, I'll take the initiative." Her frivolous fingers stroked his cheek.

Didn't he always dislike women who come to his door?

He likes the feeling of conquering, but she doesn't need him to conquer, and she takes the initiative to surrender.

There was a haze on Ximen Longting's face: "You take the initiative?"

"Yeah, you are just full and your stomach is not feeling well. I am on top and you are on the bottom."

Jing Jiaren smiled lightly, "I will serve you with all my heart."

His voice vibrated in his voice: "Are you really a prostitute?"

"If you don't like it, we will only talk about love, not make love~ love!"

"How much do you want?"

Jing Jiaren took Ximen Longting's hand and put it on her plump body: "How much do you think I'm worth?"

"Not worth a penny."

"Don't be so stingy, right? You can afford a house like this, with so many servants...I don't believe you are stingy."

Let him think she is a money-grubbing woman!

She remembered that he hated powerful gold diggers!

He once said that anyone would bow down under his power, except her...

"You can't afford it even if you give too little money?"

Ximen Longting threw away her hand in disgust.

Just as he turned to leave, he grabbed her waist and pressed her hard into his body.

Damn!

He used to hate this kind of woman the most, and he never lacked such a woman, as long as he hooked his fingers, he would go on and on.

The woman in front of him is just like Jing Jiaren, but he easily arouses desire!

"Check or cash?"

Jing Jiaren hesitated for a moment: "Cash."

Take it away, clean and tidy.

It happened that she was short of money—and to Ximen Longting, asking him how much he wanted was a drop in the bucket.

Think of it as a father's living expenses for his son!

"How much do you want?"

"You give me a price, I really want to know how much I am worth in your eyes."

"100."

"What did you say?" Jing Jiaren stared at him in slight astonishment.

Ximen Longting raised his evil lips: "Too much?"

"...I'm only worth 100 million?"

Seeing Ximen Longting looking at her with weird eyes—ordinary people, 100 million is not a small amount.

What's more, playing with a married woman is already a taboo for Ximen Longting. He used to be so clean that he only played with virgins.

But when he entered her for the first time, he felt that she was not good, and he became annoyed.

When he heard her say that she was married, he wanted to strangle her...

"A second-hand item, how much do you think it's worth?"

"100 million, I think it's a lot," Jing Jiaren laughed, "Maybe I've never seen so much money in my life. Boss, you are so generous to me."

"..."

Ximen Longting's eyes glanced at frivolity leisurely, let go of her coldly, walked to the service bell with a few strides, and coldly picked up the internal line.

Jing Jiaren wiped off the remaining cream on her face with a tissue, the greasy feeling was very uncomfortable...

Soon, a bodyguard put the prepared money on the coffee table.

The small box of gold leaf was opened, and inside was the cash deposited at the first base.

Ximen Longting picked up a stack and raised it in his hand: "There are 250 million here."

Jing Jiaren only felt a burning pain in her cheek!

A wad of money fanned her face, and it spread out in an instant, flying everywhere in the sky.