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

"Miss Jing, Mr. Leng is gone." Aunt Qu came back to her senses panting in shock.

Jing Jiaren stood silently, nodded dejectedly: "I know, let him go..."

"Mr. Leng seems to have really lost his temper."

Not just angry, but sad and worthless for Jing Jiaren...

Jing Jia's heart was stuffed with sadness, and his eyes were red: "He needs to vent."

"Will something happen to him?"

"No." Jing Jiaren said with certainty, "He knows that if something happens to him, I will be sad."

After finishing speaking, she smiled dejectedly.

If something happens to Leng Aofeng, she has no choice but to feel sad, because she regards Leng Aofeng as a relative.

But just because she had feelings for Leng Aofeng, she was wrong, and it was unfair to Ximen Longting.

However, who has been fair?

She also wanted to strip away all her feelings for Leng Aofeng, thinking that she had never seen Leng Lintian before...

She swore that she would deal with it in the future, and if Ximen Longting didn't like it, she would never have anything to do with any man again.

There is no chance... It is she who misses the opportunity again and again...

With her shoulders slung across her shoulders, Jing Jia looked like an old man who had lost all strength in an instant.

She walked upstairs dejectedly step by step.

Aunt Qu didn't say much, she followed her consciously, watching her carefully.

Jing Jiaren went upstairs step by step, moving very slowly.

The houses here are very old, and there will be a slight creaking sound when the stairs are walked.

There seemed to be a scene of Ximen Longting living in this house before her eyes...

She went to the second floor, went straight to a room, and pushed away.

The big bed was tidy, and she sat by the bed, watching her shadow printed on the floor with a blank expression.

There was a faint smell of medicine in the air.

She casually picked up a changed piece of clothing on the bedside, put it in front of her nose, and smelled him.

When she looked up, she saw burning ashes on the ashtray beside the bed cabinet.

There are still a few corners that have not been burned, and it can be vaguely seen that it is the design draft she brought over...

Tears rolled down uncontrollably again.

Ximen Longting, is this the answer you gave me after reading my explanation?

In the end, you don't even want to face me when you break up, so tell me your choice with your actions?

Jing Jiaren's face was buried tightly in her clothes, her throat was wet with tears.

Aunt Qu quietly stood aside, accompanying her...

The time for the game is approaching day by day.

SUN is busy playing with Xiaomi, Jian Chenche is busy in the studio, Leng Aofeng has not returned yet.

Jing Jiaren's mental condition is gradually improving, except that she talks less and laughs less, and goes to the hills to draw pictures when she is alone.

Calm and indifferent, as if nothing happened.

But Aunt Qu found that she liked going to that farmhouse very much...

A few times when Jing Jia disappeared, Aunt Qu immediately thought of the farmer.

Sure enough, as soon as he took the bodyguards, he found her.

I saw her talking to an empty bed alone, cooking in the kitchen with an apron on, or sowing daisy seeds in the yard, talking and laughing, as if someone was talking to her.

Probably Ximen Longting's leaving without saying goodbye and refusing to forgive became a knot in Jing Jiaren's heart.

Aunt Qu felt very strange, since Ximen Longting couldn't live in this house, why didn't he sell it?So empty?

But thinking about it again, he has so many properties in the world, most of them are bought on a whim and then left idle... In some places, special people will be left behind to take care of them.

But this farmer obviously didn't need it.