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

Jing Jiaren spent a lot of time walking back and forth in the villa, rummaging through boxes and cabinets, looking for contraceptives and other things...

Take every opportunity to choke the sprouting seed in its cradle.

It's a pity that since it was a place for her to give birth, it would naturally not prepare such things, so that she would have a chance to do it.

Ask the maid?It is even more impossible to give it!

Jing Jiaren was running around in the villa restlessly.

Suddenly, she stopped in front of a painting in the attic.

It was an oil painting, a man in profile, wearing a dark blue English dress, with a short sword on his waist.

The straight bridge of the nose is like a jade mountain.

A pair of ruthless red lips, full of indifference and coolness!

And his eyes are red pupils, not scary red, but like precious rubies...

The jet-black hair was slightly curled and fell on his forehead.

The whole painting is dignified and impeccably handsome.

Jing Jiaren narrowed her eyes slightly, even though she had never been indifferent to handsome men, she froze when she saw this painting.

He is not ordinary handsome, he is rare, he is a rare beauty, and his visual impact is also quite...

Moreover, this man exudes a kingly indifference all over his body, attracting people to approach...

Seeing Jing Jiaren staring at the painting, the servant proudly said: "This is our young master, what you saw last night."

Sure enough it was him!

"I can't remember last night. I don't know what he looked like."

Moreover, this painting is just a side view, half-length, so it is impossible to tell if it is the same person.

But she seems to have some impression of those red pupils...

The servant was obviously very surprised. It was the first time he heard that someone had seen the young master's striking appearance, but he couldn't remember it clearly: "Our young master is more handsome and mighty than the portrait."

Jing Jiaren curled her lips coldly: "You are more handsome than in the portrait, so is that still human?"

"Really, you'll know the next time you see him."

"In order to please the master, ordinary painters usually paint many times better than themselves." Jing Jiaren said sarcastically, "This must have been filled with water."

"Miss, why are you talking like that..."

"I'm just the truth."

"When you meet the young master, you will definitely regret what you said!" The servant loyally protected the master.

"Let's not talk about him, I'm not interested in what he looks like." Jing Jiaren turned away her face lightly, no matter how handsome he is, he can't take her body for nothing!This damn rapist!

"What is the lady interested in?" The servant looked at the portrait adoringly, "If the young master's genes match yours, the cutest baby in the world will definitely be born."

Jing Jiaren snorted coldly: "Then he must have this blessing. Do you think I'm willing to give birth to a son for him just because he is a human being?"

The servant gave Jing Jiaren a strange look, obviously feeling that her brain had been kicked by a donkey.

In other words, everyone thought it was a good thing that fell from the sky, and she had a stinky face since she woke up, and she was full of disdain and offense to the young master.

In terms of worth, appearance, and background, the young master is not a domineering figure who stomps his feet and changes his face.

"Did you last night..." the servant Chi asked, "Where did you hit?"

"I'm very good!"

Jing Jiaren walked forward lazily: "I'm hungry."

"What do you want to eat? There is a big kitchen on the first floor, and there is a wall of the refrigerator, which stores a lot of food. You can go and see what you want to eat, what taste you like, and ask the cook to cook it for you."

Jing Jiaren turned her eyes and followed the servant downstairs.