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

Body proportions, looks, temperament...

It's not very similar, but at first glance, it's that taste.

Moreover, it was the youthful style of the three-year prospect...

And now, even if her face is back to normal, she is still a mother, and her figure has changed from youthful to sexy.

This is a process that a woman must go through, and she can't go back to the way she was when she met Ximen Longting.

But the girl in front of her has straight legs and exudes a faint temperament. It seems that she is still young and young.

As for the only downside-

It's just that Jing Jiaren's arrogance and stubbornness are missing.

But what Ximen Longting hates most now is the proud and stubborn woman, right?

Jing Jiaren's eyes froze, as if the girl was an open book, allowing her to see Ximen Longting's current thoughts.

His choice depends on his mind...

"Who is she?" Jing Jiaren found her voice after a while, "Your new love?"

Ximen Longting naturally hugged the girl in his arms.

He is very tall, but the girl is only about 1 meters, and she looks petite in his arms.

"Are you angry... or do you really think so?"

Jing Jiaren's voice was quiet.

"You think I have to do it with you?" Ximen Longting's smile was rampant in the night, with a hint of vengeance.

Jing Jiaren asked repeatedly: "I ask, are you doing this out of anger with me, or do you really think she is good?"

"What's wrong with her?" Ximen Longting pursed his lips, "She is a virgin, she has never had a child, her relationship history is blank, she is well-behaved and sensible, and she listens to me."

"..."

"Where did she lose to you?"

Every word is stabbed with a knife.

There are as many young girls in the world as there are Cokes on the container, it doesn't matter if you drink it or not...

What's more, Jing Jiaren is almost past the expiration date.

"Didn't you come here just to take the blame for yourself?" Ximen Longting stared at her sharply.

It was surprising that she would take the initiative to come to him.

Jing Jiaren took a breath: "I said that day... I have a present for you for Christmas."

"..."

"I knit a sweater," she said with a pale smile, "but I don't have time to knit the sleeves because of time constraints."

Ximen Longting's eyes were gloomy.

Both of them have a tacit understanding of the meaning of this sweater...

"And I also promised to knit sweaters for you, have you forgotten?" Jing Jiaren tried to sound relaxed and happy, "I just wonder if you, who are used to wearing famous brands, will like my hand-knitted sweaters. "

He could keep the sleeves he wove for so long.

"Farewell ceremony?" Ximen Longting's eyes were intense as if he wanted to eat people, "You think you can repay me by sending you a torn sweater? Can you just get out of here?"

He hadn't forgotten that she had said she would leave after Christmas.

He never forgot—

"no……"

"Aren't you waiting for me to keep you?" He interrupted her, his mocking smile was particularly hurtful, "Forget it, I'm already tired of your escape tricks!"

"..."

"You are not a star, no one will revolve around you forever." After a pause, Ximen Longting added, "Without me holding it in your hand, you are just a fallen stone."

"So, you're telling me not to be too self-righteous?" Jing Jiaren's head was dizzy, but she stood firm, "You're mistaken, I didn't come here tonight to find a sense of presence."