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

Jing Jia asked the servants to carry all the salutes back, but no servant dared to listen to her without Ximen Longting's own order.

The bodyguards were also going to put Jing Meilin into the car and send her abroad immediately.

"Let go of me, I won't go, I won't go!"

"Let go of her—" Jing Jiaren's order didn't work at all, she closed her eyes silently, "Give me half an hour, and I'll go and convince your young master."

"..."

"After half an hour, if I can't make sense, you will take her away again!?"

The bodyguard didn't want to offend Jing Jiaren either, so he agreed awkwardly: "It's only half an hour, and we'll send her away as soon as the time is over."

Jing Meilin stared at Jing Jiaren with red eyes: "If I am sent away, you know what I will do."

"Enough, don't threaten me!"

Third floor, living room.

Wilson stood guard at the door, and when he saw Jing Jiaren coming, his face showed joy: "Miss Jing, you are finally here."

Jing Jiaren raised the corners of her lips mockingly, the last person she wanted to see was him, why did she have to see him? !

Wilson reminded: "The young master is in a bad mood today. He drank a lot of wine and refused to see anyone. I think only you can find a way to appease him."

"Ridiculous, what can I do?"

"Miss Jing just needs to say a few nice words to make the young master happy—"

When is she not making that devil happy?Once you make him angry, all innocent people will suffer!

"Miss Jing, the young master is angry. You must not confront him head-on," Wilson said worriedly, "don't make him unhappy."

"I see."

Wilson opened the door carefully, and Jing Jiaren walked in.

A very strong smell of alcohol rushed over, she hated drinking men the most!

There is a huge ice bucket on the coffee table, and several bottles of wine are waking up in it.There are still a few bottles of wine that have already been corked. The stern man is sitting on the sofa, holding a glass in his hand, his eyes are bloodshot, and he throws it down.

The placket was flared wide open, revealing honey-colored firm skin.

When Jing Jiaren came in, those crimson eyes stared at her like a leopard's prey.

Jing Jiaren raised her breath: "I gave her that skirt."

"..."

"Did you hear that? I gave it to Jing Meilin, and it has nothing to do with her."

Ximen Longting's eyes flashed darkly: "I know."

"You know you still beat her? And you sent her abroad?" Jing Jiaren said incomprehensibly, "If you have a temper, you'll get angry at me. Why do you always attack people around me?"

Ximen Longting evoked a strange smile: "Reluctance."

Jing Jiaren didn't understand for a while.

He was reluctant to do anything to this woman, so he started with the people around her, and tortured those people to warn her.

"Because I can't bear to hit you." He repeated in a heavy voice.

Jing Jiaren's heart skipped a beat, and she also felt her heart suffocate when she saw the heartache flashing through his eyes at that moment.

But soon she restrained herself.

He was reluctant to beat her, because he was afraid that if he hurt her, she would not be able to bear him a child.If he really cared about her, he would also respect her relatives and friends.

"The responsibility lies with me and has nothing to do with her. It's just a skirt. Why are you angry about such a trivial matter? Let her go!"

"Just a dress?"

Ximen Longting's smile was even more strange.In her eyes, of course, it was just a skirt.

She can ignore his hard work and reject him as usual.