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

Getting ready for everything, Jing Jiaren looked out from the terrace, and when no one was looking, she quickly turned over the terrace and jumped over.

Open the patio door...

The space with the same layout and arrangement as her room is displayed.

It's just that the room has not yet been cleaned, it is very messy, the floor is full of beer cans, there are cigarette butts on the coffee table, and there are even beer bottles on the bed.

A pungent breath made her frown——

I have known Shang Yanxuan for so long, he has always been a clean and tidy person, how could he let his living place be so dirty?

She bit her lip, and her heart began to tingle slightly again...

Is his change all because of her?

Clenching her fists, not allowing herself to think about it, she quickly left the room.

With the chef's clothes as cover, and Jing Jiaren turned her back to the bodyguards as soon as she went out, she escaped successfully.

When she got to the elevator, the waiter was here to meet her.

She took off her hat, took off her clothes, and handed it to the waiter: "He has arrived?"

"Yes, Mr. Liu is already waiting for you."

Liu Chen held a large bouquet of fragrant flowers and waited nervously.

Hearing that the door of the box was opened, he immediately took a few strides with flowers in his hands, and was startled when he saw the woman coming in.

Jing Jia's temperament is elegant and graceful, her eyes are like the clearest night sky, shining with star-like brilliance.

For a moment, he stood in the same place with Hua in his arms, unable to move.

Seeing his straight stare, even the waiter couldn't help laughing, he looked like he was beaten stupid.

Jing Jiaren walked up to him calmly, "Mr. Liu, hello."

"You, hello... don't you know your last name?" Liu Chen has also seen the world, and he is articulate and eloquent in interviews, but Jing Jiaren has a queen-like aura all over her body, which makes him feel cramped .Those bright eyes made him more flustered than the lens.

Jing Jiaren smiled leisurely: "Jing Tutu."

"Miss Jing, what a beautiful name."

Jing Jiaren walked to the dining table and sat down. It took him dozens of seconds to react, and he handed over the bouquet of flowers.

"Lavender, a very special flower."

Most men send roses at this time.

Liu Chen smiled nervously: "I don't know if Miss Jing likes it or not?"

"I like it very much, thank you." Jing Jiaren took it in her hand and sniffed it lightly. The clusters of purple are not as tacky as red roses, and more in line with her temperament.

Liu Chen smiled happily and was affirmed. He slowly regained his usual self-confidence: "I was picking and choosing in the flower shop, and I felt that only the glamorousness of lavender is the most suitable for your temperament. Moreover, its flower language is also suitable for me. State - waiting for the miracle of love."

Jing Jiaren looked at him with a smile. Although Liu Chen looked very ordinary, he was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and his whole body was full of the aura that only successful people would exude.

I don't like it at a glance, and I don't particularly dislike it.

Ximen Longting was sitting near the window in the first class cabin, with a condensed face, scribbling and drawing on the white hand-painted board.

His slender body leaned against the back of the blue chair, and the corners of his flirtatious mouth raised an unpredictable smile from time to time.

Wilson was very strange, since he got on the plane, he didn't know what he was drawing?

Besides, the young master who was laughing like this looked very weird.

Suddenly, Ximen Longting handed over the drawing board——

Wilson was taken aback, and took it in his hand, only to realize that it was Jing Jiaren's sketch.