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

Ximen Longting pinched the cup, and the corner of his mouth curled up with a touch of indifference.

No one is right.

"Since we've met before, we won't be too polite. My name is Wang Yingying. You can call me JO."

Wang Yingying stretched out her hand, and the lace bracelet was decorated with colorful gemstones.

She really likes lace, the curtain on her neck is also a lace belt, and the pendant is a purple gemstone.

Ximen Longting turned a blind eye to the outstretched hand.

So many eyes are watching...

It was especially embarrassing for Wang Yingying to be ignored so thoroughly.

Jing Jiaren smiled. It seemed that no matter how much she did, it couldn't compare to Ximen Longting's neglect.

"Miss Wang, please step aside, the waiter is about to serve." Jing Jiaren smiled proudly.

This battle, obviously, Jing Jiaren won.

The corners of Wang Yingying's mouth were slightly stunned, but she kept her smile unchanged: "I am a member of this hotel, and eating in the lobby is smoky. I just booked a private room, please come over?"

"Don't worry about Miss Wang," Jing Jiaren replied tactfully, "We like the lively atmosphere in the hall."

"Well," Wang Yingying smiled nonchalantly, "Then you all have a good meal, and I will pay for this meal."

"..."

"By the way, Mr. Simon, your tie doesn't seem to be fastened properly."

Wang Yingying suddenly bent over, grabbed Ximen Longting's tie, and tidied it up.

Ximen Longting frowned and blocked her hand.

Wang Yingying smiled and said, "Eat slowly, and I won't accompany you."

Seeing her swaying away, Jing Jiaren frowned, staring at her leaving back.

This Wang Yingying has a beauty that has seen the world.

It is not a good stubble to behave well and take in and put it freely.

The waiters are serving the dishes one by one.

The man's low-alcohol voice sounded: "Have you played enough?"

Jing Jiaren came back to her senses, and when she met those dark red jewel eyes, there was a sly cold light in her eyes.

It's rare for Ximen Longting to do nothing and give her room to play—let her show off the skills of driving away her love rival.

Jing Jiaren glared at him: "Why are you smiling, you're so proud!"

Ximen Longting touched her under the table with his feet: "Put your legs on my lap."

"what?"

"See if your calf is getting lighter!" Ximen Longting smiled slightly and became serious.

Jing Jiaren was dumbfounded.So he knew her feet hurt?

She thought she was hiding it well...

"Hurry up!" Ximen Longting stared, "If you don't want me to wash your face with soup."

"Then you should wash it for me..."

"Jing Jiao~wife!"

His voice could be heard clearly for tens of miles around.Jing Jiaren had no choice but to lift her foot up and put it on his knee.

"Idiot, I won't trip people up, I'll teach you next time." Ximen Longting took off her high heels, rolled up her pants, and saw that her calf was really bruised.

"You sound like you have a lot of experience..."

"At least better than you, it's good if you didn't break your leg!" Ximen Longting touched his body and took out a bottle of wanhua oil.

With a silver bottle body and a diamond mouth cap, he is used to carrying this thing with him.

Because Jing Jiaren is really a woman who falls easily...

"It's time to eat, and you still dirty your hands." Jing Jiaren watched as he rubbed the medicine into his palms and wiped her feet.

"Is it important to eat or you?"

"Marriage is important."

"What are you looking at, I love my woman, do you have an opinion?"