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

"Master will give you one night to think about it." Vik glanced at Ximen Fenglie, "It's getting late, it's getting late, young master, please go to bed early."

As soon as the voice fell, the picture on the screen was interrupted.

The ageless monster finally disappeared, Jing Jiaren felt relieved, but looked at Ximen Longting's expression strangely.

"Let's go, young master." Vic had already reached the entrance of the main hall, gesturing for them to leave.

Ximen Longting rolled up the scroll, and was just about to stand up when he numbly fell back onto the sofa.

Wilson stretched out his hand: "Master, I'll help you."

It was very difficult for Ximen Longting to stand up, and it was a bit difficult to move.

Jing Jiaren stood on the other side of him: "Does your foot hurt too? How about letting Wilson carry you?"

"I haven't broken my leg yet!"

"Ximen Longting, what about the substitute?" Jing Jiaren looked at the woman who had been left behind.

She was following them helplessly.

"You can do whatever you want."

"Seeing that she can't help much, let her go..."

Ximen Longting gave her a meaningful look: "So you can't get used to her existence?"

"what?"

"Jing Jiaren, admit that you are jealous!"

"President Ximen, you can talk about such a boring topic at such a serious time...you are really amazing."

Ximen Longting's strength was on Wilson's body, and his long legs were not walking smoothly: "You will die if you admit that you are jealous!?"

"I'm really not jealous."

"Did you not feel uncomfortable when she cuddled me?" His bright eyes seemed to be threatening, if you dare to say that you feel comfortable, try it!

"..." Jing Jiaren, "I know you want to change the subject... you don't want me to see your inelegant walking posture..."

Ximen Longting: "..."

"Don't worry, I won't laugh at you!"

Ximen Longting gritted his teeth fiercely: "Come here! Let me hit you!"

"I'm right by your side," Jing Jiaren took his arm, "you can hit me however you want."

Poor Wilson is about to be crushed into a hunchback by his master. At this time, the two masters can still bicker... It's really interesting.

Jing Jiaren felt bitter in her heart, she was having fun in the bitterness.

And why didn't she know Ximen Longting's pain—even though he had been shot dozens of times virtually, the pain was real.

Even now, Jing Jiaren seemed to have a hole in her back, and the burning pain burned her.

"One hour," Jing Jiaren pursed her lower lip, "then the pain will subside."

Ximen Longting's eyes darkened: "This little pain is nothing."

"But your walking posture is really indecent..."

"Woman, your character is very courteous!"

He really wanted to die, but he dared to choke in the face of Master Ximen.

Jing Jiaren was the first woman who dared to confront Ximen Fenglie...

Maybe, besides JANE?

The interaction between the two of them was all recorded by the monitor.

Vic, who was leading the way, also found it incredible—how could the two of them be so optimistic?

No negativity, no arguments, no simmering mistrust...

They are much stronger than the lord of 20 years ago, and their hearts are closer together.

This spirit of not being easily defeated bursts out from every part of them.

Could it be that the young master is really different from the master?

In front of the monitoring screen, Ximen Fenglie was sitting on a high-backed chair, his face turned cold intermittently.Suddenly grabbed an emerald ashtray, and slammed it on the ground!