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

Jing Jiaren thought wildly, and soon fell asleep in his arms.

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In the morning, the woman in his arms slept soundly, and his hands were numb from the pressure, and he was reluctant to move for fear of waking her up.

She looked peaceful and indifferent when she was asleep, her cheeks were white and rosy.

Ximen Longting groped for a while and found the phone.

Jing Jiaren vaguely heard the sound of the shutter, and her sleepy expression just entered the camera, clicked, and another shot was taken.

Ximen Longting moved the phone away, and Hong Tong looked at her: "Did it wake you up?"

"Are you filming me?" Jing Jiaren woke up completely.

"Just pat."

"How could you secretly take a picture of me sleeping!" Jing Jiaren said worriedly, "My hair is messed up, it must be ugly."

Ximen Longting curled his lips and said, "Even if you are wearing a chicken coop, you are still beautiful."

"let me see……"

Jing Jiaren didn't want her ugly photos to be preserved.

Ximen Longting reminded: "You can see it, don't delete it casually."

"I know."

Ximen Longting's mobile phone has a fingerprint sensor, usually Jing Jiaren will not touch his personal belongings, and even if he does take his mobile phone, the screen lock cannot be unlocked.Even if she turned it on, she couldn't understand the phone with all French letters.

Ximen Longting jumped into the photo album and gave it to her.

Jing Jiaren looked at it, and the photos he took were either blurred or out of focus due to the angle and lighting problems.

Moreover, the photos are not as good-looking as I am——

When I look at my own photos, I will be very strict. Jing Jiaren flipped through a few photos and felt that he made himself ugly.

I flipped through a few more pictures, and what I saw were other scenes, all of which were in different states when she was asleep...

There are not many photos, there are a total of one, but they are all her photos.

The earliest photos of her secretly taken were in the small bungalow of the Jing family, then in the Jiaren Manor, and then in the Ximen Manor.

Jing Jiaren's complexion changed, her heart was ups and downs, an indescribable feeling.

"Why are you unhappy? Do you think you didn't shoot well?" Ximen Longting asked in a hoarse voice.He talked too much yesterday, and he woke up today with a hoarse voice and a dry throat, as if his tonsils were inflamed.

"These photos..." Jing Jiaren turned the phone to show him, "Why did you take them?"

"Why, don't you know?"

He naturally leaned over and scraped her pink cheeks with his straight nose.

"If you want my photo, you can tell me, why do you want to secretly take pictures like a thief?"

Because he used to hide his feelings and didn't want her to know that he liked her.

"And your technique is really poor, none of the pictures are good-looking."

"I think they all look good."

"How can it look good?"

"As long as it's your photo, it's all good-looking." He sprayed hot breath on her face, "Don't delete it."

"Well, I won't delete it." After a pause, Jing Jiaren said, "If you want my photos, you can tell me directly. I have a lot of them on my personal website, and I can post them to you, and you can wash them down and save them for future use." Remembrance—do you want it?"

"Yes." He kissed her.

Jing Jiaren smiled slightly: "Then take your medicine obediently first, your temperature is still so hot, why hasn't your high fever subsided?"

And his voice was completely hoarse.

Jing Jiaren touched his forehead, and then her own. He did indeed still have some heat, and that hot breath lingered around her.