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

Ximen Long grinned his lips coldly: "I make things so ugly, I'm so incompetent—I don't give up on myself, maybe you will like me?"

"I've said it all, you're doing it for my own good."

"Now let's talk about this - how did you stop me when I was doing your best?!"

"It's not that the thing hasn't happened yet. Of course I tried everything I could to stop you. But in the end, you didn't succeed in stopping it. You did it." Jing Jiaren stared at him with wide eyes. There's no room for regret. If that's the case, what else do I blame you for?"

"..."

"I didn't blame you at the time, I just tried to stop you, but I used the wrong method, I didn't consider your mood, I was wrong. I don't blame you, I never blamed you."

Ximen Long stared at her with red eyes.

Jing Jiaren felt uncomfortable seeing him like this.

Hold his clenched hand tightly: "I'm sorry, I really want to apologize to you. But my personality...you know, I don't know what to do to be a sincere apology."

Ximen Longting's eyes were scarlet.

"I don't want to quarrel with you at all, let alone quarrel with you over meaningless things."

Jing Jiaren's eyes were also a little red, "Fool, you are a big man now, don't always act like a child."

Ximen Longting just looked at her fiercely.

"Put down the wine and give me your hand..." Jing Jiaren took a deep breath, suppressing her emotions, and she was really afraid that she would cry if she continued, "If you encounter problems, you will only use violence to solve them. That's called a reckless man. You A fool who always hurts himself!"

"..."

Jing Jiaren knelt on the ground, held his hand, and examined him carefully.

His hand probably hit something like a mace, and the wound was bloody.

Every time he got angry, it was his hand that suffered.

Jing Jiaren brought the medicine box and turned on the headlights.

The study was very quiet, and the sound of medicine bottles being placed on silver trays could be heard from time to time...

She disinfected him, applied powdered medicine, and bandaged him.

It was a little difficult to do with one hand, but she was serious.

In the end, the bandage was wrapped, but there was no way to tie the bow with one hand: "Ximen Longting, lend me your right hand."

They are facing each other, and their right hands are in opposite directions.

"Hurry up, lend me your right hand!"

Ximen Longting raised his right hand stiffly, and tied the bow with her.

With her big and small hands intertwined, she curled her lower lip: "Okay, it's done!"

Ximen Longting's breath smelled faintly of alcohol: "Why can you still laugh?"

Jing Jiaren said softly, "If I don't laugh, am I still crying?"

His right hand lifted her chin, her face was lifted up, and there was a crystal light shining in her dark eyes.

Ximen Longting stared at her painfully, and his voice was hoarse: "Jing Jiaren, do you know——what did I do!?"

"I know, I know. Wilson has told me."

"I ruined your life!!!"

"It's not as serious as you said... Even if Leng Lintian doesn't inject poison now, his condition will not return to normal in a short time." Jing Jiaren sighed softly, "It wasn't you who ruined it, maybe it was God's will." Bar."

Her eyes were a little sour.

The voice was quiet, "Ximen Longting, I'm not a hard-hearted person, I can see everything you do for me."