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

"Perfunctory!"

Even though Jing Jiaren said so, she still picked up the blue skirt and planned to change into it.

Ximen Longting added slowly: "I wear that beige shirt inside."

She doesn't even know what clothes she has, but he knows all about it...

Jing Jiaren hasn't worn this kind of youthful clothing for a long time, and it really looks younger and full of purity.

It's like going back to high school for a moment.

Jing Jiaren tied a bow tied around her waist, and smiled at herself in the mirror.

"Cough cough."

When she came out of the bathroom, Jing Jiaren cleared her throat and successfully attracted Ximen Longting's attention.

As soon as the big boss' eyes fell on her, both eyes were shining.

"So you like tender ones..."

"All men like tender ones," Ximen Longting's eyes were reddening, "do you still like old ones?"

"Then what will I do when I'm old?"

"I don't like the new and dislike the old."

"It's hard to say! When your eyesight gets tired...you won't want to see me again."

"I'm such a superficial man?" Ximen Longting put down the computer, stepped on the soft carpet with his long legs, hugged Jing Jiaren from behind, and kissed her neck, "In order not to let me get tired of looking at you, from now on, every day you Change into different clothes for me to see."

"..."

"You have to live the most comfortable life and be responsible for making yourself beautiful."

"..."

"Anxiety will make you wrinkle, crying is equal to crow's feet, sadness will make your head full of gray hair, and those who are angry are all old women." Ximen Longting circled her with one hand, and pinched her jaw with the other, letting her Looking at myself in the mirror, "So, you'd better be heartless and carefree!"

Jing Jiaren's heart was burning hot: "I've taken all the benefits, what about you?"

"Me?" Ximen Longting pressed against her ear, "In order to support you, I will work hard to make money and become a responsible man."

"..."

"Woman, if you don't even love yourself, who will love you!"

Jing Jiaren turned around, tightly hooked Ximen Longting's neck, and buried her face in his arms.

In this life, to meet him... I am willing to die.Even if it is really short-lived.

"Ximen Longting... What if after a long, long time, you really get tired of me and meet a woman you like?"

"impossible."

"I mean suppose... suppose you're with another woman."

"Then you just kick me, money, card, house, car, everything from me, you can take it away."

"I don't want either," Jing Jiaren pulled into his tie, "If that day comes, I will take the child away, so that you will never see me for the rest of your life."

Ximen Longting's gaze was suffocated, and he stared at her fiercely: "The punishment is so heavy?"

"Yes... If you betray me, the fate will be very heavy, very heavy."

Ximen Longting clasped her fingers: "Then, you have no chance."

"..."

"I won't have the chance to let you disappear from my sight again."

……

fraud.

Jing Jia looked at the clock anxiously.This was the fifth day in a row that he was so busy that he couldn't even see his shadow.

Once Ximen Longting is not at home, Jing Jiaren will feel flustered, as if something is always forgotten at the door and it rains.

She would stand at the window and look out countless times.

Sometimes when I hear the sound of a car passing by, I will go to see it immediately.

No matter how late, she insisted on waiting until he came home.