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

Arriving at a room, the luxury in it needless to say...

Wilson stood at the door of the room: "Master, I'm in the opposite room, call me if you need anything."

Ximen Longting waved his hand lightly.

As soon as his slender body sat down on the sofa, he frowned tightly in pain.

Jing Jiaren closed the door and walked over with concern: "Are you okay?"

"I can't die!"

Jing Jiaren flicked his clothes: "Take it off, let me see if there is any injury."

"no!"

"Take it off if you tell me!" Jing Jiaren's voice was strong, "Who knows if infrared rays have the ability to burn the skin."

Ximen Longting raised his fingers, and stared at her with a handsome face: "Help me take it off."

Jing Jiaren leaned over, unbuttoned his shirt, and tore his shirt wildly to the sides. His skin was fine and he didn't look injured.

She pressed her fingers on his body: "It still hurts?"

Ximen Longting responded to her with a strong gasp.

"What is the principle of this infrared ray? There is no wound, but it hurts so much." Jing Jiaren bit her lower lip, "There is no way to relieve the pain now." Can I just wait for an hour?

"If you kiss my whole body, I won't be in pain."

"Childish!" Jing Jiaren stood up and poured water for him, only to find that the cups were made of gold, very luxurious.

And there is a painting on the wall, from the appearance alone, Jing Jiaren can never tell whether it is Ximen Longting—or the young master Ximen—

Handsome man sits on a throne with his chin resting on the back of his hand with his arms folded over the other.The red eyes are dark and sharp, the legs are crossed, the exquisite silver riding boots are inlaid with gemstones, and he is wearing a very formal blue suit with gold embroidered patterns on the corners.

The facial features carved by a knife are so exquisite that they can't extricate themselves!

But it is impossible for Ximen Longting to sit on the throne, so it is judged that it is Master Ximen.

Jing Jiaren looked a little obsessed.

Until Ximen Longting's displeased voice came: "Is it so beautiful?"

Jing Jiaren suddenly came back to her senses, the portrait seemed to have some kind of mysterious attraction.

"Speaking of which, I think Master Ximen is also very naive, very similar to you."

"He looks like me?"

"Yeah, whether it's appearance, body shape...character." Jing Jiaren sighed softly, "and temper."

"..."

"Look at this painting, it's when he was young, right? Don't you think you are very similar?" Not just like!

"I'm different from him." Ximen Longting's voice contained a restrained anger, as if he was an indelible shame with Master Ximen.

"I know, when I say similar, I don't mean you are all the same everywhere..."

Jing Jiaren poured water, "By the way, what's written in that scroll?"

Ximen Longting stopped talking and leaned on the sofa, wondering what he was thinking.

Jing Jiaren returned to him and fed him water: "Don't tell me what's in the scroll, don't you want to sleep tonight."

Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows: "It's my family business."

"Your family affairs, so it has nothing to do with me? Aren't we a family?"

"You can't understand even if I say it...!"

"I don't believe it. Master Ximen went to great lengths to call us back just to give you a piece of paper! What's the request?" Jing Jiaren grabbed his collar, "Are you marrying Ji Zihan? Or are you going to give up on me?" ? You talk to me!"

Ximen Longting hooked the corner of his mouth: "You don't need to worry about anything, I will take care of it."