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

Why can't you help but say it today?

Ximen Longting struggled to open the door, his body froze, as if waiting for something.After a while, he finally couldn't help turning his head, and a handsome face leaned towards Jing Jiaren.

"I am leaving."

"..."

"Jing Jiaren, I said I'm leaving..."

Jing Jiaren opened and closed her mouth, then what would she say: "Be careful on the road, Wilson, follow along."

Hearing this sentence, Ximen Longting's lungs were about to explode, and his eyes were full of angry light.

He waved his hand vigorously and slammed the door shut.

He turned back and approached Jing Jiaren step by step: "You're gone, won't you say something to keep you?"

Jing Jiaren was really speechless: "Why should I keep you?"

"..." Ximen Longting, "It was you who told me to go to a doctor, to see a doctor. I did as you said!"

"so?"

"I'm looking for a doctor from this hospital. I'm the one who pays for this ward. Why should I leave?"

Jing Jiaren took a deep breath, thought he had picked up his face just now, but now he threw it on the ground for her to see!

Ximen Longting stopped a bed away from her, and stared at her viciously: "You let me go, why should I go?"

"..."

"Reason! Convince me!"

The corner of Jing Jiaren's mouth twitched, and she was finally defeated by him: "I didn't say you had to go... I just said, if you pretend to be asleep again. Now that you're awake, what should you do?"

Ximen Longting's anger had nowhere to vent, and Jing Jiaren's words made him vent like a ball.

But his face still maintained a stiff and tense angry posture...

Jing Jiaren stared at him amusedly, paused and said, "Besides, pulling out the needle, getting out of bed, and opening the door, all these actions were done by you yourself, who forced you?"

Ximen Longting stared at her with deep eyes, and his chest heaved vigorously.

He had been waiting for her to step down the steps, and now, she finally gave...

Wilson also gave the steps wisely: "Master, you have a fever, so it's not good for your health to have such a surge of energy and blood."

Ximen Longting felt dizzy for a while, coughed twice, sat down on his bed, and stared at Jing Jiaren with his red eyes.

Jing Jiaren was embarrassed by him...

This man, even when he was sick, his voice was like a bell, and when he roared, his dantian sank.

I also admire Leng Lintian for falling asleep in this situation.

"He hasn't woken up for such a long time, so there won't be any problem?" Jing Jiaren worried.

"I can't die..." Ximen Longting coughed softly, his voice dry.

Wilson picked up the water glass on the bedside table: "Master, drink some water to moisten your throat."

Ximen Longting stared at Jing Jiaren: "I'm thirsty."

"When you're thirsty, drink water."

"Jing Jiaren, I'm thirsty."

Jing Jiaren was annoyed: "Could it be that you still want me to feed you?"

"Well," he said in a deep voice, "I don't drink anything except what you feed..."

Jing Jiaren straightened her face and said, "You know an idiom called "Keep an inch? Ximen Longting, get out if you don't drink water!"

"..."

Ximen Longting went to the bed, with his long legs stretched out, and took out his mobile phone to swipe.

His handsome face was sickly and unbearable, and he coughed suppressedly from time to time, as if he was afraid that the room was too quiet.

Every cough involves silk, which sounds too harsh~ears.

Jing Jiaren was sitting next to the nurse flipping through a magazine. She felt that Ximen Longting was doing it on purpose.