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

"Forget about it."

What else can I do but forget? !

Ximen Longting took a deep breath, the pleasant fragrance of her hair made his anger disappear without a trace.

The hoarse voice seemed to be rubbing gravel: "Jing Jiaren, you are mine."

Jing Jiaren's shoulders moved slightly, and she raised her face, just in time to meet his pressed down handsome face.

Ruyu's nose rubbed against hers, his lips pressed against hers, and he began to kiss and chew slowly.

Putting her big hand between her smooth long hair, Jing Jiaren also stretched out her hand to hook his neck.

Ximen Boss gradually became dissatisfied with this kiss, and with a little effort, brought her onto his lap.

He wasn't wearing pants, and his skin was scorching hot...

Every breath in his body was like an invitation.

Jing Jiaren traced the shape of his lips with her fingers with a smile: "Ximen Longting, we agreed, once a day."

"..."

"And only at night. For the health of the baby."

Ximen Longting stared at her: "Did I say I want to eat you now?"

But his eyes are like a wolf and a tiger...

And his chest was heaving and panting violently, as if he had just gone through a long-distance run of several hundred meters.

Jing Jiaren put her hand on his heart: "You are panting so fast, I'm really afraid that you will die of panting!"

Ximen Longting glared at her depressedly: "Go sit beside me!"

"You pulled me here."

"Hurry up!" He was burning with lust and glared at her fiercely.

Jing Jiaren almost couldn't bear it, and wanted to agree to him, but before she opened her mouth, he seemed to know what she was going to say, and shouted warningly: "Don't talk, if you dare to promise, try!"

"..."

"Don't add fuel to the fire, didn't you see that I have endured enough!?"

If she dared to agree, he was really afraid that he would not be able to hold back.

But for the sake of the child... for her safety... it must be controlled...

Jing Jiaren sat back obediently, picked up a blanket and put it between Ximen Longting's crotch: "By the way, I heard from Aunt Qu that you packed those two trophies and sent them away last night." Yes. Where did you send them off?"

Hurry up and change the subject, otherwise the air will be on fire...

Ximen Longting's eyes were burning with fire, which would completely soften her.

The topic shifted successfully.

Ximen Longting said lightly: "If you put it here, you won't be afraid of breaking it? I have someone take it for safekeeping."

"Bring it back to China?"

"Ah."

After a pause, as if he remembered something, he pressed his finger on the mouse and opened one folder after another.

Then, Jing Jiaren saw a photo, which was a huge trophy display case.

In the cabinet that stretched across the entire wall, there were trophies of different sizes and styles.

Dazzled.

Jing Jiaren exclaimed, "You got all of this?"

"Otherwise?" Ximen Longting looked haughty, showing the aura of the king, "Did you help me get it by sleepwalking?"

"How many? Thousands?"

"more than."

"Thousands--?!"

"almost."

"What competition did you participate in?!" Jing Jiaren was about to vomit blood.

"This is a prize that I have won every competition since I was a child." Ximen Longting lifted her chin frivolously, "There is no prize that I can't win, except you."

"In the end you took me down too..." Jing Jiaren whispered, "What are the awards?"

Ximen Longting turned back, and each trophy was photographed individually, and the name of the photo was the name of the award, and there was a date on the photo.