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

Sure enough, Ximen Longting had no intention of leaving at all. He took off his coat and hung it on the hanger, and sat down on the sofa indifferently.

On the coffee table was his briefcase, which was left by the bodyguard when he came in.

Jing Jiaren didn't pay attention at first, and then saw him open the bag and take out an ultra-thin notebook from it.

Jing Jia was stunned, did he mean to stay here for a long time?

Plug in the power and turn it on.

"Sir, do you want to work here?"

"Otherwise," he didn't look up, "I didn't mind doing something else with you."

"..."

"However, until your stomach recovers, don't come closer than five meters away from me."

"..." Jing Jiaren, "In that case, why don't you go back to your villa?"

"I can go wherever I like, do you have an opinion?"

Of course Jing Jiaren has opinions, but what can she do?Ximen Longting is a hooligan. Whatever he wants, the more he argues with him, the more useless he will be.

She doesn't care if Ximen Longting stays here, but her baby SUN, wearing this panda costume, has been sitting——

It's not boring, but the body is dead.

Jing Jiaren thought for a while, then went to the study and took out a collection of stories.

"You work, I read my storybook, doesn't it affect you?"

"..."

Jing Jiaren began to read: ""The Little Girl and Death"."

(Actually, there is no children's storybook in this apartment, so Jing Jiaren just took a book and pretended it was in her mind, and told it to SUN.)

[One day, a little girl was doing her homework, when death came.

'Little girl, time is up, come with me. '

'Wait a minute,' said the little girl, 'I have to finish my homework first. ']

Ximen Longting said coldly: "Noise."

"If you think it's noisy, you can go to the study and close the door."

"..."

"I think stories have a bad habit, that is, I like to read them out!"

Ximen Longting: "..."

"Since you won't leave, I'll continue reading." Jing Jiaren cleared her throat, deliberately louder!

【Reaper thought about it, and felt that the little girl's last wish should be fulfilled, and let her finish her homework.

The little girl looked old and tired looking at the god of death, and she was still carrying a scythe. It must be very hard work, so let him sit on her bed and continue to work hard: 5×8=40……3×6=16.

'Wrong,' Reaper reminded softly, 'equal to 18. '

'How much is 6×7 equal to? ' asked the girl, 'I always forget this. '

'42. '

'Yes - what about 9×8?We haven't learned this yet. '

'You learned it tomorrow, come and tell me. ’ From the other side of the corridor, came the voice of Death, ‘Tomorrow, you really want to leave with me. ']

Speaking of this, Jing Jiaren stopped talking, because she found that Ximen Longting was staring at her with thoughtful eyes.

Of course, Jing Jiaren didn't realize that the way she read the story just now carried a special warmth...

Just like the former [Jing Jiaren] caressing the baby in her belly, she exudes the light of a loving mother from the inside out.

"Later?" he asked in a low voice.

Jing Jiaren did not expect Ximen Longting to be interested in a children's story:

"At the same time the next day, the god of death came, and the little girl told him that 9×8 equals 72. But the teacher left her a new homework, which was due tomorrow. The god of death had to help her do the homework again."

"ending?"