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

Vik didn't dare to step forward to disturb: "Miss Jing, Master Leng, you just wait here."

Jing Jiaren was speechless, what did she want to repeat?Showing off?

I don't know how long it will take for him to finish painting...

Leng Lintian was not afraid of Master Ximen, he found a sofa and sat down: "Lady, come and sit."

Seeing him with his legs crossed, as if he was at home, Jing Jiaren couldn't help being speechless.

"Miss Jing, the master told you to come over."

I had already prepared to wait all morning, but I didn't expect Master Ximen to put down his paintbrush right now.

Jing Jiaren recovered and saw Ximen Fenglie standing in front of the easel looking at her.

Those cold red eyes and tough facial features, is this what Ximen Longting will look like 20 years later?

Will he remain so young and handsome at that age?

"Cough, Miss Jing!"

Jing Jiaren stepped forward, and the closer she got, the more she couldn't take her eyes off Master Ximen's face.

If it wasn't for those bottomless red eyes and the majesty carved on his face...it wasn't for the vicissitudes revealed in the corners of his eyes...

Remind her again and again that this person is Ximen Longting's father!Almost a round older!

Otherwise, no matter who looks at him, he is just a brother who is a few years older!

"Master Ximen, are you looking for me?" Jing Jiaren stopped at a safe distance wisely.

Who knows, Ximen Fenglie said indifferently: "Come again."

Jing Jiaren felt nervous and took a few steps closer.

He sternly said, "Come to me!"

What the hell is he thinking?No one can understand the old monster's thoughts...

Jing Jiaren had no choice but to walk up to him, openly and without fear.

Ximen Fenglie narrowed his eyes coldly: "You are not afraid of me."

Jing Jiaren couldn't help ironing: "Master Ximen is not afraid of me, let me come so close. Are you not afraid that I will hurt you?"

"Hahaha!" Ximen Fenglie sneered, "Am I still afraid of a woman?"

If he had known that he was going to meet Ximen Fenglie, Jing Jiaren was not sure—what he would have done.

"Don't underestimate women."

"That's right, that's the look..." His eyes fluttered, as if he recalled far away in an instant.

Then I held the pen again, dipped the paint, and added pen to the canvas.

Jing Jiaren saw that it was a portrait of Miss Jane.

Master Ximen added a spirit to those empty eyes, stubborn and proud in the face of danger.

Jing Jiaren felt that she was very similar to herself, so she couldn't help but feel uncomfortable...

"Sit on that chair." Master Ximen ordered.

Jing Jiaren saw the gold-edged high-back chair not far away, which was exactly where Miss Jane was sitting in the painting.

He looks at the chair out of nowhere, as if Jane is sitting there and draws this painting...

Let her sit there now, and she will be as uncomfortable as she wants: "Master Ximen, please understand that I am Jing Jiaren."

"..."

"If you want to see other people's shadows from me, I advise you to wake up early and return to reality."

Master Ximen's wrist stopped.

The servants with the palette on the side were visibly frightened, all with tense expressions.

Vic wanted some love, too—the woman was too reckless.

On the other hand, Jing Jiaren was still standing calmly, with that stubborn stubbornness on her face.

Master Ximen glanced at her: "I haven't seen this expression for a long time."

"..."

"If it wasn't for you, I'm afraid I'd forget about it." He put down his pen again, "Vic, bring the things here."