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

"Is this what a servant said to the master?" Ximen Longying looked at Leng Aofeng charmingly, "She is too presumptuous, what do you think?"

Leng Aofeng didn't speak, and turned his face away calmly.

Jing Jiaren was a little surprised, he was always impulsive and couldn't hide his emotions, but today he was calmer than ever.

Ximen Longying hated her so much, he had the patience not to pull his arm out of her arms, push her away, and he didn't show any overstepping towards Jing Jiaren.

Except that his gaze at Jing Jiaren is particularly fiery!

And now, he is slowly suppressing that fiery gaze...

He prefers to die rather than die, and at this time Ximen Longting makes his debut.

When Jing Jiaren heard his voice, she immediately became nervous, and then saw Ximen Longting leading Wilson into the side hall.

The man had one hand in his pocket, and a gray shirt with a dark purple vest, looking indescribably high-spirited.

Looking at Leng Aotian again, what a coincidence, inside the iron gray overcoat is a light colored shirt covered with a white fluffy vest.

One is evil and charming like poppy; the other is as handsome as snow.

Ximen Longting glanced coldly at Ximen Longying: "What are you doing here?"

"It suddenly occurred to me that I have never introduced my fiancé to you formally," Ximen Longying smiled slightly, "and he will become my husband in three days, how could I not show it to you?"

Ximen Longting sat down on the sofa uninterestedly.

It was so natural, sitting next to Jing Jiaren!

"Three days later?" He heard the key.

"I want to hold my wedding reception on your birthday."

"..."

"You were not interested in birthdays in the past, so it's the same this year. I will arrange it all. I will definitely make it very lively with birthdays and wedding banquets."

"No." Ximen Longting was decisive.

"Isn't it different this year, because there is an interesting little maid by my side?" Ximen Longying glanced teasingly at Jing Jiaren.

Ximen Long furrowed his brows slightly. Originally, he had left this woman to spend the day with him.

But now, he didn't care if she stayed with her or not.

After the great despair, his heart was dead, and he no longer expected her!

"Tea." An indifferent voice ordered to the woman beside her.

Jing Jiaren recovered and stood up to pour tea.

Leng Aofeng, who had always been indifferent, had a trace of unbelievable perseverance in his eyes.

Jing Jiaren also knows how spineless she is now!If it were her before, how could she dress like this, obeying Ximen Longting's orders!

She wants to get up and leave, but this will arouse Ximen Longting's suspicion...

He has always had a keen sense of touch!

Jing Jiaren endured, poured tea and handed it to him.

Sure enough, the devil stared at her: "Why, with such a bad complexion, wouldn't you be happy to serve me tea as a servant?"

Is this man deliberately humiliating her in front of others!

"I'm not feeling well, I'll go upstairs to rest first."

"Have I allowed you to leave?" He took a sip of tea coldly, with a arrogant sarcasm on his face, "What are you still doing in a daze, pouring tea for the guests."

Leng Aofeng's face was indifferent, and his figure moved suddenly.

Ximen Longying, who was holding his arm, felt his murderous aura, and secretly suppressed his clenched fist.

Jing Jiaren's face was stiff and ugly, her self-esteem was frustrated, and a stubborn light burst out from her eyes.

"Do you think it's funny to humiliate me like this in front of the guests?"