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

Ximen Longting pressed his ear, coaxing softly: "As long as you forgive me, I can do anything..."

Jing Jiaren opened his hand: "Anything is fine? You just like talking!"

Ximen Longting heard that her voice was not right, and immediately turned her body to see the tears in the corners of her eyes.

His face froze, and a sharp pain flashed in his eyes: "Jing Jiaren, why are you crying!?"

Why...she doesn't know why...

"Because of this child?"

"..."

"You really want children?" In his impression, she didn't like children.

"No, it's not a child, it has nothing to do with children!" Jing Jiaren didn't know what to say, pushed him away, and ran forward anxiously, as if trying to avoid something.

The high heels knocked messily on the ground. She lost her center of gravity and fell to the ground within a few steps.

It's too embarrassing, the current Jing Jiaren...

She fell to the ground, looking at her own shadow reflected on the clean and bright ground.

She admitted that she cried because Ximen Longting was so ruthless in depriving the child of the right to live.

Although the child never existed, she judged her in Ximen Longting's heart by this.

"Damn it!" Ximen Longting walked up to her in a few strides, "You can't wear shoes with heels?"

"..."

"Women have to wear these things...Jing Jiaren, don't force me to monopolize the world's high heels and make all women lose the right to wear high heels!"

Jing Jiaren stared at him with tears in her eyes: "Yes, you are rich and powerful, and if you are unhappy, you can take it out on the high heels all over the world..."

"..."

What about her, where is she going to vent?

If you don't love her, why provoke her!

"I don't care why you cry... If I'm wrong, what do you want me to do? Tell me? I'm willing to punish you however you want."

His fingers wiped the tears from her eyes...

Jing Jiaren pushed his hand away and pursed her lower lip: "Who said high heels must be worn by women? Men can't wear them?"

"..."

"Don't you like my shoes very much?" The precious ones that I had been carrying in my pocket just now.

Jing Jiaren took off her shoes, threw them in front of him, and said embarrassingly, "As long as you walk out of the hospital wearing my high heels, I will forgive you."

"..."

"Can't do it?" Jing Jiaren nodded, "That's all."

Ximen Longting stroked her bangs, but she knocked them off with all her might, and shouted at him: "Ximen Longting, you always say you love me so much, but how did you do it!? Are you afraid that I'm pregnant with you?" My child, are you afraid that I will have something to do with you in the future, or that I will use the child to blackmail you or something? Can't you do anything for me, and you are afraid of letting you wear high heels? "

"..."

"You sound so good, is there any practical meaning that you can do?"

Jing Jiaren wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, pushed him away and stood up.

Ximen Longting frowned, and finally understood the reason for her crying - the child.

Jing Jiaren reached out to pick up the shoes, and was about to put them on, when a big hand was already one step ahead and she hooked the shoes in her hand: "What do you ask me to do, I naturally have a duty to do so."

"..."

"Jing Jiaren, it's a pity that your feet are too small, how do you want me to wear them?"

Jing Jiaren's eyes were slightly red, and she stared at him stubbornly: "It's all an excuse! If it can't be done, it can't be done!"

Wilson and a group of bodyguards were standing more than one meter away, and they could hear the owner's conversation clearly...