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

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Jing Jiaren dreamed of a mini version of Ximen Longting in her dream.

He huddled in a corner and wept:

【Mom, mom... have you forgotten about SUN... Mom...】

Her big, tearful eyes kept flickering, ready to cry.

Jing Jiaren was raving: "SUN...SUN..."

Ximen Longting held Jing Jiaren's hand and leaned closer to hear her calling her son's name.

Immediately felt uncomfortable...

Although she didn't find a substitute, isn't SUN just a smaller version of Ximen Longting?

After all these years, she is still living with other men!

Now even in a coma I am calling my son's name!

"Master, do you want to pick up the young master now?" Wilson asked respectfully from the side, "Tonight is Christmas, it would be too lonely to leave the young master alone."

Ximen Longting's vinegar jar was also overturned: "Look at what time it is!"

"..."

"It's so late, he should be asleep!"

"..." Wilson, "Then I will send someone to pick him up early tomorrow morning?"

"Wait until she wakes up."

……

Early in the morning, Jing Jiaren was so scratched by SUN's crying sound that she couldn't sleep well at all, and she woke up at dawn.

Blinking his eyes, he saw the tall figure with his back turned to him, and a huge steam was coming out.

Jing Jiaren thought it was on fire, so she opened her eyes wide...

Ximen Longting was ironing a sweater back and forth with a steam iron.

It was a sweater hand-knitted by Jing Jiaren.

After Ximen Longting fell into the water last night, his sweater was wet.

He doesn't allow anyone to touch the sweater, so he does all the drying.

Seeing his busy and focused appearance, Jing Jiaren felt a warm current in her heart.

He held the iron very badly, and his ironing technique was unfamiliar.More importantly, doesn't he know that he needs to change the special brush head for ironing sweaters?

"Cough cough cough..."

Her throat was itchy and she couldn't help coughing a few times.

Ximen Longting turned around, saw that she was awake, and immediately turned off the steam iron.

"How did you wake up, who allowed you to wake up!?"

It's still so early.

"Son..." Jing Jiaren said with a dry voice, "I dreamed that my son was forgotten by us, alone... I promised him last night that I would spend Christmas with him. My mobile phone..."

"The phone is in the car." Ximen Longting rolled his eyes darkly.

"...I'm really not a competent mother, I actually forgot my son..."

Ximen Longting listened to her son on the left and son on the right, an unknown fire rose!

Thinking of her calling her son for a night when she was in a coma, it made her feel even more uncomfortable!

"Why don't you care about me?"

"You?" Jing Jiaren looked at him palely, "Aren't you by my side?"

"My injury, I was so worried last night that you couldn't sleep well." Ximen Longting pointed at his head, "5 cm wound."

Jing Jiaren couldn't help laughing softly...

Is this Ximen Longting?He didn't even frown for a knife wound of more than ten centimeters.A bullet was shot in the abdomen, and he was almost in danger, so he didn't grunt.

Early in the morning, in order to compete with his son for favor, he took out the 5 cm wound to gain sympathy.

"What are you laughing at?" Ximen Longting stared at her with sinister eyes.

"Then let me see your injury... Did the doctor treat it for you?" Jing Jiaren looked concerned.

"Hypothetical."

"What happened to you so early in the morning?"

"You didn't have me in your dream last night!"