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

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At the same time, the door opened, and a dignified and noble man walked in from the opened door.

Ximen Longting was wearing a coat in his hand, with a cold expression on his face.

Jing Jiaren clutched her phone silently, without looking up, sensing his cold air moving in front of her.

"Woman, you are so brave."

Jing Jiaren felt that he was going to sit down, so she stood up immediately.

Ximen Longting became even angrier when he watched her avoid him, as if he was a snake.

The big palm grabbed her arm and pulled him firmly into his arms.

"You are the only one who dares to tease me like this!" A fragrant breath came out of his mouth.

He drank?

Jing Jiaren looked up in astonishment, and found that he had drunk a lot, because there was a hazy drunkenness on his face.

"Say, how should I punish you?"

His red eyes glared at her sullenly.

Jing Jiaren resisted his touch, tensed up, and pushed his hand...

"let me go."

"I warned you that the consequences of pissing me off—"

If it was his usual disposition, this woman would no longer appear in his sight, or she would be dragged out to give to the group of bodyguards, or thrown directly into the sea to be fed.

But this woman made him reluctant to even give her a slap in the face.

He was annoyed all day alone, and his heart implied that he was annoyed...

What makes him angry is how he can let women other than [Jing Jiaren] do whatever they want in his world.

"What do you think you are?" He suddenly grabbed her struggling hand, wanting to break her hand, "How do you deserve to take her place?"

"..."

"Or, you are her."

It seems that reality and illusion are intertwined in his world...

Ximen Longting inhaled her fragrance recklessly, becoming more and more confused.

"beautiful woman."

With a low and mellow voice, Jing Jiaren's body tensed up.

A soft voice rang out: "Did you come back...Jing Jiaren!"

That voice contained expectations that had been suppressed for many years, and he held her tightly with both hands, as if he was afraid that she would leave if he let go.

The tight embrace almost broke her body!

Jing Jiaren couldn't breathe, only heard his hoarse voice calling her: "I miss you."

Grinding his heart like gravel, he said he missed her.

Jing Jiaren's heart trembled, her eyes were red.

I almost couldn't help crying.

She thought that time had made him forget that she had become the past in his heart...

Ximen Longting shouted frantically: "I miss you—"

"Sir, you're drunk..." She struggled to inhale, "I'm not your beauty...not..."

"Do you know why I've been alive?" He curled up one lip in shame.

Jing Jiaren felt a huge pain in her chest, and shook her head vigorously: "I don't know, and I don't want to know either!"

Can't break free from that shackle-like embrace.

Ximen Longting has a good capacity for alcohol, he seldom gets drunk...unless he wants to get himself drunk, otherwise he can't get drunk.

So, what happened today that made him get himself drunk? !

Ximen Longting suddenly picked her up and walked towards the sofa with slightly unsteady steps.

Throwing her on the sofa, he squinted his stern eyes and looked down at her——

"Bitch, do you think you can compare with her?"

Jing Jiaren frowned: "..."

The next moment, his eyes were full of warmth again: "beauty, I miss you."

Jing Jiaren's heart is like a turbulent boat in the sea, ready to be overturned by the waves at any time...