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

Tomorrow...is bound to be an extremely uneven day...

The next day.

Jing Jiaren entered the kitchen early in the morning. She could only use her right hand and couldn't do much.

So I simply made spaghetti, squeezed out a little girl with butter on the noodles, and put a small daisy flower in her hand, as if holding a flower and apologizing.Next to it is written SORRY with sauce...

Decorate with some vegetables and fruits to make the breakfast plate beautiful.

Look at the time, it's still early, but breakfast is ready...

Ximen Longting usually gets up early.

Jing Jiaren returned to the master bedroom and quietly opened the door. There was no one on the big bed, and the quilt was neatly folded. Obviously no one slept last night.

Jing Jiaren frowned slightly, isn't he here?

Just as she was about to turn around and leave, she smelled alcohol in the air.

Beside the floor-to-ceiling windows, French-style chairs have extremely high backs, with their backs facing the door, and high-end empty wine bottles are placed on the coffee table next to them.

The crystal ashtray was full of cigarette butts, and the lighter was also placed on the coffee table.

Jing Jiaren went up and put the spaghetti on the coffee table: "What, you haven't slept all night?"

"..."

"I made you spaghetti, your favorite flavor." Jing Jiaren went around to the front of the chair, the space was very narrow, and her back was pressed against the floor-standing bed.

Ximen Longting was lazily sitting leaning against a chair, his skirts were undone, and his jewel eyes were scarlet.

Having not slept all night, his spirits looked poor.

"Why do you always like to make things difficult for yourself?"

"..."

"I made you breakfast and put it here, do you want to eat?"

Ximen Longting's eyes passed her, and he didn't look at him.

Jing Jiaren thought for a while: "I'll make you a glass of milk, after you drink it, can you sleep well?"

Ximen Longting didn't speak.

Jing Jiaren frowned, stared at him for a while, and had no choice but to go out.

She made a glass of milk, put a layer of milk foam on it, and sprinkled a layer of coffee foam with a mould.

The froth is printed on the milk cup, which is the subtitle of "I (heart-shaped) Y".

She also came across this mold by chance a few days ago... There are also those in the shape of the Tokyo Tower and the shape of HELLO KITT. At that time, she also made a cup of cappuccino for her son with a bunny printed on it.

Back in the master bedroom, Ximen Longting still sat in that position and did not leave.

And the spaghetti was left where it was, not a single bite was touched.

Jing Jiaren breathed a sigh of relief——

She originally thought that Ximen Longting would turn his face down and leave in a rage.But he did nothing.

Jing Jiaren walked over and carefully put the milk on the table so as not to mess up the subtitles on it.

"Hurry up and eat breakfast, drink the milk, and go to bed." Jing Jiaren said in a soft voice as much as possible, "The noodles are going to be cold..."

Ximen Longting acted as if she did not exist.

"You know, it's not convenient for me to cook breakfast now." Jing Jiaren's forehead was sweating.

In order to bring things over, she spent a lot of effort...

Because her hands were shaking all the time, she was afraid that she would not be able to spill it halfway.Asking the servant to bring it over seemed insincere.

"Did you see, I made some tricks on the pasta... When you drink the milk, look at it too, there is a little surprise on it." Jing Jiaren paused, "There is a limit to being angry, I only give you one day, wait After you sleep and wake up, you are not allowed to be angry with me?"

Jing Jiaren put her hand on his hand resting on the armrest.