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

When Ximen Longting is not by her side, it seems that this small vinegar bucket will completely replace Ximen Longting and drive away all the opposite sex who pay attention to Jing Jiaren.

Of course, Jing Jiaren didn't have the heart to make trouble, so she made herself look ugly.

She just wants to live the most real and ordinary life.

At night, after coaxing her son to sleep, Jing Jiaren had to rush to report...

Turning on a small light, she thought about it, found a diary from the drawer, and wrote down her feelings and experiences today.

These are some mood records that she only recorded when she occasionally remembered after leaving Ximen Longting.

I saw the words on the head:

【The 11th day since I left you...】

She didn't know how long she and Ximen Longting would be apart, but she firmly believed that they would reconcile again.

And during the blank time, although he has no chance to participate, she will record it bit by bit——

Tell Ximen Longting what she did today and what happened.

Even interesting conversations with my son...

Everything must be shared with Ximen Longting.

Because it took too long, she was afraid that she would forget about it in the future, so she couldn't tell Ximen Longting about it.

In the middle of the night, the pen was rustling on the paper, and suddenly a warm tear dripped onto the paper...

And the sentence that was blurred by tears was——

【Ximen Longting, I really miss you...】

Jing Jiaren pressed the center of her eyebrows abruptly, and wiped away her tears with a tissue.

She had to be strong, even thinking about him didn't dare to be blatant, she could only hide it deep in her heart.Only miss secretly for a while at night.

Days pass like a white horse.

A month later.

In the dressing room, the huge table is full of messy design drawings, needlework, various fabrics, international fashion magazines and so on.

Jing Jiaren stood in front of a model with her back facing, holding scissors, she only used the cloth to draw on the model, and then quickly drew lines on the cloth with pink thread...

In the past, her design drawings were castles in the air.

The style is bold and beautiful, but there is no real-life proportion and three-dimensional effect.

That is to say, the upper body effect is not good after being made into clothes.

But now, she is practicing her basic skills every day...

The sharp scissors cut the beautiful silk cloth, and she held a pin in her mouth, and she fastened one from time to time, and the clothes gradually took shape.

Not good enough, always felt like something was missing.

She frowned, and worked non-stop for a day and a night, and her whole mind was throbbing with pain.

And in the past few days, my stomach has become more and more uncomfortable...

Checking the time, it was almost time to go to work, she packed her things, quietly walked out of the clothing room, and returned to her office cubicle.

A very small compartment, a notebook, in addition to stacks of magazines, design drawings, paper and pens, there is also a pot of cyan prickly pears.

It was given to her by SUN, saying that potted plants are anti-radiation.

A photo frame, but inside it is a painting of SUN graffiti——

Little boy with red eyes, blond chestnut hair, and suspender jeans.

Because Jing Jiaren said that she could not put his photo outside, and he was afraid that Jing Jiaren would miss her, so he drew a self-portrait and gave it to him.

[The queen also thinks about Sun when she is at work. 】

【When I think about SUN, I look at the portrait of SUN...】

【Queen should go home early after get off work, SUN is waiting for you. 】

【The Queen can't always work overtime...】

Thinking of SUN's immature voice, Jing Jiaren picked up the photo frame and kissed her, with a soft and warm expression on her face.