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

"Did you ask someone to buy the clothes..." Jing Jiaren touched his with her arm, hoping that he would not be angry.

Ximen Longting: "Yes."

"Don't be like this? I'm really unhappy, you go to the study to look at the materials or something."

Ximen Longting: "I'm very happy."

"..."

At this moment, Leng Lintian in the wheelchair suddenly moved, Jing Jiaren stopped, and only then did he notice the paintings hanging in the corridor.

Pushing Leng Lintian's wheelchair through here every day, he asked to stop and look at the paintings on the wall...

Ximen Longting turned his head sideways and saw the oil painting of [Jing Jiaren].

The proud woman was wearing a long black gauze and lace dress, her coiled hair was adorned with little pearls, her lips were painted red, and she had a flirtatious smile.She sat on a sapphire-blue sofa, her white-sleeved hands folded.

A few strands of hair fell from the forehead, with slight curls, like a queen.

This painting was created by Ximen Longting...

There is no model, he draws by memory and yearning for [Jing Jiaren].

Leng Lintian moved his fingers: "In the past."

Jing Jiaren pushed the wheelchair to the painting.

Every time, he had to look at the painting for a long time before he was willing to leave.

"Ximen Longting, you won't even be jealous of this, are you?" Jing Jiaren saw that Ximen Longting's expression was not good-looking.

"Didn't you say he forgot all about it?"

"Did he forget... I asked him, did he know the person in this portrait? He shook his head."

Leng Lintian looked at the painting with indifferent eyes, but there was something floating in his eyes.

The handsome man's jaw was raised slightly, he was fascinated, as if something was wandering in his mind...

Jing Jiaren said softly to Ximen Longting: "He doesn't know that I'm the same person in the portrait."

Ximen Longting's eyes darkened: "For he has vision."

Even if you lose your memory, you can still appreciate the beauty of [Jing Jiaren].

"What do you mean?" Jing Jiaren stared at him, "You mean, I'm not beautiful right now?"

Ximen Longting put his arms around her waist: "It's also beautiful."

Perfunctory!

Leng Lintian now relies on her at most, but he looks at the portrait with different eyes.

There was so much emotion in his gaze that even Jing Jiaren felt suffocated when he saw her.

The corner of Ximen Longting's mouth curled up wickedly, a plan formed in his mind, sweeping away the gloomy emotions.

He walked away and made a phone call to give some impromptu orders.

The subsequent getting along was fairly harmonious, although Ximen Longting's jealousy would rise up from time to time, and he was jealous of each other.

night.

In order to mobilize Leng Lintian's manual ability, Jing Jiaren taught him how to make cakes.

It is inevitable to teach him to hold the nipple, teach him to write...

Raising her hand, seeing Ximen Longting's cold face, Jing Jiaren pursed her lower lip: "Don't regard us as a woman and a man."

"Then what do I want to see?" Ximen Longting asked suspiciously, "Two women? Is there a woman as ugly as him?"

"..." Jing Jiaren, "No, you have to be regarded as a teacher and a student!"

"Teacher Jing," Ximen Longting picked up a nipple, "give me a lesson."

"Don't you know how to make cakes?"

"Forget!" He stared at her, "From now on, I even forget how to eat, you have to feed me well!"

Jing Jiaren: "..."

At this moment, Wilson walked in with a figure——

When Jing Jiaren heard the footsteps, she raised her head with a smile, and the moment she looked over, she almost lost her grip on the nipple in her hand!

[Jing Jiaren] seems to have stepped out of an oil painting.