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

After speaking, she looked at Ximen Longting expectantly, hoping to get his reward.

Ximen Longting raised his lips and stroked her head with his hand: "Being so kind to me?"

"When did I treat you badly?"

Jing Jiaren took off his hand and kissed the palm of his hand.

God knows, her lips were trembling.

Realizing that she couldn't control herself, she hurriedly stood up, squatted on the carpet and buried her head in arranging shopping bags: "There are coats, shirts, sweaters, and leather shoes. You can try them."

While burying his head, he forced back the tears in his eyes and tried his best to inhale and breathe to stabilize his emotions.

When Jing Jiaren raised her head again, her smile was still bright.

"Not bad, I just found out that you... have changed into a very decent outfit."

Ximen Longting's clothes restored his usual domineering aristocrat...

Probably the clothes that Wilson had brought him, found from the previous residence.

Sure enough, Ximen Longting was suitable for wearing clothes of this high-grade fabric, in order to show his noble blood.

Jing Jiaren clenched the bag tightly, and instantly felt that the clothes she bought were not good enough for him.

Ximen Longting smiled: "Let me see."

"Okay, you go and change."

Wilson immediately picked up all the shopping bags and walked in front very considerately.

Ximen Longting also got up from the sofa: "I'll go upstairs to change."

"Do you want me to give you a bath?" Jing Jiaren asked cheerfully.

Ximen Longting paused, and turned his back to her: "No, I'll look at the documents first, and change after I take a shower."

"Okay... don't worry, you can change it whenever you want." Jing Jiaren's mouth was stiff, watching his back leave, and the smile on the corner of her mouth remained inconvenient.

Wen Xinnuan came over from the restaurant with a box of cakes: "Wow, it's baked, it's delicious."

"..."

"Hey, where is Mr. Ximen going?" Wen Xinnuan saw Ximen Longting coming, not to delay the sweetness of the two, and she couldn't help being hungry, so she ran to get the cake to heat up.

When I came back, I saw Jing Jiaren sitting on the carpet with a strange expression, staring straight at Ximen Longting's back.

"Beauty, are you okay?" Wen Xinnuan snapped her fingers in front of her.

Jing Jiaren recovered, maintained a decent smile and said, "My heart is warm, I want to talk to you, come with me."

"Ah?...Oh."

Jing Jiaren had already stood up, walked across the hall, avoided the servants, and walked to the study on the first floor.

It was almost dark outside, she didn't turn on the light, and stood inside alone.

Wen Xinnuan followed in: "What's the matter, what's the secret? Are you still here to tell me?"

Standing in the darkness, Jing Jiaren lost control of her emotions: "You... close the door."

Wen Xinnuan closed the door and was about to turn on the light——

"Don't, don't turn on the light." Jing Jiaren's voice completely collapsed, crying like a child, "That's all, don't turn on."

"..." Wen Xinnuan realized something was wrong, and walked into Jing Jiaren, "Jiaren?"

Jing Jiaren suddenly turned around and hugged Wen Xinnuan, tears flooded uncontrollably.

Leaning on Wen Xinnuan's shoulder, she cried wantonly: "7 years..."

"What 7?"

"I've known Ximen Longting... until now, it's been exactly 7 years." Jing Jiaren held her tightly, like a life-saving straw, "I thought we were different from others, we wouldn't have the 7-year itch of……"

Why time flies so fast.