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

Repeated several times until a deep voice sounded behind her:

"If you like it so much, just keep it. What are you doing picking it up?"

Jing Jiaren turned her head happily: "Ximen Longting, you are back."

The long skirt of the dress was laid on the floor, and all the clothes were placed inside...

Ximen Longting threw down the tool bag, squatted beside her, and quickly tied the hem of the skirt into a big burden.

Some of the things she threw out were also put back, and the whole package was made together.

"It's too much, you can't handle it."

"It's my business whether I can carry it or not, you don't have to worry about it." Ximen Longting's lips turned pale again, and he threw the burden on his shoulders.

The whole tall figure bent down a little, and was a little hunched under the pressure.

"I said it was very serious, let's divide it into two trips... come back tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow there is something to move tomorrow. How can today's work be postponed until tomorrow?" Ximen Longting tied the burden tightly around his body.

He still has a lot of things to do, but his body is getting weaker and weaker.

In exchange for the usual bag of things, he easily moved it back.

"Ximen Longting, compared to you, these things are insignificant burdens."

"..."

"Only you are the most important!" Jing Jiaren said loudly, "I don't want to make you sick."

Ximen Longting's body was slightly stiff, and he said in a low voice: "I won't get sick!"

**Oss was very persistent, and Jing Jiaren couldn't persuade her, so she had no choice but to suggest a tool bag.

Ximen Longting didn't hold Jing Jiaren by the hand as usual, but let her hold the corner of his clothes.

A pair of badly injured hands were wrapped in cloth, with blood stains all over them.

He avoided it so that she wouldn't find out.

Although Jing Jiaren was very strange, she didn't think too much about it. Ximen Longting was not in high spirits along the way, and kept silent, only occasionally reminding her to walk on the red line and not to jump over it.

Maybe he is too tired.

Are you too tired to say a word...

After walking for half an hour, Ximen Longting's footsteps were more solemn than hers, and every step was heavy.

Several times his footsteps were vain, and he almost stepped on a crooked path and fell forward.

Gritting his teeth, he insisted on moving forward.

He can't fall, he is her big tree, if he falls, what will she do! ?

Jing Jiaren was not light when carrying the tool bag, and looked at the road carefully, not caring about herself.

Holding Ximen Longting's clothes and walking behind him, Jing Jiaren couldn't see his pale expression.

When they finally got home, it wasn't just Ximen Longting who was exhausted, Jing Jiaren was lying on the tires, her limbs were screaming in pain.

It was too much for her to walk for half an hour with such a light tool bag.

How tired should Ximen Longting be?

Ximen Longting had just thrown the burden on the ground, as if he had finally completed a long-term mission, his eyes went dark.

The sound of a figure suddenly falling on the beach.

Jing Jiaren's expression was shocked——

Ximen Longting fell there without moving, his face buried in the sand, Jing Jiaren was so frightened that he knelt down beside him, struggling to lift him up, his heart was about to fall out of fright.

"Ximen Longting, don't scare me!"

"Ximen Longting, this kind of game is not fun at all..."

With all her strength, she could only hold his head up and put it on her knees, and saw his ashen face, with faint blood stains on his forehead.

Jing Jiaren carefully pushed aside his bangs, only to realize that a large piece of skin had been scratched on his forehead...

It must have been when his head fell to the ground and broke when he suddenly fainted.

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