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

"..."

"How to treat a lip injury!?"

Band-aids cannot be pasted, and the medicine will be eaten after being applied...

Ximen Longting took his hand away, and the place that was pressed just now leaked blood again.

Ximen Longting leaned over, gently licked~lick with the tip of his warm tongue: "Saliva is the best medicine for healing!"

Jing Jiaren's heart was shocked.

She just woke up and found that she came here again to help Ximen Longting make lunch.But this time he woke up and saw Ximen Longting.

She knows that the person imagined in her waking state has a substance...

"You...you are Leng Aofeng?" Jing Jiaren said uncertainly, "Who the hell are you?"

"your husband!"

"..."

Jing Jiaren lowered her eyes and looked at his fingers, the ring finger was surrounded by crescent white.

Jing Jiaren's heart trembled, she stretched out her hand in disbelief, and stroked his ring finger back and forth...

Tears flowed down.

The tip of her nose was sore, and she covered her lips with the other hand, staring at Ximen Longting in disbelief, and kept twitching her shoulders.

"Stupid woman, why are you crying all of a sudden!" Ximen Longting was so anxious that he was at a loss.

Seeing her just crying and touching his fingers all the time...

Only then did he realize that the ring on it was missing!

"I took off the ring and didn't throw it away." He held her hand instead, "Even if we separate, I will not throw away what belongs to you!"

"..."

"I can always put it back on—"

Jing Jiaren shook her head, her throat got stuck twice, unable to make a sound.

She wasn't crying because the ring was thrown away, it was because...

To judge whether it is an illusion or not, just look at his hands.

His fingers told her that this was not her imagination - in her imagination, everything would be 100% perfect.

"Ximen Longting, it's you." She was both happy and sad, "Is it you?"

"Don't cry," he didn't know how to comfort her, his rough fingers wiped her tears, "Your eyes will be swollen if you cry again..."

"I thought you would never forgive me again." Jing Jiaren pursed her lower lip, aggrieved like a child.

Moisture welled up in Ximen Longting's eyes.

"I thought that in my life... I could only see you in the illusion."

Ximen Longting hugged her head and pressed her tightly into his arms.

Without saying anything, his tight hug represents everything...

Jing Jiaren's face was buried in his chest, and his shirt was wet with tears.

Jing Jiaren tugged on his sleeve tightly, as if she was afraid that he would disappear if she let go.

"Ximen Longting, I can explain that Jian Chenche is my brother by blood...I came to England to help him compete...I, I really wanted to be a little bit better in design at the time, I shouldn't be so selfish , shouldn't have left you..."

"Enough, your lip is hurt, and you talk so much."

"Let me tell you," Jing Jiaren said impatiently, "the antibiotics were prepared by Jian Chenche, and he refused to let me inform you. After thinking about it, the letter I wrote to you was too vague, and I lied to you." You, I tricked you into going to France... Ximen Longting, I actually know your personality, and I know that you will be more worried if you wait blindly, so I want you to go to France to find it, so as to distract you from your anxiety..."

He silently wiped away the tears she shed, and new tears flowed down again.

"I'm so bad, I know you'll be anxious and worried...or...you're gone...and I keep making excuses for myself!"

Ximen Longting's palm was so hot that it pressed against her face.